CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

#76

Bismilbornrah maanirrahiim

Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad.

Azam couldn't do much if morning came. In addition to accompanying Asha in the sink and stroking the woman's back. I don't know what he's trying to get out of? Since yesterday Asha has consumed nothing but a glass of water. Azam tried to cook the porridge, but Asha spewed out in one chip.

Worried? Of course, what else does Asha look so pale. During that process, Azam did not say - a word. Standing with a slanted tie, buttoned shirt that is still random - scramble, and face pias look at Asha who is suffering terribly.

"I'll let you go today, okay?"

His whisper, looking at Asha who looked up from the reflection of the mirror. The woman shook her head and vomited again.

"I'll ask for permission on__!"

Asha shakes.

"No way, you have a meeting today, right? My mom will take care of me"

He could have left his wife in this condition. Azam was also afraid that Asha would fall like the previous days.

Oh my God, Asha has experienced this alone. When he was not next to the woman, Asha's burden might be heavier many times over. Suddenly Azam felt his sins piling up, he wanted to be with Asha all the time he could.

Asha turned around, her breathing sounded tired. Cold sweat poured from the temple, the woman had not slept at all. Now force a smile.

"Of My Hubby, it's too late. Don't leave responsibility on campus"

Buujuk Asha with great difficulty.

Azam was silent, glancing at the watch, taking a deep breath once more.

"All right, I'm done with my business straight home"

Asha let Azam carry her to the bed again. The blanket was beside her waist.

"spend"

Azam glanced at the omelet, bread and a glass of white milk beside the nightstand. But Asha acted as if she had not heard. Of course the woman did carry out her orders.

"If you love yourself and your content, I'd like to see these filled glasses and plates run out when I get home"

Asha looked up with a frown, wordlessly grabbing a piece of jam bread that was folded and inserted in the mouth. One swallow and drink half a glass of milk.

"Faster is better, let Brother not call me every 5 minutes to ask if I've finished my breakfast yet!"

His attitude is childish. But Azam refrained from laughing, but Asha remained funny.

The woman's fingers told Azam to get close to her, with Asha painstakingly pairing her husband's tie and button shirt. Neater than anyone who puts.

"Thank you"

Azam kissed his wife's forehead long, it was difficult to separate and did not want to.

Asha pushed Azam's chest in the end, pointing the alarm clock at the side of the food tray. The clock is clearly indicated at 07:00. Azam said his greetings, closing the door of their room. The roar of the jeep engine was heard all the way to the room.

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I leave my heart to the One who never betrays the deposit, that He may give my heart to the only person He loves most to be a complement to my life and ribs. And in waiting I prepare well that I may glorify the woman as my wife, forever, and let her decision be a secret until the time comes.

Azam was pulsated after the meeting of the faculty Dean's election had been completed. Suddenly he remembered the do'a, the prayer he always said first in the room of the Ashabul Kahfi boarding school. The prayer that was unceasing throughout the peaceful year he stayed there. The prayer that unknowingly led him to Asha. Apparently, God always keeps his heart for only one woman. Before or now. And the thought that soon he will be blessed with the baby of the woman he loves, adds to the big bubble of happiness.

Once Azam had entrusted his heart to the Maha, now it was the turn of Him who entrusted him with a child. Whether it's a son or a daughter. This time Azam will take care of him with all his body and soul.

The sound of Massanger's message clanking distracts Azam. It turned out that her in-laws, who asked her to stop by the shopping mall to buy groceries. Azam did not reply, immediately did the task quickly. He wants to go home and meet Asha.

Azam parked his car in a shopping mall. Ride the escalator after being in the destination, immediately get a Trolley.

Azam did not know where to move, right and left full of shelves - food shelves that rise. Never shopping let alone enter the supermarket, Azam like a stray moon man in the crowd. Clumsy, confused, and uncomfortable. Guided by instinct, Azam finally decided to turn right, his eyes immediately whistled with fresh greenery in the padati mother - mother.

Oh, my gosh. How to choose vegetables if they choose for so long? In a crucial moment, it was fortunate that her in-laws were calling. Instructing from across there what Azam should buy.

"Hallo"

Asha's crisp voice greeted it, Azam immediately straightened his body aloud. The only one who asked him to speak was Hanifa.

"What's good?"

Asha connected, from her tone seemed to wake up.

Azam should have asked that question.

"Yes, my work here is almost done"

Azam glanced at his Trolley full of cooking ingredients, so mountainous.

"I don't like smelling onions"

His wife said arriving.

Azam understood the meaning of Asha, the woman was disinclined to rule. Azam who is sensitive to dismantle the groceries back, looking - look for onions and onions at the bottom. Until a mother who sees him in distress helps.

"Ummm...I don't want to drink strawberry-flavored milk"

Asha gave the code again.

Azam.

"I know, now what you like is the opposite"

He said, making Asha on the other end laugh crisply. Apologizing, the request was too troublesome.

Quiet - Azam also smiled, although he was tired because of the changing conditions of Asha but he really enjoyed his role as a husband and father-to-be.

Prospective father?

Azam chuckled as the two words dominated his head.

"Anything for you"

"My Hubby, drive with heart. I love you"

Asha closed their conversation, her tone sounded embarrassed - embarrassed. Making Azam unknowingly carve out the smile that caught the visitor. Apparently, the outer appearance can not be compared with the condition of one's heart.

"I love you more"

Azam still had time to reply, but maybe Asha did not hear.

The most important thing was the sense that Azam loved them. Asha and her future baby. Who waited for his return with a warm embrace.

Azam stood up after all his shopping was done, saying thanks to the mother who smiled widely. Perhaps hearing her talk, the middle-aged woman rubbed her shoulders gently.

"Pregnant women often ask for something strange, so be patient with it. May your wife and baby be healthy always in the protection of Allah"

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