HUSBAND'S HEART

part 29 A'YUN QURROTA

After bringing Annisa's hatchback car which is more often called 'si pinky', for regular service to the subscription workshop, the company said, mr. Hadi took the time to go to several catering restaurants to order rice boxes and bookings for the next six days, according to orders from Fatma.

For this kind of alms business, it is not a big thing for the Fatma family. The late Abah Haikal introduced the miracle of almsgiving to Fatma and accustomed their families to Istiqomah to carry it out.

"Alhamdulillah, the catering business is over, ma'am. For boarding houses, three restaurants, while for the assembly of the press in the Al Fattah mosque the same An Nur mosque handled the mothers of the assembly administrators. Hopefully, it will run smoothly for seven days," explained Mr. Hadi while handing over some notes and receipts.

"Thank God, Had. Thank you for helping me so much during this time" said Ms. Fatma sincerely.

"No problem, Ms. Fatma. It's my duty to look after and help the family of the late Abah Haikal as best I can."

"Oh yes, Had. Please ask Rahmat, later his friends Amar who will be present at home there are how many people, make sure Sari prepares the dish enough. Neighbor... Is there anything to invite?" continued Ms. Fatma.

"Neighbors of one block are not Muslims, ma'am. Yesterday I also reported to the complex manager."

"For what pavilion? Uda's done the renovation?"

"God willing today is done, Mom. Just paint the outdoor part again. tomorrow is ready to habitation," replied Mr. Hadi straightforwardly while filing his two thumbs.

"Quick also work, pinter Arief find a handyman. Tell Arief to give additional bonuses later," said Ms. Fatma while tidying up the bag containing her dirty clothes and then extending the bag to Mr. Hadi.

"Yes already...then you go home first, rest..it is like a panda buluk tuh face," said Ms. Fatma because she saw Mr. Hadi looks very sleepy, "I'm gonna go in see Yuana first."

After Ms. Fatma was seen entering the Lavender room, Mr. Hadi left to go home. One day he woke up, making his body feel like floating. True what his master said earlier, he must immediately rest. Because later in the afternoon, he also still has to prepare a place for tahlilan event attended by friends of alumni of the deceased Amar hut, namely the study of Yaasin and tahlil readings whose rewards are intended for the deceased.

"How about, Nak Yuana? Already eaten?" tanya Fatma said hello to Yuana who just came out of the toilet and was tidying up her hijab, "still dizzy?" the question continued while grabbing the support pole of the infusion bottle held by Yuana.

"Alhamdulillah, you're not dizzy anymore, ma'am. Perhaps due to the eve of menstruation. and unpreparedness... Yuana.. hiks... hiks..."

"Ssssh... who is patient yes, son. try to be sincere, so that your husband can be calm in the grave," comfort Fatma while embracing Yuana's shoulder and leading her to sit on the edge of the gurney. Hugging the body of her new daughter, a slightly shaking body held back tears.

"I'm sorry... Ms. Fatma.pardon Yuana has been too much trouble for Mom. Yuana wants to ask for help once again to the family of Ms. Fatma, maybe I will trouble Mom until the iddah period is over. After that, Yuana promised not to trouble Ms. Fatma anymore."

"Sonly Nak Yuana has a plan in the future how?" ask Ms. Fatma gently.

"Emmm... Yu... Yuana... emmm.. may return to Bu Martha's contract, because actually he did not know what would happen to his life later. Just go back to the contract and try to send the bag designs that are on his mind.

"No! I will never allow Nak Yuana to return to the contract. Yuana's son has to stay with me."

Fatma resolutely rejected Yuana's wishes. In any case, according to him, Amar has sacrificed greatly to his family. A sacrifice that makes a Yuana a widow and Nabila an orphan. No. He will not let Yuana and Nabila live unworthy. It would be unfair if he could not repay Amar's sacrifice.

"But Ma'am... Yuana... Yuana doesn't want to owe a lifetime of debt to Ms. Fatma's family. Especially now that Ms. Fatma is in trouble with the pain of Mas Ilham, definitely need more attention and funds. Yuana did not want to add any burden to Ms. Fatma's family. Believe Mom... Yuana can definitely live well after going through this."

"Well. But. please, don't go back to the contract. Mother's heart will never be able to take off Nak Yuana and the beautiful Nabila live alone out there. Work with me, so I can calm down."

"Working for Fatma? What work, Mom?"

"Yeah.working on mom, mom's salary as it should be. Take it easy, Nak Yuana will know soon enough. There is no rejection! After seven days Amar, I'll have Arif make his cooperation deed."

Yuana was astonished to see the firmness of Fatma maam in making a decision. Various things raged in his mind, about what work would be given to him, why should there be a deed of cooperation? Does he have to stay in Fatma's house forever? Doesn't that mean it has to be a house with Inspiration, a man who isn't the mahrom? What if Annisa's sister comes back to Singapore and Fatma's mom comes along too?

Unconsciously he shook his head quickly.

'No.. no. This can lead to slander'

Just as Yuana was about to raise her concerns, a doctor accompanied by a nurse came to visit.

"How are you, Ms Yuana, Ms Fatma?" greet the doctor.

"Alhamdulillah, fine... Doctor Nyoman. Isn't that right, Yuana?" answer Fatma.

"I. YEAH... Thank God it's better, Doc," said Yuana trying to eliminate nervousness due to his concerns earlier.

"Is it still dizzy? If it's not dizzy, Ms. Yuana this afternoon can go home."

"Alhamdulillah is not dizzy anymore, Doc. just there is a little pain like cramping when walking to the bathroom just now."

"Okey. then if until noon there are no other complaints, the afternoon can be mulan. There may be more clots and pain during these two or three days, don't panic. Because it's normal after a complete abortion."

"A... abor... tus.. complete? I... am pregnant, Doc?"

Like being struck by lightning during the day, it feels disbelief, when he wants to start learning to accept loss, start learning to mengikhlaskan. Losing a baby whose presence he did not know before.

Yuana's pale face, getting pale. Eyelids that are puffy and leave the rest of the puffiness look at the doctor Nyoman in disbelief. But then he nodded and shook his head.

Where may she get pregnant, even her menstruation is also smooth, and now only late. Doesn't that fall into the normal category?

"But I'm menstruating now, Doc.. As the time goes, it's only three days late" Yuana argued.

"As per my estimate, the gestational age is five weeks. Unfortunately the placenta does not develop properly and eventually the fetus decays by itself."

The placenta forms and develops where the fertilized egg attaches to the uterine wall. This is around the beginning of the fourth week of pregnancy. In addition to supplying oxygen, carbon dioxide wasters, and providing nutrients to the fetus, the placenta also plays an important role in removing waste from fetal blood. So when it turns out the placenta is not formed and developed perfectly, then the growth and development of the fetus must be disrupted.

While what happens to Yuana is that the placenta is disrupted from the beginning of its formation, the main triggers are stress, fatigue and anemia.

How not, the fourth week of her pregnancy means right with the news of the accident that befell Amar, her husband, is very possible for her to experience pregnancy disorders. And in the end, exactly the fifth week of her pregnancy, the fetus was shed, miscarried.

"Much rest, no stress. And.. this please take the recipe.keep the nutrition so that recovery can be fast. Two more weeks of control... Excuse me first." doctor Nyoman's message before he has to go to visit the doctor to his other patients.

"Well Doc. thank you."

Slowly Yuana rubbed her stomach, closed her eyes and closed her lips. He looked down deeper and then cried. Ms. Fatma also tightened and put Yuana in her arms.

"I'm sorry... Yuana wants to sleep, ma'am." she said after she got tired of crying. His head feels very heavy, maybe with a short sleep can restore his condition.

"All right, son, take a break. I'll just see Ilham first yes, then let Annisa come here and you can go home together," Fatma ma'am helped lay Yuana out of her arms and then covered her legs to her waist. After that he went out of the room to the ICU room where Ilham is currently.

**

"Mothers alike buya yaa...tok has not been home from temalen?" muttered Nabila on the Barbie doll he was playing. Barbie doll bought when he and Azyan were invited to the mall the other day by aunt Ica, Annisa, her mother Azyan.

Although Nabila's murmur was not intended for him, it was heard by Azyan's ears. Azyan, who sits not far from Nabila, is playing sliter games, worm-eating games in his gadget in the form of a tablet ten inch birthday gift from opah, papi Zein's father three months ago.

"Mother Bella will be sick again. If Bella's father is dead, you can't go home anymore" said Azyan while closing the game because his hero worm died because it hit the body of another worm.

"Buya tetindalan where... tok can not go home laadi? When tan taaaneen," Nabila's round eyes flickered as the truss turned into a mute.

"Word mami, Bela's father's good charity record is full. If you go to heaven, you can't go back."

"Sulda? What's silda?"

"Heaven is a place for those who love God. Buwaguuus buwangeeeet. My mother said, all the good people will gather in heaven. Maa. kaa... Bela must be a good son. let good charity many. If you do not have a good charity record, you will not be able to go to heaven, you can not meet your father," Azyan explained with a serious expression but it looks adorable for the size of a child his age.

Rima who sat on the sofa while cradling Norish to the point of having to hold back a laugh listened to Azyan give advice to Nabila. While Nabila only mangosteen until his curly hair looks swaying.

"Assalamu'alaikum.." The greeting suddenly made the three turn to the side door.

Nabila just ran straight towards the greeting.

"Mother..."

Yuanapun kneeled to welcome his baby. Enclosed tiny body Nabila, hugged tightly as if reluctant to be released. Then inhaled deeply the aroma of baby shampoo, the aroma is really soothing, especially if it comes from the hair of his own child.

Although during the trip from the hospital earlier, Yuana had tried to set her heart to be strong and not cry in front of Nabila, but when in this position, as hard as she tried to be strong, she tried to be strong, tears still escaped flowing down his cheeks even without crying.

'My dear child, you are the only child, your mother's treasure now. Really... mother does not know...is the mother later able to take good care of you, son? O Allah, give your servant strength, O Allah. O Allah. I must be strong.'

Annisa and Zein who had just entered were stunned by the sight of the mother and child, as well as Rima and Azyan. Unknowingly, they shed tears.

"Mother dali antelin buya te silda huh?" nabila's cute voice resuscitates everyone.

Annisa and Zein who were glued to the side door immediately entered and went straight up to the second floor, followed by Azyan who was running around behind them.

"Yes.yes, honey. Mommy runs out of buying, buya.buya can't come home, darling. Pardon the buya.yeah, dear," replied Yuana with a tight hug to her daughter.

"When you know, Mother... If dadi dadi a good child bial later can enter the same silda buya. Bunda juda. bial later equally ladi there."

"Yes, honey. If it is a good mother's child, a pinter's child, a sholihah's child."

"Mothers cry ladi yes," said Nabila while holding a wet niqob that covered his mother's cheek.

"Yes, my dear. Mother will not cry anymore. Come on. now Nabila take a bath first yes, now it has entered ashar right."

Nabila's existence on his side was one source of strength that he was unaware of. The sadness and helplessness of losing the Amar figure he felt every time he himself, seemed to fade when he was with Nabila. His soul that felt empty, became cool when mingling with his baby.

Qurrota A'yun.

In accordance with prayer, which he always tucked in a long prayer five times, even in prayer one third of the night.

"Robbanaa hab lanaa min azwaajinaa wa dzurriyyaatinaa qurrota a'yun, waj'alnaa lilmuttaqiinaa imaamaa"

O our Robb, give us and our descendants and our wives our eyes. Let us also be priests to those who fear Allah (QS Al Furqon: 74)