I'm taking you off, Mas!

Self Muhasabah

The day passed so quickly. Shafa is getting more confident with his new appearance. The decision to wear the hijab became the choice of the woman. His daily activities are going well. The self-mutilation that he did slowly made Syafa more maintain his attitude, especially to the opposite sex.

Many approached the young widow. But, Shafa chose to shut himself down. Syafa is still traumatized in marriage. He was afraid of stepping wrong again. His heart and soul began to settle down after his divorce four months ago with Afkar. Shafa is trying to rise from his past.

That afternoon Syafa had just finished following a routine study around his housing complex.

“Nak, Syafa,” call Ustadjah Wati after Syafa disbanded from routine studies which are his routine activities at this time.

“Ya, Bu Ustadjah,” said Syafa who stopped his steps with Bi Tum. The faithful old woman accompanied Syafa.

“Do you guys want to direct a locksmith?” tanya Ustadjah Wati's.

Syafa turned a glance at Bi Tum then looked back at Ustadjah Wati. “It looks like so, Ustadjah. Why?” Shafa asked back.

“Ah, it's okay that I wanted to chat a lot with you, Nak.”

“Is there anything important that Ustadjah wants to talk about?” ask Syafa curiously.

Ustadjah Wati reviewed the smile then gently rubbed the shoulder of Syafa who was standing nearby. “Nothing, Son. I just want to have a normal conversation. I'm happy to see your development that has changed a lot well,” he said.

“Alhamdulillah, all thanks to guidance and advice from Ustadjah Wati and Bi Tum who never tired of guiding me.”

“Hopefully the future will be better. I do’akan you get a husband who is able to guide you better than now,” continued Ustadjah Wati.

“Aamiin,” replied Syafa and Bi Tuk compact.

“Thanks for do’ya Ustadjah,” Syafa continued. “Sorry once, Me and Bi Tum should be home soon. Bi Tum said his head was a little dizzy. So we have to go home soon.”

“Bi Tum hurts?” ustadjah Wati asked the old woman standing next to him. Syafa quickly embraced Bi Tum's arm. He was worried about the old woman.

“Slight, Ustadjah. Ordinary age factor so often sickly like this,” said Bi Tum.

“What is still strong walking to home?” ask Ustadjah.

“InsyaAllah is still strong,” says Bi Tum. “We excuse Ustadjah, Assalamualaikum,” Bi Tum said. Syafa also joined the greeting while bowing politely to Ustadjah Wati.

“Be careful, Syafa.”

“Iya, Ustadjah.”

They also separated. Ustadjah wati stared at the departure of Syafa and Bi Tum with a hint of regret. She did not know where to talk about her husband Ustad Ammar's request. Her husband was a teacher at a boarding school outside the city. He often went back to Jakarta for the sake of his religious shiar. Ustad Ammar is looking for a woman who is willing to’aruf with her friend. And the requirement is to want to get married immediately when the word agrees from both parties agree even though they have not met. Good intentions for long worship should not be delayed.

“Aduh, how do I talk to Syafa huh? Does he want me to offer an arranged marriage to Abi's friend? The request of his friend Abi anyhow strange, ta’aruf must also be met first to give a decision. But this doesn't even want to meet. There will be regret after marriage. Maybe tomorrow I will visit his house to be more comfortable speaking ta’aruf this,” said Ustadjah Wati then passed from the ta’lim Mosque.

Different from the activities of Shafa in Indonesia. Yara activities that are far abroad are exciting. Yara's pregnancy is getting bigger and is now past eight months of gestation. Moving is getting more successful. Yara and Dhiya were busy undressing the baby clothes they had just bought at a shopping mall in the city of Zurich. The gender of the fetus that Yara was born with was already visible.

“Mother, Why must clothes adek directly wash?” dhiya asked as she helped Yara put the recently purchased clothes into the basket.

“So that the baby is born his clothes are clean. Can stay directly use,” said Yara.

“Not from the store is also clean yes, Bun,” continued Dhiya.

“Dirty, but invisible. This shirt is stored in the warehouse and kept in the pack. It was opened again for display in the kayak shop earlier. So it's dirty, honey. Can make baby adek itch later.

Dhiya just nodded listening to the explanation from Yara.

“Oh, so yes,” sahut Dhiya then refocus help Yara.

“Honey, Why are the baby blankets blue and red all?” ask Yara to Dhiya.

“My sister ‘kan blokes, Mommy. The color is appropriate for Dede baby later,” said Dhiya.

Yara could only shake her head in response. Then continue the activity of putting the clothes they buy into the dirty clothes basket. Yara deliberately wanted to wash the baby's clothes and supplies first. To be safe for the baby later.

Czechs ....

Erza who had just come directly walked over to the two women she loved.

“Siang, Darling. What are you doing, so exciting as it is?” erza asked as she gently kissed Yara's head.

“The same clothes baby boy equipment must be washed first, Mas. So when he's born. The clothes he wears are clean,” Yara said. The woman stopped the activity and then got up from her seat. Want to serve Erza who is known only to go home to rest.

“I prepared lunch for you yes,” said Yara and prevented by Erza.

“No need, Honey. I ate before I went home,” prevent Erza.

“Sorry, yes, Mas. I rarely cook lately,” said Yara.

“Let me cook, Pah,” continued Dhiya.

“Indeed this one papa princess can already cook?” ask Erza.

“Already, cook eggs and hot water anyway,” sahut dhuya.

Erza and Yara chuckled at him. Erza sat right beside Yara. The man who was about to become a father wanted to talk to Yara but she hesitated. Erza's doubts could be read by Yara.

Instantly Yara stopped her movements. “Why, Mas?” ask Yara. “There's something to talk about?” continued Yara.

Erza nodded slowly then turned to look at Dhiya who was still loyal to help . Seeing that Yara understood and understood that Erza just wanted to talk if Dhiya had gone from before them.

“Kak, mother can ask for help, Nak,” pinta Yara.

“What Bun?” ask Dhiya.

“Please get me a drink! Mother's throat feels dry,” said Yara.

“Siap, Mother. Papa wants Dhiya to get you a drink?” ask Dhiya.

“Seek for coffee, son. But tell aunt to make it. Not you, remember!” Erza gave an ultimatum.

“Ready deh.” He passed from before Yara and Erza.

“What's up?” ask stale, Yara immediately spoke up.

Erza breathed a heavy sigh. “I hope to go along during the inauguration of the self-service that has not been opened for long.”

“Ya just go, Mas,” says Yara.

“I'm lazy to meet Andrea, darling. You know for yourself even though I have not intervened directly but the woman always tried to approach me,” said Erza lazy.

"Just go, Mas. after this we and the woman will automatically not meet again. Your project is done" continued Yara.

"Yes, too, but it feels lazy to leave. Moreover, you are not coming."

"Do I want to be with you?" ask Yara.

"No .. No, you're pregnant like this. I don't want you to be exhausted. Okay I'll go but after the inauguration is over. I'm going straight home." Erza finally made her decision.

Yara smiled in response.

The couple did not know that someone was planning something bad for them.

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To be continued