After the Rain

Complains

Ting!

Yandri's phone rang, a notification sign of whatsapp messages coming in on his phone. However, Yandri ignored the message, as the lesson hours were still going on.

At exactly 12pm, the second break bell rang. Yandri ended his lesson.

"Well kids, we've finished our material for today. Now, please all of you rest" said Yandri who was greeted by cheers from his students.

All students go outside the class. Some went to the school cafeteria. Some others went to the school mosque to perform dzuhur prayers.

Yandri leaned back to relieve fatigue. A day of explaining the same material from one class to another, making his head a little sluggish. Suddenly, Yandri remembered the notification of whatsapp message that entered earlier. He then reached into the pocket of the suit to retrieve his phone.

Yandri rubbed the phone screen. His smile came when he saw the sender of the message.

"Hmm, what message did you send?" muttered Yandri while opening whatsapp application to read messages from his wife.

Yandri frowned as he read Daniar's message. Happy father again? What the hell does this mean? inner Yandri.

Out of curiosity, Yandri contacted his wife.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bun!" greet Yandri after the phone is connected.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Daniar replied across the phone.

"What does this mean, Bun? Why would you send a message like this to Daddy?" yandri asked expressing her curiosity.

"Hehehe, because soon I will be a father again" Daniar replied, chuckling.

Yandri was surprised to hear his wife's answer. After being able to digest all the meanings that Daniar said, both corners of Yandri's lips were pulled upwards.

"What does this mean, Mother is pregnant?" yandri asked trying to convince himself.

"Yes, Dad. Mother is pregnant with her sister Bintang. Our second child candidate" Daniar said.

"Alhamdulillah ... Subhanallah, Bun. This is the best news I've heard after our times of concern" Yandri said.

"Yes ... Dad's right. This is the most beautiful gift after we've passed our slump" Daniar said.

"May this child further strengthen the bond between us, Bun," do'a Yandri.

"Aamiin" replied Daniar.

"Yes, I hung up on you, Bun. I want to pray dzuhur. Take good care of yourself, Bun. Don't get too sapped either" Yandri said.

"Yes, ready Dad!" answer Daniar.

"Assalamu'alaikum, the bundle of Stars and Rayyan," Yandri said.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Daniar replied.

After getting a greeting from his wife, Yandri then hung up his phone.

Gratitude unceasingly came out from Yandri's lips. He had been waiting for his second child for a long time. And today, the Lord grants all his do'a-do'anya.

Thank you, Rabb. Thank you for giving me this happiness. Please guide us to guard and guide the trust that You entrust. Aamiins.

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"Thank God, in the next few months, the house will be back with baby cries" said Ms Salma as she chatted with her daughters and grandchildren.

"Hmm, herronda again," joked Danisa.

"Not to worry, Tata. Entar Bibin temenin ngerondanya," said the Star.

Everyone laughed at the words of the stars.

"Eh, Ni. We have to do family studies, huh. Yes, a little care is for all the pleasure we feel in our families," said Ms. Salma.

"That's what Mom said, sister. It has been a long time since our family did not gather," said Danisa.

"Yes, Deck. Brother agrees, but later yes, after your brother comes home," Daniar said.

"Hmm, yeah, we'll talk about it again with his dad Bintang. Now we go in yuk, it's afternoon!" concluded Ms. Salma.

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After the incident, Miss Maryam just arrived at Grandpa Ahmad's house. He had been living in his home for almost a week to take care of Khodijah. Until this morning, Bik Mumun came to convey the message of Grandpa Ahmad who told him to go home.

Actually, it's been since the afternoon Miss Maryam was going home. But suddenly Khodijah asked for food. Miss Maryam was forced to abandon her intentions. He fed Khodijah first. As he was about to return home, azan magrib reverberated. Feeling the responsibility of having entered the prayer time, finally Miss Maryam performed the magrib prayer first at her home.

After the Maghrib prayer, Maryam was ready to go home. However, the moment he entered the room to say goodbye to Khodijah, the smell of dirt seeped through his sense of smell. For a moment, Miss Maryam was stunned to find her son had defecated on the bed.

"Astaghfirullah Colored, why don't you hold it first? You, 'know that Mom is praying, '" grumbled Miss Maryam while going to the bathroom, taking water to clean up Khodijah.

Khodijah could only quietly hear his mother grumbling in annoyance. Actually, he did not want to trouble his mother. However, all this was beyond the will of Khodijah. He could no longer resist the call of nature. Khodijah can only shed tears.

Finally, Miss Maryam delayed her return. He cleaned his son first. It is also impossible for him to tell Habibah to clean up Khodijah's filth. The boy will not want to.

"Remember you too, Mar!" ketus Grandpa Ahmad's.

Miss Maryam who was walking sneaking into the house, suddenly turned around. She was quite surprised to see her husband sitting cross-legged in the living room. In fact, after the issue, Grandpa Ahmad usually has entered the room.

"Ba-father be-not yet ti-dur?" ask Miss Maryam, stammered.

"You think?" Grandpa Ahmad still speaks to his wife.

Maryam took a deep breath. He then approached Grandpa Ahmad and sat down in front of him.

"Mom's sorry, sir. Last afternoon I wanted to go home, but Khodijah wanted to eat and I had to feed her first. When finished, azan magrib reverberated. Yes ... than Mom came home and the magrib prayer was left behind, so I decided to pray first at home. After the prayer, Khodijah suddenly defecated. I took care of Khodijah first," said Miss Maryam.

Grandpa Ahmad actually felt sorry for his wife. However, his wife's distress was a distress he made himself. Supposedly, after the daughter is married, all the responsibilities of the parents are fully delegated to the husband of the child.

"Partially, it's your fault, too, Mar. It is not that I forbid you to love your child. But you have to remember, your child is married, there is already a more mandatory responsibility for his life. And you alone? You're married too, Mar. Your duty is to obey your husband. Serving the husband well. Now I ask you, which one are you more obligated to take care of? Him or me?" grandpa Ahmad's.

Maryam could only bow her head to hear her husband's stern words. She knew she was being unfair to her husband.

"I'm really disappointed in you, Mar. You have crossed your boundaries as a wife, until you have forgotten your duty to your husband!"

Again Grandpa Ahmad complained about the attitude of Miss Maryam who he thought had crossed the line. He was disappointed with his anger. Ahmad's grandfather left, he went to the room without looking back.

Miss Maryam can only stay in her place. Really, he was having a pretty heavy dilemma right now. His head began to feel dizzy from thinking about his son who lived alone at home. Not to mention the affairs of the husband who seems to be getting angry because of his negligence in carrying out his obligations as a wife.

"Astaghfiullah!"