Ustadz, I Love U
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Because born on the same day, the first child kevin and the daughter and second child laura and ustadz A'ab were held at the same time at the Handika family residence. Not a few families and friends and coworkers who attended and congratulated as well as do'a for the two baby girls. Although not born from the same womb, in fact, the two babies look like twins because their faces are very similar.

" Thank you for the presence of the father/mother and friends all to give do'a to our children, our second and third child is called siti khadijah, the name given by his little brother who is no less beautiful, hoping that one day his sister will become an extraordinary person like the khadijah who accompanies the struggle of the Prophet in upholding the Religion of God!" said Ustadz A'ab in front of all the invitations.

" if our daughter is called balqis khansa aulia, what does that mean can ask sister ustadz !" said kevin cengengesan while scratching his nape that is not itchy at all.

The aqiqah event went smoothly, happiness emanated from the faces of everyone who was there. Moreover, today also present also orphans who are deliberately presented to share and pray for the two tiny babies.

" Just....!" the familiar screeches on Laura's ears.

" where have you come from, why have you just come here ? have you forgotten me ? until my son Brojol has three new nongol ?" laura's nagging at length made the woman who had just arrived from abroad giggle amusedly.

" i miss the same loe ra, crazy child loe already a lot I just want to marry !" Rania hugged the old friend who had not met her tightly.

" loe wants to get married ? when?" tanya laura let go of her best friend's embrace because she felt tight.

" next month, he...!" answer Rania cengengesan.

" continue all this time you where never ngabarin me too huh?" laura asked again still upset because all this time her best friend was never news.

" sorry ra, I'm really busy, I actually miss you too, but what else, I can't go home!" rania answered hoping for her best friend's understanding.

" For some reason, and you also where to new nongol loli ?" laura's nagging turned to the other friend, although both in Jakarta but because of her busyness Lolita very rarely has time to meet laura. No wonder that laura would nag when meeting those two people.

" sorry dech sorry, !"

Finally after a long time did not meet because of the busyness of each of the three lovebirds who have been like brothers since childhood can be reunited on the happy day laura and kevin.

" ra, so yo ozil is the same fatimah ? that little boy is so cool and so cute !" said Reza approached laura with fitri who carried his baby tailed behind.

" no, I don't want my son's match-match, you think the days of siti nurbaya what a match-match, I'm the same abya aja kaga pake in soul matein !" reject laura firmly.

" let's ra, if you can't fatimah can be khadijah for ozil ?" reza said again he still has not given up.

" do you really want a child e opo ibuk e toh za ?" ustadz Farhan opens his voice.

" this ustadz is again a follow-up !" dengus reza is upset.

" la wong kamu, laura have said ndak want still maksa, use ask for change khadijah again, mbok yo accept nasip, if indeed ndak can unite with his mother yo already wong not a soul mate !" the chirps of ustadz farhan at length made Reza increasingly grunt.

Maybe there's a point if reza's admiration is still left in the beautiful woman who once made him crazy about it. But his love for fitri also can not be doubted, because since becoming a wife and mother of his children, the love of reza against fitri is increasing day by day in the woman who has become his wife.

The guests have returned to their homes. Likewise laura and ustadz A'ab along with their three curcacians who immediately returned home along with the guests who passed.

" About aby !" greetings Laura approached the husband who was busy flipping back his thick book in the family room.

" wa'alaikumussalam, here baby !" ustadz A'ab closed the thick book, put it on the table and patted the side of the sofa to his right.

Laura stepped up, spoiled in the arms of the husband was her most comfortable position. Especially when tired that feels like this. I didn't want to flinch from the side of that dear man.

" The kids are asleep ?" tanya ustadz A'ab gently caressed the head of the wife.

" mmmm....

Just a nod that Laura gave. His eyes were already closed comfortably hiding in the chest of his most comfortable field.

" the cape ?" ask ustadz A'ab again.

" mmm...

And again laura only answered with a nod and her eyes closed.

" i'm sorry I haven't been able to help you much, it still often makes you tired of taking care of our home and children alone, forgive this shortcoming ra !" said ustadz A'ab gently stroked the long hair of the wife who was beautifully draped that night.

Laura moved from her most comfortable position. He looked up sincerely at the person beside him. A small smile given laura. enough to make the heart of Ustadz A'ab warm and calm. Although according to the judgment of the laura bar-bar and installment but for ustadz A'ab laura is the perfect wife.

Laura was born into a wealthy family and was used to being spoiled. But in fact today even with a very simple life and what is laura is able to do all her duties as a wife and mother of her three children alone. Since the first time that became the attraction ustadz A'ab fight and wait for his love regardless of their name that has been written in the lauhil mahfudz.

" ustadz, my dear husband listen to me !" laura looked sincerely at her husband. And so was Ustadz A'ab who returned that gaze lovingly.

" it is a lie that I am not tired, but I am happy, I am happy to take care of our home and children, if only a daughter of the Prophet must do all her work alone, he said, who am I by ? I'm just an ordinary woman, my degree is not as high as her, do I still deserve to complain of fatigue while I don't have to pound and shake wheat seeds like what always in fatimah do ?" said Laura sincerely grasped both hands of the husband reassuringly.

Ustadz A'ab smiled and returned with the beautiful woman who had given birth to her three children in her arms.

" Alhamdulillah, I am not a perfect man as the prophet, nor am I a husband like Ali ibn abi thalib, but I will always strive to be a good husband and Imam for our family !" said Ustadz A'ab sincerely stroked the soft hair of the wife and increasingly tightened his embrace. Funneling love and gratitude for the extraordinary blessings given by Allah SWT to him.

"Amijin !"

No man is perfect because perfection belongs to Allah SWT. It is not the fact that happiness will make us grateful human beings. But it is gratitude that makes us happy.

Cry, complain, and then put all the affairs in the substance of the One who has the universe and all its contents. Verily, He is the (God) solution of all our affairs. And He is (God) the best in which we ask and ask for help. Everything comes from Him and will come back to Him.

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