Fatimah Azahra Her Name

Take His Wisdom

a little more patient for a little more happines

a little more patient for a little happier

By. Fatimah aZahra

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Adhan reverberated, trying to get out of his sleeping position, still reluctant to get out of the arms of the husband, but call God it is to be first.

Three Vocations of God to his people, the Call of Adhan, the Call of Hajj and Umrah, the Call of Death... Before the last call comes, then do not neglect to call God first, because if the third call has come, there will be no more opportunity to fulfill the other two calls.

Fatimah shook Alvian's hand to build her right from her nap "Biy"

if anyone asks kok wudhu, it should be a bath. they have taken a shower before continuing to take a nap..🤭

Alvian rubbed his eyes, trying to collect his life as a whole, then went to the bathroom and materialized.

Now they have stood on their respective prayer mats, performing Dzuhur prayer congregation.

It turns out that Mother is already at the door, wants to knock but hesitates, Honestly Mother is very worried about what Mother saw earlier, Mother knows her son very well, never being rude to anyone, never being rude to anyone, let alone a woman, and it was the woman that the son loved so much, something must have happened.

With millions of thoughts dancing, Mother also ventured to knock on the door.

tock.tok...

"Alvian, Fatima..." There is no answer and Mother has also repeated her Call.

"Allahuacabar..." The voice of takbir was faintly heard by Mother, Ya Alvian raised her takbir tone, giving a code that she was praying

"It turns out that she was praying." said Mommy Iirih with a little smile and went down to help the aunt prepare lunch.

Finished the prayers of Fatimah and Alvian also came down, there is actually something that Alvian must discuss but because his stomach was already chirping, Fatimah was also hungry.

"We go down first, Mother must have been waiting..."

Fatimah nodded, wearing her hijab but not with her veil, because in this house there is only Alvian who is male.while the mamang who is standing guard in front, since Fatimah lives in this house, rarely enter, while the mamang who is standing guard in front, except to the laundry room in the back or take food that has been prepared.

Mother looked at Alvian and Fatimah alternately, as if asking for an explanation.

"Mother why...??"alvian asked gently with her sweet smile

"Mothers should ask, why are you? we don't hurt this Mother's daughter, do we...??"

"Astagfirullah Mother..seudhzon same child..."

"Trus you why did you pull Fatimah's hand like that...??"

Fatimah chose silence and scooped the rice onto Alvian and Bunda's plates..

"Pretty dear." said he gave a code to Fatimah, that his rice was enough.

"Mother we eat first yes, laper.." he continued.

They were finished with lunch, and were already in the family room.

"Debt explanation.." said Mother.

Turns out the Mother still wants to hear an explanation from her..."Huuff..."

"mayo kelasin....."

Alvian also explained, about Fatimah who gave news of returning home by taxi, but after that her number did not answer the call, and after contacting the house, Fatimah had not arrived, and it made her worried, and it made her worry, and after traveling and continued to contact Fatimah who had no answer.

Apparently Fatimah was in the mosque with a cell phone in silent. But Alvian did not tell about Fatimah who was sad about the news of the pregnancy Flowers are hidden from her.Karna Alvian did not discuss it with Fatimah directly.

"Astagfireullah Fa... Mommy thinks what's wrong, make Mommy worried, let alone Alvian narik you are rich..."

"No papa kok Bun, no,. Fatimah was wrong, too.."

"Other times if there's another purpose, be patient"

Fatimah nodded

"You didn't go back to RSH...??"

"Sir Bun.." replied Alvian while focusing on his phone.

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Flowers were in the room anxiously waiting for Hafidz to come home.

checkered

the door of the room opened and the flower came closer... Hafidz came in with a smile, kissed the top of Mother's head and briefly kissed the belly of the flower that is still very flat.

"Have you met Fatimah??" ask her with a worried face

Hafidz hugged Bunga and brought him to the sofa in the room, "Udah is not anywhere, he is again in the mosque, and mobile phone in silent"

"Alhamdulillah.. Flowers are worried.."

"He won't mess around, but he knows how he is.."

"Sister Fatimah must be very disappointed right.."

"Hey... Why is it so sad...??"

"Flower feels very guilty, want to call aja Bunga not dare.."

"Related for sure, but Alvian also has spoken the same mas, Fatimah is not Why, even from this incident they and also we can learn many things.take his wisdom"

"the new tomorrow of Fatimah's phone, today let it go first yes, mas want to take a shower first" continued Hafidz

The flowers nodded and then moved, Hafidz headed for the bathroom and Bunga headed to the closet to prepare the clothes of the husband.