AMONG THE 3A

CHAPTER 239. EUPHORIA

Ahmad Zaid Sanusi aka Raden Mas Brajawisesa still faithfully chanted the phrase Allah in both ears of the first grandson of his family.

"Maa is Allah, his henchman, even more slumbering. Exactly Abi at birth, Eyang princess that if the night does not sleep. Closely hold your Abimu until morning for forty days until khatam three times .. we replace juz, hopefully Umma and Abimu are also so, son. Sholih, other than because of your parents' two nasab ... aamiin," Abah never stopped praying Fayyadh.

Adhan dawn reverberate.

Still faithfully carrying a handsome grandson, Abah wakes up his beloved son.

"Mir, dawn. You didn't know that, let's get up. Give Fayyadh a dhikr in the morning before he'll breastfeed" Sepuh's man patted his son's leg.

"So, Mban has come, Bah?" her tanyanya untied the embrace slowly as Aiswa was still asleep.

"Again on the road, let Aiswa take care of Mban during the bath later, you take care of Fayyadh. Abah wants to sleep ba'da duha later," Abah said, putting Fayyadh in her baby box and then heading to the bathroom for ablution.

Amir got up from his position, lowered his legs slowly closer to the bed Fayyadh clinging to Aiswa's brangkar. Both her neutrals capture the beautiful scenery, the woman she once loved has now become the mother of her son.

"Strict, polite, intelligent and persistent like Umma, love and do not make him sad, healthy body, so our helper later, the pride of Rosulullah ya Althafariz Fayyadh. Abi only wants you to be the successor of the memorizer of the Book of Allah in the Kusuma family," Amir whispered a line of hope and prayers for his son.

His tears accidentally trickled down, like a dream. This handsome baby is a descendant of Tazkiya, the mukim of the sholih people.

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Seven days later.

Seen busy in Joglo Ageng since the morning. Ba'da Ashar, will be held aqiqah Fayyadh.

All of Kusuma's extended family were present, including special guests from Danarhadi's acquaintances.

In the living room, several couples have gathered. Abyan and his family. Naya, who is fighting Mahen with Maira, and Gamal Almahyra, are also bothering to prevent Kaffa from judging Maira.

The elders of Kusuma, including Mother Aruni, were on the sofa opposite the young kawula. The venue is ready, hadroh has started to give sholawat.

Ba'da Ashar's.

The committee began to be busy welcoming special guests including Sinuhun. Bodyguards are everywhere. Mahen only focused on the nuclear family.

Study begins, connecting maulid. Amir carried Fayyadh out of the room. While Aiswa accompanied Joanna joined in a special room for women. Fayyadh's Thanksgiving ceremony was aired live in two places. Tazkiya also held the same activity that afternoon.

Two hours passed, Fayyadh not one bit feel disturbed by the crowd. It's just getting louder.

"So good, is the night like this?" ask Qonita.

"Yes, thank God .. so Aiswa can sleep," replied Amir when he was about to hand over Fayyadh in his wife's arms.

"Typically this age is still sleeping. But Maira used to be no. I stayed up late, slept late at dawn until the age of Maira three months," continued Naya.

"Same as Fatima, so. Maybe because his father was keeping the books" Qonita told Abyan, who was playing with Fatima.

"Jaga laptop.." added Naya.

The two men who felt they were talking about their wives, just silently turned to them with flat expressions.

"Originally don't keep the candle.." continued Gamaliel. Followed by all the laughter.

"Mir, there is Hasbi and Yai Maxum," Abah called his son.

Aiswa pretends not to listen, so that her husband does not feel upset.

"Darling," he continued on the lines of Mahmud's chatter.

"Yes, it's okay. There's Joanna if I need anything. Meet the guests, Bii. Don't forget to pray to them" replied Aiswa.

Amir agreed and took Gamal outside the main residence, fulfilling the call of the father, to meet their friend.

After her husband's departure, Aiswa bailed into the room, leaving Kusuma's extended family behind.

"Rest Mba, don't get sapped. The uterus is still wounded, be careful," Naya's message when she sees Aiswa still looks very slow when she gets up from her seat.

"Yes, Brother Naya, syukron. This Mban ngiket stagennya so rather difficult," he lamented as he passed to step into the room.

"Yesaaaaaaaaaa...." Naya yells at Danarhadi's housekeeper.

Blukkkkp.

"Nonsolent, tarzan!" Abyan hit the head of his bar-bar sister with a magazine scroll.

"Yeee Brother, it's my duty. Herein" said Mahen.

"A dare to be with me? sok aja," threatened Naya turned to her husband.

"No, just want to say this from Kak Abyan so you can't hit you again" said Mahen.

"Buya, please call Mba donk, ask Aiswa's room immediately. As for that, I can't help but be afraid of being wrong" Qonita asked Abyan.

"Fatima sleeps, it's hard to wake up," he replied as long as Fatima just stuck to him, not yet asleep.

"Mother...." Qonita stared hard.

"Yes dear," he said, though reluctant, but he got up from his seat walking towards the back room.

Mahen laughed, "Yeee, same thing," he exclaimed as he got up and left the living room. The core event is over, it's time to rest ahead of Maghrib.

In Aiswa's room.

The woman who had just assumed the status of Mother made a call with the Labils Trio.

"Hi brother, are you home?" ask Aiswa to Dewiq when their connection is connected.

"Just came home three days ago. Outside there is also a Fayyadh thanksgiving event but I can not join the Umma," Dewiq looks bad on his bed.

"Patience, baby Sulthan should be fussy," replied Aiswa still holding her son.

"Hi guys, Mother candidates. How are you?" Dwiana joined.

"Dwi, are you sick? pale too? an infusion?" Aiswa squinted her eyes. He can not bend because the stagen winding is too tight has not decomposed.

"Mostly Lu, on porsir," said Dewiq.

"Emang Lu didn't? what alibi do you have Wiq? so distended, if not the result of free association," replied Dwi.

"Somewhat, it's time anyway," said Dewiq reluctant to reply further. He's not in the mood.

"Goddess, ngeles. The earthquake felt until West Jakarta," Samber Dwi still wanted to argue.

"You're the same, three of them." The voice of Mama Rini, slowly the figure of ayu appeared next to Dwiana.

"Hi moms" said Aiswa and Dewiq together.

"Dwiana was sick because Rayyan did not give Mama's daughter-in-law out of the room for three days ... Aey, congratulations. When to Jakarta?" ask the Mother.

"Entah Moms, how is Qolbi aja ... Dwi, I'm welcome to be held for three days as a doctor."

"Ciyyeeeeeeee," continued Aiswa compact with her brother.

"Let's just follow you, Aey ... Still sick, honey?" rayyan's voice went into their room, checking the rate of drip infusion, the figure still wearing the white suit was visible on the laptop screen.

"Happy fight, Doctor,"

"Darling, said Mba Qonita you are sick? where's it?" Amir went into the room, sounding worried.

"Grnaharrrr...."

"Sir, ish. Shrimp ya, Qolbi wants to settle my stagen," Aiswa pamit first.

"Mas ... Krisdayanti...."

"That's, Doc?" Amir does not understand the intent of his personal doctor.

"Counting the day" Dewiq laughed, followed by Rayyan at the end.

"Bang Haji he mah, A," added Dwi.

"Beaaaaaarrrr ... The others are there, where are you, Bear?"

"Beaaaaaarrrrr." cried Dewiq again.

"Sister, brisik. Tar umma angry loh ... Yee...."

"Bye, too," Dwiana turned off the call.

"Bear ... Bear ... They left me. You left me too...."

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