Asyifa (Publishing Process)

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A woman was sitting on the bed, her eyes focused on an object in front of her, her fingers dancing in the Gorilla glass, her brain spinning through an epic groove that she hoped would be able to enchant readers, although only limited to the vote he got but he still tried to give his best, the woman thought maybe who just read less satisfied with his work so he considered it an assessment of his achievements, he thought, over time, over the thought he sacrificed to produce a work that still could not be said to be perfect, even far from the word.

Everyone has their own opinions, everyone has their own thoughts so he can not force everyone to like his work, because the likes are relative, he said, he can only try to give his best so as not to disappoint the readers who are happy to vote for him.

"Assalamualaikum." Someone enters the room.

"Waalaikumsalam mas." The woman answered without looking.

"Ngapain the hell that instead of rest even toy HP." Raihan put a small plastic bag on the nightstand and sat next to his wife.

"But Syifa just re-read who knows if there is a typo." Syifa's eyes examined the words one by one.

Raihan fell silent while reading what his wife had written.

"Typo that." Raihan said he saw a mistake in typing the wife.

"Ah yes." Syifa allowed his typing.

"Done, arrived Syifa mood nulis mas read comment comments, gatel hands want to write."

"Syifa mah emang that, to forget the real world, whereas mas see that vote no half even seems not but still make it, just make it, try to update once a month like matching the vote they love." Raihan went to the closet.

"If you wait for a lot of votes mah 10 years also will not end the story, Syifa does not expect too much, there are still people who make Syifa spirit, what do other thoughts, what do other people think, the important thing is Syifa remains productive, if think of this Syifa will not nerbitin 7 mas books that there are menggeluh mulu to the reader, not the story but the contents vent, free most who responded one and two." Asyifa put down her Handphonenya.

"Well, he's weak when it comes to ginian issues."

"Syifa is also weak when watching transformers."

"Hahaha..that's proof that we complement each other, oh yes Syifa already pray Dhuha?" Raihan came back to Syifa after changing his shirt.

"It's already me." Asyifa nodded.

"If Syifa had used this." Raihan took the object in a plastic bag and handed it to Asyifa.

Syifa's facial complexion changed when she saw the object, so much as her husband wanted to change status? He was afraid that if the results were not in accordance with the wishes of the husband, he did not even feel the sign.

"Now mas?"

"Yes, filing a powerful mas, try it first." Raihan convinced his wife.

"Yes, but if not Syifa, I'm sorry." Saying Asyifa sadly.

"It is not wrong Syifa, if it does not mean the will of God." Raihan's hand stretched out across Ashifa's head.

Was was was Asyifa tried the tool given her husband, he did not think lead to it because there is no clear sign of the matter, it is not, first the Ashifa read all the existing writing before using it.

After Syifa had come out of the bathroom to Raihan who was sitting on the prayer mat, his eyes closed, hands actively twisting prayer beads, his body slightly swayed to the right and to the left.

"Where are you?" Raihan asked as he realized Asyifa was sitting next to him.

"Syifa hasn't seen the results yet." Asyifa immediately gave the tool to Raihan, let her husband know first.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim." slowly Raihan saw the flat object handled.

"Alhamdulillah..." Raihan stood up facing the Qibla, his hands raised doing

takbiratul ihram, after that bow down and then sit down to say hello.

"It's my guess." Raihan said after giving thanks.

"Syifa's pregnant?" Ask Syifa quietly.

"Yes, there will be heroes and princes in our midst." Raihan nodded in spirit.

"Alhamdulillah.." Asyifa's reflexes held her belly, Syifa's eyes began to condense.

"It looks like we have a strong inner bond, son." Raihan stroked his wife's stomach, Syifa unceasingly gave thanks.

"How did you know Syifa was pregnant?"

"Syifa vomited early this morning when we reached home last night Syifa was gone, my mind went straight to get pregnant, I had faith that it was right so I wanted to prove it." Raihan.

Syifa smiled gently.

"Syifa was not even aware of the mas, Syifa thought it was catching a cold, it turned out there was a grandpa."

"Thank you, that." Raihan's hand moved to Asyifa's cheek.

"Udah is the duty of Syifa mas to give offspring, Syifa also thanks without Syifa will not be able to be ummah." Asyifa took Raihan's hand on her cheek and kissed him.

"Syifa from now on can not be alone, Monday Tuesday if Syifa work in place of abi, Wednesday Thursday at the place of the father, Friday to the office of the same mas, Saturday of the same week mas." Raihan is beginning to show his protective nature.

"Syifa village is still young so at home is not papa, insyaallah is safe."

"Mas did not want to take the risk, because I know that Syifa at home will never be able to be put on the brakes." Raihan pulls Ashifa's nose slowly.