
About one Sunday Sabrina and her small family lived in Indonesia. It seems that he is reluctant to return to Switzerland given the many threats he has received in the country. Mr. Gustaf who did not know the desire of his wife was not at home living in the country of Indonesia because there was much he had to do in his country.
"Darling!" If there's no more interest in us here, we'd better go back to Geneva Switzerland." Pinta Tuan Gustaf stroking his wife's hair.
"Darling!" What if I don't want to come with you to live there."
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"Why baby?" Why do you suddenly not want to return to our country?"
"Living in the country is fraught with death threats. I'm always not free to do anything freely because your enemies are stalking us more and more, especially me."
"Do you feel safe if we settle in Indonesia?" Ask Mr. Gustaf to subtly challenge his wife.
"Come away!" At least let's try it!" Soft Sabrina.
"Do you think the enemy won't come after you?"
"I'm more confident in the security of this country and the concern of the people is higher than your country that seems indifferent."
"Ok, let's just try living here. But, if there's still a bigger threat than in my home country, we go back to Geneva Switzerland, how about it?" Do you agree?"
"I can't answer it, but I was born and died in my own homeland. Where my body can be properly taken care of until I am buried because the majority of the Indonesian population is Islamic. Is my request excessive for you?" Pinta Sabrina is calm.
"All right, baby!" But I have to take care of my business there first because it's not as easy as you who entrust all your company's affairs to your personal assistant." Said Mr. Gustaf.
"You're my husband's fault. I do not trust them all, but I leave all my corporate affairs to God because He is more strict in the supervision of my staff including my personal assistants.
If only someone tried to bring me down with the makar they made so that my company image is bad in the eyes of the world, then Allah will not remain silent, for the best of men to make a treason, Allah's treason is more perfect to destroy them." Sabrina said confidently.
Mr. Gustaf smiled half in disbelief at his wife's seemingly far-fetched remarks.
"Why are you sure that baby, but business people like us will not escape the enemy's target.
They're like termites that keep scraping from a sturdy pole until our company falls to nothing." Said Mr. Gustaf.
"That's right, baby." But during this half of the profits of all my companies, I dedicate to in the way of Allah, so that the state of my company is stable.
If you have been shaken lately, it will come back well when I surrender to God with all my weaknesses because my body is limited to my five senses.
I can't keep an eye on everything except waiting for their report. If we are God's staff, God will take care of everything." Simbal Sabrina was full of faith in her Lord.
Mr. Gustaf began to understand his wife's earnest speech, evidently he witnessed for himself every financial statement of the company that went into his wife's email is very accurate and meticulous done by his assistant and his wife including a genius woman in checking the report as detailed as possible and not missed in his surveillance.