Fatimah Azahra Her Name

Dzaky

"The woman is like a Mirror, Looks Strong and Sturdy, but Cracks easily"

"Fatimah Azahra"

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This morning Fatimah's permission to go to the boutique.. Kangen with his colleagues. And now Fatimah's in the boutique, Alvian's dropping her off..

Receiving a welcome from his colleague, Fatimah headed to his room and at the same time, Bunga dan Indah was busy talking.

"Ikut seneng.dengernya.." said Indah.

"Alhamdulillah brother. but.."

"but what is a Flower...??"

"Sister Fatimah doesn't know yet.."

"Astagfirullah"

"The flower is asked to keep it a secret first..." And when Bunga said that, Fatimah was already standing in front of the door, just about to open it, still stopped

"What flowers??"

"But Flowers if everyone knows, why was Fatimah not even told??"

"Initially the flower wants to know about the pregnancy Flower, but not yet, fear brother Fatimah sad"

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"Pregnant flowers and all you know??"inner Fatimah

"Astagfirullah Flowers, you are wrong, with you guys keeping this a secret, there he will be even sadder"

"How should the flower be?? Flowers are confused too"

"you have to tell him right away, or he's gonna get kicked out of somebody else, it's gonna hurt him"

Hearing that conversation makes the Heart of Fatimah sore, disappointed, sick.. He was the last person who didn't know. Fatimah paused to enter her room.. Fatimah even went out of the boutique and it made Laras surprised.

Fatimah came out of the Tampa boutique greeting her. walked out, looking for a taxi to get her to ride immediately.

"Why...?? Can't I feel your happiness?? Fatimah got into the taxi, really thought somewhere

"Where are you going neng...??" ask the taxi driver

"Jalan aja sir" replied Fatimah flatly

"Oh Allah..do I not feel their happiness..??"

Laras who was surprised also chose to ask the room where Mother and Beautiful were talking, Laras told what he saw earlier. Flowers and Beautiful surprised him. Beautiful trying to find Fatimah but did not meet.

At the same time in a different place,.Alvian was angry with Hafidz

"Lo's crazy, this big thing , everybody knows, but we don't Lo tell Fidz...??"

"Gue don't mean that, I just think about the state of Fatimah"

"Lo realized, what you do there will even make Fatimah hurt.."

"Gue knows Fidz, there will be sadness, even envy. but one thing you need to know"

"Gue thought Lo would understand more about Fatimah, Lo must know more about the character of Fatimah, but I was wrong." he said while shaking.

"Astagfirullah.." said Hafidz while rubbing his face rough.

"Fatimah is not that weak as Fidz..."

"Gue and Bunga are just trying to fulfill Umma's request..."

"Umma asked...??"

And at the same time, Bunga called and told what had happened in Boutique. After the call was broken, Hafidz told Alvian

"Astagfirullah, O Allah" Alvian's chest felt tight... Alvian took his mobile phone and intended to use Fatimah, apparently Fatimah had told Alvian earlier that he had gone home by taxi.

Alvian's mind was more awkward.

"Why Al...??"

Alvian shows chat Fatimah...

"Astagfirulah... Lo relations people home, Fatimah has not come home yet"

Alvian called the house, but there was no sign of Fatimah at home.

"Why don't you guys tell me that I'm Fidz..??" alvian

"Sorry.. Umma asked for..??"

"Umma...???"

Hafidz nodded his head

"Gue try to contact Fatimah first"

Alvian also tried to contact Fatimah, but there was no answer because actually Fatimah was in her prayer. Fatimah decided to stop at the mosque, performing sunah duha prayers and hajat. mobile phone silent mode.and obviously Fatimah would not hear her.

Many times, but there is no answer "Astagfirullah.you where dear"

"No answer yet???"

Alvian...

"gue wants to find Fatimah, Lo here" said Alvian then took his car keys and rushed over.

"gue...."

"no need.. You just here, remember don't tell me what's going on right now to Umma"

Opening sheet after sheet of the Qur'an, reading it out loud, it was his way of seeking tranquility.

Suddenly there was a woman who was holding her baby.and then put her baby on the prayer mat.

Fatimah carved a smile to see it. She saw the child began to sway, and occasionally let out a sound like she wanted to win the baby's voice mode.

Fatimah ventured closer, patted her thighs covered with blankets.

"Hei. can not cry, Ummi again pray" he said.

As hypnotized, Fatimah developed her smile and the baby smiled

"Goddessa... pinter..." Fatimah does not dare to hold, just give a touch so that the baby is comfortable.fear at the thought of the baby later.looks like Fatimah is having a little chat with the baby, I don't know what chat, I don't know what, for sure he was trying to make the baby comfortable and his ummi could pray solemnly.

In contrast to Alvian, he repeatedly contacted Fatimah, but without fruit.

The woman finally said her greeting, her prayer sign was finished, and then raised her hand, honoured to Allah.. Folded mukena, then put in the bag.

"Thank you mbak." said the woman while stroking Fatimah's shoulder.

"Sama-sama brother.gemes, want a sling"

"Yes is a big one..."

"can...??"

"that's got..."

Fatimah also raised a smile and then took a position to hold.

"hi.. know the name of Aunt Fatimah"

"His name is Dzaky, he's my first kid after waiting 10th mbak..." Said with a smile expands, seeing Fatimah who like her is used to holding a baby

fatimah's eyes suddenly immediately looked at his ummi Dzaky.

"10 years...??"

"He was, one month to 10 years old, Dzaky was born..."

"If you may know, why did it last that long..??"

"It's God's rule, yes it's hard, but we always learn from everything that happens.maybe God is teaching the value of patience, sincere to me and my husband.."

"My physical limp,..."

"Is there a problem with his health??"ask Fatimah curiously

"i if menstruation can be like a bleeding leg, even sometimes get treated"

"Subhanallah..."

"For us this is really a miracle from God.Even during pregnancy Dzaky so many her Trials, the doctor was memorized with me, many complaints and all sorts of her, but I tried hard.. and I'm with people who always give me strength, certainly God who never let me be alone"

Fatimah shed tears hearing the story of the woman.staring at Dzaky fixedly, Her chest was tight.

"kok mbak nangis...??"

"I am moved, I am also ashamed." he replied still with tears dripping down.

"God has only tested me 1 year in his struggle, but sometimes I feel why so heavy my fighters, I forgot that there were even people who fought longer than me" he sobbed

At the corner of the door there were people listening to their conversation, sitting down but turning their backs.

"God, ma'am, I can feel what I feel, because I was also in that position before, heavy, not infrequently maintaining the provisions of God...."

"broken Ara lost hope, that I once felt..."

"but over time, we tried to make this a field of reward, learning patience, sincerity..."

"trust me. If the time comes, that's the best..."

"All of this teaches us, more trust..more careful..because out there many are negligent in maintaining their trust,.they forget the child is trust, but act as they please"

Fatimah was still speechless.Tears were still dripping, suddenly Dzaky whined.

"why darling?? thirsty.. here let me first love you"

Fatimah also wiped her tears, gave Dzaky to the ummi to be given ASI.