When Love Is Afflicting
The angel of heaven is still holy

"What is this event really? why is the music like it's at a religious event?."

"It looks like this year Mr. Chandra and his wife are celebrating their anniversary with a different theme."

"But look at our clothes, not fit into an event like this. I feel like I got the wrong costume." The woman noticed her modeled clothes open from above, and the bottom was very short.

"Yes, look at that" pointed a woman at the children sitting in the front seat of the room to her friend."They invited a kid from the orphanage like that."

"It seems so, what's with Mr. Chandra and Mrs Hajar?."

"It seems they have repented."

"I think events like this are boring. After congratulating us, we better get going."

"You're right, let's go samperin Mr. Chandra and Mrs Hajar."

"Yes, come on."

That's how a group of men and women invited to discuss the wedding anniversary party of Mr. Chandra and Mrs Hajar.

they also congratulated Mr. Chandra and Mrs Hajar, and immediately said goodbye to go home.

"Sorry Mr. Chandra, Mrs Hajar. We can not linger, we have to meet the invitation of another event again" said the woman who looks still the same age as Mrs Hajar.

"What's wrong, and Thank you for taking the time to attend" replied Mrs Hajar to comment on her friendly smile.

"Mrs Hajar, your appearance looks very strange today" said the woman who just congratulated Mrs Hajar.

"Weird how? I bought this shirt from a designer. The material is good, the price is also very expensive, equivalent to the price of the necklace you use" said Mrs Hajar did not like.

'This is all because Calix, the son of an ungodly, has made his mother humiliated like this. The time he told me to dress covered like this, until only my face and my palms were visible, Madam Hajar.

"I mean it's not a matter of ingredients and price, ma'am. But his appearance was strange, very unsuitable for Madame Hajar himself."

"It doesn't fit how?."

Reflexes Mrs Hajar, Mr. Chandra and a group of invited guests turned towards a beautiful and sweet girl wearing a hijab, none other than Annisa.

"Closing clothes aurat it is, clothes for Muslim women.Nothing looks strange with closed clothes, it looks nice, graceful and polite compared to clothes less material and not ready to be sewed" annisa said in a soft and polite voice.

"If you don't want to close your aurat. Or closing that aurat is not a command in your faith. But do not influence others to violate the rules of their religion. Enough we respect each other" said Annisa again.

"Hey, who have you dared to talk to in front of us." The woman standing in front of Madam Hajar was staring furiously at Annisa.

"I see from your appearance, you come from a simple family. How dare you speak to us. Young age too, sok advising."

"He's my little brother."

Annisa's reflexes turned towards the bule-faced man walking towards her, as well as the others.

"Abang Boy" Annisa muttered with a bright face and immediately embraced the body of the nearly forty-year-old man.

"Why did you get here?" asked the man who was no longer young to Annisa, rubbing his head.

"Child Om Chandra and Aunt Hajar are Shaka's best friends" Annisa replied.

Mr. Boy directed his gaze toward the woman who dared to scold his cousin's sister.

"Patrick, get to know this woman, and find out the name of the company. If our company has cooperation, cancel that cooperation" Mr Boy ordered the man who always follows him where he goes.

"Well, sir" obeying Patrick, took out a sophisticated flat object from inside his suit pocket, and shrewdly his finger immediately surfed over the flat screen.

Successfully made the woman's face paled and swallowed her saliva toil. His company is still a small company, of course it is not difficult for a Mr. Boy to destroy it.

"Go away from here" expelled Mr. Chandra who was silent from earlier.

A group of women and men immediately left the event. They no longer have the courage to face the two big businessmen. What else saw Mr. Chandra's so sharp tattoo piercing straight into the heart of their business.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Boy. Regretting what they've done to demean Annisa." Mr. Chandra sighed harshly.

"Only from their appearance and clothing directly judge others' inferiority." Mr. Boy also took his breath.

"Huh! look, almost all the invited guests present, do not feel at home for long here" Sighed Madam Hajar exhaled harshly.

"Let it go, I think a party like this is better. Look at the boy, their faces look so happy enjoying this party" Mr. Chandra set his sights on the disadvantaged boy Calix invited to the event." And Annisa's right, you look more beautiful and graceful wearing this kind of outfit."

"If that were true, every night I would sleep in covered clothes like this. Please don't take it off my body" Madam Hajar replied.

"Ehem!" Mr. Boy cleared his throat to hear what Mrs Hajar was talking about just now."Congratulations to both of you, we'll go there first. Many invited guests have wanted to congratulate you.

"Thank you, and enjoy the party" replied Mr. Chandra.

"Surely."

On the stage, Shaka continued to look for the whereabouts of Annisa who had disappeared from his view. Where does the beautiful wife and her sex go, why not look?. Shaka's heart was not calm. Shaka is worried that in the middle of the party, Annisa has been seduced by a handsome and mature man.

'Where did he go?, Salwa and Hasna were also invisible' Shaka's inner self, becoming unable to focus on singing the nariyah prayer from the stage.

"Dzaki, change it first, my wife disappears, I have to look for her" Shaka said as he handed the microphon in his hand to Dzaki, and went straight down from the stage.

"Yes, he's gone, I can't go" Dzaki said.

"Here, let me do it." Ferel took the microphon from Dzaki's hand, after sitting his body in the chair provided on the stage, Ferel grabbed a guitar not far from his reach and immediately plucked the string. Successfully stole the attention of the invited guests onto the stage.

"I present this song specifically for Om Chandra and Aunt Hajar" said Ferel with a smiling face."Happy Birthday wedding, Aunt. May the marriage of Om and Aunty always be sadinah mawadah and warohmah to Jannah His God, amen!."

Ferel began to sing with his sweet voice along with guitar quotes on his lap.

Under the stage, Shaka continued to walk to and fro in search of Annisa the holy angel of heaven. Do not let the view of the angel was stained because he could not keep his eyes from the handsome man scattered in the room. Just be careful if the angel throws charm. Shaka clenched his teeth, worried himself with his wife who was worried.

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