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My little angel part 1 (Sad Story)

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My days are going through with sin. Drinking, dugem and so on. My mother-in-law used to remind me not to. But to me, she's just my mother-in-law. She is nothing more than a woman who always prepares my needs and accompanies me when sad.

My name is La Reina Anastasia (resurrection queen). I'm 22 years old. People say that I am the idolized men of “perfect” they said. Previously because I was a flight attendant at one of the top airlines in my country with strong connections. I am also one of the students who won the title of youngest graduate. However, I stopped working because there was one rich businessman who was following me. Call it Argi. The Indonesian man who melted my heart with his modesty, his hospitality, his faith and his way of treating the woman I admired so much. I was not as crazy now, I was still innocent, innocent and did not know anything. While still together in the process of engagement I who do not believe in the existence of God asked Argi who adheres to Islam.

“how does your religion treat women?” my many. Argi just smiled. Then I looked at the very blue sky.

“not a religion that treats women, but one that adheres to a religion that treats women. All religions treat women well. We who are followers of Islam flatter the honor of women. If we commit violence against women especially in the household then the women have the right to report. And do you know, in the scriptures we call the Qur’an there is a surah named An-Nisa which means woman, which represents how God as god we are told to glorify women.”

“but.. how about polygamy? Isn't that..”

“you're right. Our religion allows if we want to have two, three, even four wives”

“and if you do I won't marry you” cut me. Argi just laughed.

“if..you are capable in any case. Be it treasure, compassion, inner and zohir. But faithful men will not do it even if religion permits. You should know, even if you can't have children or other problems, I won't do anything that will hurt your heart.”

I was silent to the maturity he showed through his words. That's Argi Mahardika.

After 1 year and 2 months I officially became a convert and the wife of a rich businessman, I was brought to live in Indonesia. At that time, I was 8 months pregnant. The reason is because my mother-in-law wanted the first grandchild of her only son to be born in Indonesia.

“nothing kok gi, kan Reina also has never been to Indonesia” said my mother.

Eventually my husband and I left my apartment, car and two hard-working houses to become flight attendants. Mama agreed to hire people to take care of everything, because my mother also has her own home inheritance from papa. After coming to Indonesia, my mother-in-law welcomed me very kindly. At first I thought it was just their acting. But after a month of living with them, I did not find any irregularities, even they improved. So I changed my perception that Indonesians are all like this.

That day, exactly 9 months into my pregnancy. My mother-in-law and my whole family have prepared the equipment. But the baby in my womb did not come out until 10 months and 2 days of pregnancy. Neighbors started whispering about my unnatural pregnancy.

“makanya mbak yu. if you take the ghost that is pretty much aja.”

My mother-in-law walked up to me who overheard a neighbor talk.

“if custom here is like that. But if the original custom of the mother's village.usually children born past their normal limits are special. Rest easy.most importantly he is healthy and you are also healthy. Maybe he'll wait for his father to come home from Turkey. Just be patient..” entertain my mother-in-law makes me a little comfortable. After my mother left, I stroked my big belly and spoke softly

“whose name are you?” my many. There's no reaction. Then I asked again

“do you sleep, son? This is my dear mother, be a good child, a patient child, a stoic child, a great child. Smart does not guarantee your life is happy, but be a useful child. You will be a great man.mama promised.so after your father came home today, come out with a strong cry.. God will be with you, mom and dad.”

The deg!!!

I felt a kick from my stomach. I smiled, he heard me. He answered. But my happiness was disturbed when my mother-in-law shouted followed by the presence of my sister-in-law to the room.

“argi... argi...” lirihnya stammering. His hands were trembling with reddened eyes.

“why with argi yunda?” much

“plane... argi.. missing contact. argi.

“plane argi... lost contact means argi was lost.. astagfirullah..” lirihku.

The deg!!

“akh.. astagfirullah. akh.. astaghfirullah.. yunda. please. astaghfirulah.”.

And it's all dark!

Faintly I stared at the sky of the hospital. My body is weak and painful. But what makes me even more weak is the sad news that I have to accept.

Argi's dead!

News today: The AB-001 plane, carrying hundreds of passengers including one of Indonesia's largest coal, oil and mining companies, Argi Mahardika was shot by a missile as it crossed the war-torn region. K-pilot had already confirmed to the airport signal tower in the area. At that time, the airport tower guaranteed safe even though it was above the battlefield. Suddenly the ship exploded in mid-air after being fired from below. All passengers and crew members of the plane were pronounced dead.

My eyes felt heavy when I heard the news, my head hurt. My mother-in-law did not stop stroking my head and hugging me.

“carrier and argi's property confirmed. His body has also been found with conditions that are difficult to recognize. The police know it through hp and the results of your ultrasound that is in the pocket of his suit re.. because already know it, I did not ask for anything. You must be patient re... you also have to be strong.. he will be born without a father.. You must be ridha..” shrewd my mother-in-law as if to add weight to my head.

“reina.. sincere bu.. This is nothing. This is indeed the promise of Allah.reina insyaAllah ridha”.

Two days after the sad news was received, the awaited moment arrived, the corpse had arrived at my mother-in-law's house. Because as the last and only son of 6 children, it was Argi who lived with my mother-in-law. Mom was devastated by Argi's departure. I know my mother-in-law loves Argi very much and since my mother and father-in-law separated 3 years ago, it's always been the backbone of the family.

I, accompanied by my mother hafisah (4th brother Argi), stared at the coffin from the cheese. It's like it's just a dream, and I just didn't expect it.

“why did kanda really go? Kanda has not seen him born. Kanda has not even given him a name..” lirihku while smiling.

“reina..” call yunda umi come (the first brother of argi) wake me up. “give me the last tribute to your husband.”

“sabarlah darling” lirih my mama stroked my head.

“dinda.. c'mon.your time is not much for your last respects” lirih yunda umi.

I tried to endure the pain coming from my stomach. Everyone who whispered whispered just now began to shut up as I tried to walk closer to the coffin. Everyone looked at me with tears so bad, because they had to look at an old pregnant woman whose husband had left her forever..

I approached and stood to the right of the box..

“assalamualaikum dear... thank you for being my husband all this time.thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for being my way to convert to Islam.. imam of my life.I'm sorry I haven't been able to give birth to your child before your departure.I'm sorry my cooking isn't good.. if today is the last day for us. I am ridha. I am ridha. say my regards to sayyidina Aisyah. convey my greetings to Khadijah.. we will be strong..we will fight..”.

I stopped while stroking my stomach for not holding back my tears…

“your son. will fight, we will both fight.your son said.that he meridhoimu.go...khusnul khotimah papa argi..khusnul khotimah papa argi...khusnul khotimah papa...assalamulaikum”.

I kissed the tip of the crate as if I was kissing my husband's head. The cries of mourners broke the silence. Some of them led me to sit in a wheelchair. Some of them hugged me in turns. This is what I don't like, they show their sadness.

“astagfirullah... dinda!!! It's amniotic water!!” yunda Hafisah's yelling surprised everyone.

The mourners near me checked and found that my amniotic fluid was running down my calf. My mother-in-law was shocked and asked several people including my mother to go to the hospital. When I entered the car to the hospital, at that time my husband's body was put in the ambulance to be buried immediately. In my heart I said

“I will fight with my best ability. I promise”.

Once in the hospital, I was almost unconscious. Yet I was still strong enough to give birth normally and either consciously or unconsciously. I heard a very strong baby cry.

“alhamdulillah.. baby girl, healthy and beautiful. congratulations bu” lirih the doctor made me touched. But my eyes began to fade, the longer it faded, but I still survived until I finally gave up!

“beautiful ya..” lirih my mama.

That's what I listen to when I open my eyes. Mother-in-law, yunda umi, yunda Hafisah, yunda saidah and my mother. Looking at me, my mom looked at me hinting that everything was fine.

“Reina.. thank you for fighting.your daughter..you don't think of anything yes.rest..” said my mother-in-law. I just nodded. But something touching my hand made me curious.

“aunty. aunty”.

I stare at his 6-year-old son yunda umi.

“iya darling”

“name is Fakhira Shahida Hazwan. If the name of the grandpa is fakhira who?” she said she pointed to the beautiful baby my mother-in-law was carrying. The whole room laughed. I also pinched her cubby cheek.

“name...”

“how about Ana?” lyrics of yunda umi.

“in our language Ana means the resurrected to eternal.. Umm.. not bad either..” lirih my mama.

“because from our side has included a name representative.then the rest we give you reina” added my mother-in-law.

“Ana Adelaida” says spontaneous “yah.. Ana Adelaida. who means the resurrected Nobles to immortality” lirihku.

“Ana Adelaida Argiova \= the nobleman who was resurrected to immortality was his son Argi. Don't forget his name.it's an honor for our family.” my mother added accompanied by the smiles of everyone in the room.

“thank you mama” lirihku smiled too.

“waw... Your name is Ana?” ask Fakhira to my little daughter.

“Mother.. What if my name is Elsa Syahida Hazwan?” tanya Fakhira surprised us. Yunda Umi approached her son.

“what's why?”

“so that me and ana can always be together. as in the frozen film.”. We laughed in tandem.

“alah miss elsa... miss Ana will rest.. so miss is welcome to sit sweetly to get brown” rayu yunda umi.

“benrkah? Waw... well.. then. congratulations on saying my litle angle... muah”.

Fakhira left my daughter who had closed her eyes in her grandmother's arms. He sits sweet while enjoying chocolate to sleep. I know, the room I occupy is not just any place, VVIP is siute room. with the most complete facilities and is one of the top class hospitals… This is either my ex-in-law's hospital or this is my father's private hospital. My husband's. In other words, he still cared about his granddaughter. I've heard that my mother and father-in-law are coming back. But I don't know the continuation of their story.

Story by: Aisyana Syazira

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