CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Bismilbornrahmaa Nirrahiim

Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad

Azam awoke to hear a beautiful voice, turned sideways and found Asha singing Joseph's letter. The woman did not realize her husband was awake, Azam glanced at 01:20. Late - late Azam noticed his wife often wake up in the middle of the night, or maybe more precisely can not sleep, stricken with Insomnia Syndrome. Restless when lying down but saying nothing. Every Azam asked, Asha always answered nothing.

"Eh? I woke up Brother, didn't I?"

As Azam looked at Asha, his wife glanced and gasped. Azam shook his head, smiling.

"Not at all, continue. It was like I was in heaven"

Azam closed his eyes, inched near Asha's enlarged belly into the 9th month of her pregnancy. Asha smiled back, resumed her tartil reading. His right hand held the Qur'an while his left hand stroked Azam's hair.

Azam's palm crept behind Asha's face, stroking his wife's mistress. Faint - faintly able to feel the movements inside Asha's stomach, cute movements as if a petite male was trying to kick her hand.

In early pregnancy, Asha could only sleep if Azam's hands were on her stomach. Nighttime sniffing eases his nausea. Until Asha felt no more, even the habit was carried away by Azam.

"You're happy to hear your mother's voice?"

Azam muttered, once again feeling his hand tremble due to his champion kick.

"Yes yes.the voice is like an angel. Hm, you will see for yourself how beautiful your mother is with her voice!"

Since then, Azam often spoke one way if Asha was nearby.

15 Minutes later Asha stopped him, when Azam was fully awake. Sit next to his wife, take a bath, take a wudlu and pray at night. But Azam realized one awkwardness, wet bed linen and the grip of Asha to be another omen. Azam consciousness gathered, alert signals buzzing - buzzing.

Azam rubbed Asha's sweat-stricken face with a dry towel over the nightstand, from his lips came a painful groan. Azam tried to control himself, relax, take a breath. Call Hanifa and Seruni, is it time? Though the doctor predicts if the birth of the baby is still about one week away.

Azam grabbed any jacket, put it on Asha. The woman clutched her hand more and more, in between breath settings, stroking her stomach up and down while reciting istigfar.

"It hurts so much, God"

Immediately Azam carried Asha to the living room, waiting for Sam's car to come. I knew this emergency would happen.

Azam hugged Asha, stroked his wife's back without speaking. The woman did not sob, but her tears soaked Azam's shirt. The feeling is getting worse, especially the flow of water feels wet his pants.

Azam squeaked, sweeping Asha's nightgown with her fingers. His wife's breath sounded broken - broken.

"Abangs...Brother..The water broke!"

A minute later Azam moved, ran to the room and puffed up the drawers. Taking the keys to his car, there's no time to wait for his family. For Asha seemed to be in so much pain, and Azam would not be able to leave him in such a condition any longer.

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Azam gave the name Ziyadarul Arash Wiratama which is taken from Arabic which means a gathering place of blessings from Allah.

The name is the object of the insertion of prayer from the two parents for the baby, so Azam hopes that later his son will grow into a man who fights for many things for the good of the world and the hereafter. For the best of man is that which is useful to others.

Azam was amazed not to play when the first time he leaned his son to two in the delivery room. So tiny, wriggling with her loud cries. Azam did not dare to breathe, too afraid if his breath hurt his son's thin skin. Actually still want to pet it, but Arash must be cleaned first.

With a heavy heart, Azam handed it to a nurse. To then get closer to Asha who was lying down and still closed her eyes. The woman's breath was now in order, Azam grasped Asha's white fingers and kissed her.

Azam's whisper on the side of his wife's ear, knowing that Asha was awake.

"I know why his cries sound so dashing in my ears"

Reply Asha, though weak, to Azam's hearing.

The man kissed his wife's forehead, smiling happily. His love grew because of pride. Asha had been through an incredible thing, life and death still fighting for her consciousness just to hear their son's cry. In front of her eyes, Azam witnessed for himself how hard the birthing process was. Asha is a tough woman.

"Sha, I can't say anything"

Asha's lips curved, but her eyes were still tightly closed.

"Then don't say anything, I know your heart and mind. Because we are connected"

Yes, Azam acknowledged the truth. He can speak no other but with the taste of haru. Which overflows through the warmth of his speech.

"You gave me a gift wrapped directly in your womb, Sha. Right on our first wedding anniversary, I couldn't find any other words but I love you"

Asha's tears were dripping down her cheeks. Azam still had time to wipe him before the nurse came to sew his wife's wound, asked him to take care of the advanced administration to then be able to take Asha to the nursery. It is spacious and comfortable for their extended family.

Seruni, Hanifah even Sam was once enthusiastic when the glass carriage entered Asha's nursing room. Featuring a tiny crying baby wrapped in a blue blanket, a small sob. It looks uncomfortable the space is limited by the fabric bedongan.

Arash's arrival managed to steal the attention of the entire room, taking turns to be in the timbang - timang. The crying had stopped, apparently the baby was happy to be played with many people.

Another very happy moment for Azam was the opportunity to accuse his son. Right next to the baby's ears are still red. Arash was silent but his cute fingers came out of his blanket and moved - motion as if to reach Azam's face.

when Iqomah, his finger did not stop stroking Arash's black hair. It's not wrong if that one part is guided by the mother. There is no feeling tired, looking at the two objects that are now the axis of his life is resting.

Part of Azam's colleagues and friends - Asha's friends during High School and college alternately came to bring a lot of packages, rain of gifts for baby Arash. Although the treatment room was so noisy by the conversation, Arash remained sound in his beautiful sleep.

A baby cannot be said to be similar to who, but Azam denies death Arkha's statement that Arash looks like his uncle. Tired of hearing the man's nonsense, Azam said Arkha should be betrothed. With anyone and make a baby. In order not to confess - confessing to Arash's obvious possession - was clearly his son.

Later in the disturbance, Arash instead of opening his eyes and crying loudly because it is not stopping to be an elusan material. Asha was not playing, reached out to ask Arash from Azam's sling.

The crying of the baby instantly stopped even when it had just touched Asha's clothes. Incredibly, their bond is strong.

When Azam's annoyance at Arkha was completely forgotten, Arkha arrived.

"I forgot to say that Arash's nose and lips look like Husain Fahmi's, they're very similar. Take a look, Khairul Azam___!"

Hanifah who is making milk to look.

"Ackha?!!"

Late, Azam has shifted the chair. Arkha hurriedly closed the door of Asha's nursery and immediately left. Azam chased while slamming the door, I don't know what to do. Like sonic when it's pinched.

Asha shook her head - in disbelief, and whispered beside her son's ear.

"You see, your Papa and your Om? They're such a bitch, since this morning it's just disturbing your sleep".

Who's interested in dating Aa' Arkha?

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