Sensational Husband
Forty
Surat al-Kahfi, in which there are one hundred and ten verses. Azlan was sure he would be able to memorize it.
“Only that?” asked Azlan moved. “But Mekka, I am still able to give you something you can use, whatever it is.” Azlan wanted to make his future wife happy because he felt capable.
“Because only your faith I want. I want a dowry that will add to the faith of my future husband, as Umm Sulaim once asked Abu Talhah, in the form of faith.”
Azlan recalled one hadith. ‘Hurge and teach her twenty verses, then she officially becomes your wife.’
Really, Mekka is really a good girl. From the way in alluding to the question of dowry, it already looks noble. Mecca did not want a dowry of a worldly nature, it expected a dowry of an end. Allah Masyaa.
“Thank you for your time, Mekka.”
“I should thank you because you have wasted time in the middle of your busy life.”
“Sorry Mekka, may I ask you a little?”
“Please, Mas.”
“How much are you?”
“Twenty-four years, Mas.”
Still young. Think Azlan.
“There's more, Mas? If there is no more we close the conversation, you must also be busy, right?”
“Wa’alaikum salam,” replied Azlan then turned off the phone.
Azlan was getting stronger to marry Mekka. Although he did not know what the face of Mecca looked like, although no feelings arose in Azlan's heart to Mecca, but Azlan was sure he would be able to live in a household with Mecca. Azlan does not need love in his marriage. Simply accompanied by a godly wife, it already represents her happiness later. Suffice his love only to the Most Loving, do not be cheated. The first thing he remembers is God. And if he remembers something he loves other than Allah, he is afraid that the remembrance in his heart will be lost. He didn't want that to happen. What else lately what he has been doing has eroded his own faith. And he wants to make up for all that by behaving even better and improving himself on the right path. He admitted he was so weak and sinful.
Makka makes Azlan momentarily forget about Alexa problem.
A glance was fixed at the door as a girl in blue hijab entered the room after knocking on the door. None other than Syafiqa, Director.
“Excuse me! Mas Azlan was called Mr. Director. Please go to his room now,” said the secretary then turned around and left.
“Mampus! Must be interrogated. Get ready!” arul's comment with a stiffened face.
“Do not kidut-nakutin, dong,” timpal Jacob. “Kasian Azlan, right?”
Azlan circulated his gaze to the stiffened faces of his best friend. He smiles. “Gue who will be interrogated, why are you tense? Bismillah... I can overcome this,” said Azlan despite a few misgivings. He walked to the door.
“Wait!” arul exclaimed making Azlan stop and turn his head. Arul runs towards Azlan.
“Azlan, you must prepare an answer if Mr. Joan just happened in the elevator. If your answer is not right, your work could be threatened. Inget, lo it's the director's daughter's protector, Alexa's security is in your hands, you so the power to Alexa. So do not want to lose if Mr. Joan behaves arbitrarily with lo,” said Arul.
Azlan raised an eyebrow. Now he could already think more clearly after his heart fused with dhikr. He does not want to feel the best just with the office he has. He will remain inferior and will not feel his degree higher with a myriad of abilities and positions owned. All he has is a deposit, which at any time can be taken if the Most Willing. He wanted to find the halal rizki he desired, which he achieved without pride and the greatest feeling. For his reason his sustenance will be slaughtered and his uncleanness will be punished.
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