Nun: Just Missing
How Surga Are You For Me?

When lust begins to predestine itself to sin, touch the breast and remember God. How-how?

"Please dong mas Yusuf, wife of the brothers involved. If I were to depend on my husband. My husband allows it or not. Replace the doong." anyway."

"Trus can you just go to Bandung? you are the only daughter of your father. Thought dong." clearly emotions entered Joseph's mind.

"My duty is to obey my husband's orders."

"It's your own parents, different marriage ties."

Deegghh

Arina shook her head, it turns out they still do not understand what religion teaches.

"If I may command one to prostrate himself to another, I shall command one wife to prostrate to her husband" [HR. Tirmidhi no.1159, Shaykh Al Bani categorizes as hadith hasan shahih]

"Mas, sorry yes.. is not the same mas mba Mia is a graduate of pesantren huh? Indeed there is not taught, how the law of the relationship of children with their parents after the boy and girl were married?"

Arina gulped down a bottle of drink in her hand. Continue to say Istighfar to calm his emotional heart.

"Yes, as a child, I owe my parents obedience. I have to respect and serve my mother. But unlike my wife, she's only obligated to respect, not to serve."

"Indeed it is not obligatory to serve, but as the right husband, it is good to give orders to involve the wife in this case, otherwise you are tired of yourself."

"Hey, if I order my wife to serve my mother, it is a form of injustice to my wife."

Joseph cried out to divide the earth. Arina flinched, her heart pounding. His hands were stroking his chest and beristighfar.

"He is obligated upon his own parents. He also has parents. While this is our mother. Not his mother."

There were tears welling up in Arina's eyes. It turns out that there is no guarantee of the graduates of the pesantren .........

"The fact that blood ties are different from marriage ties, do you know? So if I had my wife serve and care for my mother it was a form of injustice and it was forbidden by religion."

'wah. wah.. wah.wah the more chaotic people. Santri crazy, sick soul nih people.' Inner Arina with her eyes staring sharply at mas Yusuf.

After the Maghrib prayer Arina commits herself to read Kalamullah, the Qur'an. When opened the net is fixed on QS. As Shura's. Arina read verse by verse with tears rising.

It turns out that the contents of QS. As Shura is....

"God is all-mild to His servants, and Allah wills the bounty on whom He wills, and He is all-powerful, all-mighty." QS. 42:19

'May God immediately give guidance to this family aamiin' Arina's inner cry in her prayer.

Knives have the ability to kill in one stab. But words have the power to kill their victims many times in a lifetime.

Miris. How well do hearts and mouths clash with each other?

Gontai Arina steps up the rocky and steep road. Dark but clearly read. Joseph, who was still busy with his world, quibbled as if all the problems were due to Arina's sharp mouth.

'Oh God, why is it all like this? The heart wants togetherness and cohesiveness, that's all. But in fact even divorce like this?' inner Arina in a roaring cry wound her heart.

"I'm sorry sir, but Joseph still has an obligation to make a living for his family. Because we still owe a lot. So please don't push us away." Mba Mia said one afternoon.

The father who was reading the doctor's prescription in his hand did not care about Mia's words. You just nod your head.

"Not that we don't want to take care of mom, but the situation is now a hassle."

The revelation came along, again the father just nodded his head.

"Huss mba Parmi, your eyes don't go anywhere." Inner Parmi teased the eyes and mind that was paying attention to the motion of the two people in the living room.

"Eh.. yes, but how are they? Always complaining, never heard their stories happy. After all, there is still a sad story behind it. Miris yes," Parmi's inner wrestle again.

"Let it be mba. if their mindsets are difficult yes in shea Allah will be difficult to continue to be."

Parmi shook his head, his hands still continued to take care of mother, tidying his hair and powdering his face.

Tara...

"Alhamdulillah, now the mother is beautiful and fragrant," Parmi said to the mother who was still unmoved in her bed.

"Now you sit down, don't sleep on."

Raised the mother's body slowly, then leaned against the head of the bed. Lay out pillows and bolsters to keep the right and left sides of the mother.

Parmi returned to clean the bucket and bath soap. Then sit at the end of the bed and pick up the device in his bag. His hand pressed on a name that was there.

"Where is Assalamu'alaikum mba Arina?" Parmi's voice was half whispered worry heard by the person in the living room.

" At home, I'm not feeling well. Sorry I didn't go there. But what mom?"

"Mother is still as usual, still loves baperan, cry." Mba Parmi slightly glanced into the living room, investigating the situation there.

"Mba, mas Yusuf and mba Mia are here." Mba Parmi told me the thing she just heard.

"Astaghfirullah's... Oh my God, I just read a post mba Laras about the kindness of girls caring for their parents."

Arina scrunched her forehead, as if thinking what this all meant. There are protests openly, there are also those who pass satire on social media.

Arina's coughing sound tickled the earlobe mba Parmi.

"Yes already, Mba Arina just rest first. Calm the heart and mind. I'm sorry I only run Arina's mba command if there are any reports, so to mba?"

"Yes mba, thank you. I want to help my mom and dad."

"Calm down mba. My mom and dad are my own parents."

Arina still can't understand. His heart raced fast and without feeling the feel of a rinai has stagnated in the eye pelupuk.

'What kind of test is this? I honestly don't want to fuss about this. It is more beautiful to unite and share tasks. But they don't want heaven.'

Arina's cry is growing. He pressed his chest tight, his head hurt. The cough is getting heavy.

'I just want to remind my brother that I want to reach heaven together. This is the door of heaven.'

Arina chose silence. Silence is a pearl. It is on the bottom of the sea. Sea of patience.

"See, there will be a better way." There was a voice that made Arina wake up from her room of sadness.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, yes mba. thanks for helping a lot" said Arina among the rest of the crying.

"We read alfatihah together."

Be wise to deal with situations and conditions that are not calm. Especially with all kinds of social media. It can be good or misleading.

Heaven is in sight, you don't need to look out there. How dear is your paradise to me?