
The day was getting darker, incense heard the sound of car horns that were mutually unpretentious. Due to heavy rain, the road became jammed. Mouth to mouth, arrsyad heard in front of there was an accident that resulted in congestion.
Adhan isya already heard clearly, arrsyad sure in front there is a mosque. Little by little the car drove, until it stopped at a mosque that was quite large.
Due to heavy rain many people who partly shelter waiting for rain subsided partly to pray. Arrsyad entered the mosque after committing ablution, filling the first shap right behind the imam.
Rakaat after rakaat has been completed, arrsyad does not immediately move from there. He chose to recite for a while while waiting for the rain to subside, already almost half an hour arrsyad sitting cross-legged while dhikir but the rain was even more heavy.
With arrsyad forced to continue his journey, his vision was greatly impaired. As a result of the rain, the windshield of the car becomes dewy.
"My head hurts again, where the medicine wasn't taken."
Arrsyad felt restless, somehow conditioned like this his headache even relapsed. The journey is still far away, want to stop first fear until there will be until midnight.
No sense of time running quickly, the clock shows ten o'clock at night. Arrsyad believes he will be until eleven o'clock at night until there, late because the streets are a little crowded making arrsyad upset.
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While with the zhivana, who was now smiling happily knowing the arrsyad was on its way here. Making zhivana impatiently wait.
Sarah who had accompanied Zhivana waiting for her husband's arrival, was also happy.
"Zhivana, I can't wait to see your husband. Said your husband was a precedent, huh?" Sarah asked enthusiastically.
"Yes, sarah, I'll introduce you to the arrsyad."
The chat continued cheerfully, occasionally sarah laughed at hearing the childhood stories of zhivana and arrsyad. Zhivana strongly did not believe that her childhood friend was her soul mate.
It does not feel the night getting late, the wall clock that is hung in the corner of the living room has shown at eleven o'clock at night.
Zhivana's face grew increasingly anxious, occasionally seeing sarah. Sarah, who was worried, became confused as to how.
"Why hasn't my husband arrived yet, ma'am?" Zhivana asked with a sad look on her face.
Sarah clasped the zhivana's right hand, then gently stroked it.
"Maybe stuck in traffic, we just pray. May your husband be well."
Zhivana nodded slowly.
"Aamiinu. Sister Sarah's sleeping, I want to wait for my husband first."
"Bak isn't sleepy yet, you're the one sleeping there. Not good to know zhivana, if you are pregnant even staying up late. Mbak's husband also has not returned from his invitation to study, maybe he will soon go home, while waiting for your husband. Ma'am too, waiting for my husband. While sleeping, if your husband comes I will wake up."
"But mbak,"
"Well, you don't want your kids to be okay?"
Zhivana shook her head, and she was forced into the room. This time the room door is not zhivana key. Zhivana hoped that soon the arrsyad would arrive.
Half an hour from zhivana came into the room, gus halim. Already home with a half-wet sarah, she swiftly welcomed her husband's return.
"Zhivana's asleep?" Tanya gus halim, who has now changed her clothes.
"I forced him to sleep. Kasian, that's,"
Gus halim just nodded, then lay down his body facing Sarah who was still sitting on the side of the bed.
"Yet, you slept first kasian zhivana if you wait until late at night like this. You know the mas, zhivana likes to cry every night. I don't have the heart to see, usually pregnant women like to gain weight. Well this is zhivana, he's thin as hell."
Gus halim just smiled while remembering zhivana, Gus halim. Very proud of the zhivana, the veiled woman was very patient. Especially during here zhivana never complained of anything, let alone troublesome. Even the presence of zhivana here makes the house warm and crowded.
Twelve o'clock, the sound of knocking on the door makes sarah and gus halim interlock lyrics. The two immediately walked towards the vestibule, gus halim opened the door as the voice of a man said his greetings.
"Getishalight." Sarah and Gus halim answer together.
The door of the house had opened wide, heavy rain accompanied by strong winds made the cold air feel piercing to the bone.
A tall man, standing straight in front of sarah and gus halim. Her white skin was bright, looking pale and shivering. The man smiled kindly, then greeted sarah and gus halim in turn.
"I'm arrsyad, her husband zhivana." Speak politely to the arrsyad.
Sarah, who saw the good looks of the arrsyad, made her gobs barely blink. Gus halim who knew it immediately patted sarah's shoulder twice, until it awoke.
After a little talk, gus halim immediately handed over a pair of clothes suitable for use arrsyad. With thanks Arrsyad received the shirt.
"The bathroom's right next to the kitchen, sorry there's only one bathroom here." Gus halim.
Arrsyad nodded, smiling kindly.
"If you're hungry, the kitchen is ready for food. I'm sorry my wife and I took a break first, this zhivana room." Gus halim pointed to the door of the room of zhivana.
"Thank you so much, sorry I'm so troublesome." Arrsyad.
"Yes together, don't hesitate. Oh yes, said my wife zhivana was waiting for you to come, because staying up late is not good for pregnant women. That's why he was forced to sleep first."
Arrsyad again thanked him, after Sarah and Gus halim entered the room. Arrsyad went straight to the bathroom, cleaning her body quickly. Then put on clothes as fast as lightning as possible, impatiently wanting to enter the room to see the zhivana.
Slowly the door of the zhivana room opened, the first sight that arrsyad saw was his wife who was sleeping on her back while holding her stomach.
Arrsyad slowly closed the door, not forgetting the key. Seeing the already enlarged zhivana stomach makes the arrsyad moved, the period of zhivana pregnancy in the absence of arrsyad. The arrsyad asked, Has zhivana wanted anything? Is zhivana a problem? There are many more questions about the arrsyad.
His feet stepped closer to zhivana, then crouched down. His gaze could not be separated from the figure of zhivana, the woman he had longed for.
The cold hand that was still shivering gently stroked the big belly of zhivana, within which were two lives that would soon be born. Arrsyad always prayed that his wife and children would always be healthy and well.
Turning to rub the white cheeks of zhivana who was not wearing a veil, that natural red hue seemed to look adorable. With a wistful gaze arrsyad dyed the entire surface of zhivana's face.
Zhivana wriggled, then opened her eyes slowly, the figure of the arrsyad that she had longed for was already in sight. Arrsyad smiled sweetly, when zhivana looked at him with glazed eyes.
"Bag,"
Zhivana woke up, then stared back at the arrsyad. Her crying broke as the arrsyad said.
"Dear I'm sorry."
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