Love Children Pesantren

Humaira

Huweek.

Lina sighed riled. From the living room alone it was clear that Aisyah continued to be mutant. "Within..." Call him to Dinda who is sitting next to him.

"Yes?"

"Lo know what kind of doctor you can get here?"

"Know. His name is Doctor Shindy, he also often comes here to check the santri if someone is sick. Why Lin?"

"Eum, please call now. If I could tell you to come here today."

"Yes, if that's what I'm going to do to get a cell phone."

"You need to use my phone." Prevent Lina by reaching into her game pocket. Handing over the phone to Dinda.

Dinda immediately contacted doctor Shindy who can already be said to be familiar because it has been years he always checks santri here. So, Dinda must have memorized the number.

"Hello, Assalamualaikum."

"It's my Dinda doc."

"Eee what doctor can come here today?"

"Oh yeah, I'm no papa."

"No, no. It's just me who's sick."

"Yes ga papa doc. Yes, then, Assalamualaikum."

After receiving a greeting, Dinda turned off the phone. "Where's Din?" Tanya Lina who was responded by Dinda.

"Can't be Lin, he said today Doctor Shindy there is family business outside the city. Maybe tomorrow we'll just go home."

Lina sighed slowly. "Din, I'm going to go first. Can ya?"

"Where?"

•••••

15.55

Geck! Geck! Geck...

Aisyah got out of her bed, walked to open the door. There, Lina was already smiling. "What's Lin?"

"It's..." Lina thrust out a flat object. "Let's check the shah, who knows the positive."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Aisyah try first, who knows my guess really. I've also experienced symptoms like this first."

Aisyah was silent by looking at Lina and what the woman was thrusting alternately. Doubtfully Aisyah accepted it.

"Well, I'll go to the bathroom first."

Lina smiled with a nod. He gave Aisyah a way to get out of the room.

A few minutes later, Aisyah hesitantly waited for the results to be displayed testpack given by Lina. She was leaning against the bathroom wall, her eyes closed. Feeling the weakness that still lingered on his body.

Along with the long strands, he opened his eyes again. Raising his right hand, his eyes looked at the flat object. And the results shown, two red lines. Positively.

Aisyah's hand suddenly shook, her weakness disappeared somewhere now. His left hand held tightly to the side of the bathtub. "Oh God..."

Somehow he expressed this happiness, but his tears had already flowed.

Chequek...

Aisyah opened the bathroom door, slowly coming out. Remove the tears, then walk towards the room. In the doorway, there was still Lina waiting. "Aisha, how?" Tanya Lina was enthusiastic.

"Positive."

Lina's mouth opened gaping, her eyes round sparkling. "Well....!!" Reflexes she immediately hugged her best friend. "Yes Allah Shah, follow the art. Aaa, don't know why I want to cry knowing you're pregnant."

"Thank you Lin, thank you..." Lirih Aisyah who replied to Lina's response.

In a moment, they broke out hugs at each other. "Congratulations.now you rest the Shah."

Aisyah nodded. "Thank you Lin."

"Yes, you have a lot of thanks. I just want proof that I really don't."

"Ehm, what's the conjecture?"

They gasped in shock at the heavy voice that arrived suddenly sounded. The two stared at each other looking at Fariz who was coming. The man had just returned from the mosque.

Lina smiled. He looked at Aisyah, then glanced at Fariz. Gesticulating so that his friend quickly gave the happy news.

"Yes, Aisha Fariz. Lina go first." Pamit Lina then went into her own room.

Aisyah's right hand was tucked behind her body, hiding her testpack.

"Why are you smiling at that smile? Are you healed hm?" Ask Fariz.

"I don't know, Ayesha is healthy again." Reply Aisyah then went into the room, sitting casually on the bed.

Follow Fariz who went inside and closed the door. He let go of the peci tucked in his head. He sat his body facing his wife.

"Yes..."

"Why?"

"Aisha was a test."

"Hm? What tests? Graduation tests?" Fariz asked with a frown.

"No. Aisyah was using a testpack."

"What makes people pregnant?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Continue?" Fariz looked seriously at his wife, but the one in the face looked down deeply. They were silent to each other, creating an atmosphere of silence.

Fariz moved his seat closer to Aisyah, holding his wife's left hand. "Udah ga papa, next time try again. Maybe not yet his recovery." Fariz's speech made Aisyah look up.

"Aisha didn't say what was lhoh mas?!" Aisyah began to take out her right hand which had been stored behind her body.

"This is the result."

Fariz was speechless nailing, his gaze long looking towards that flat object. "Line two, that means positive pregnancy, right, baby?" Ask carefully.

Aisyah nodded with a sweet smile. "Yes." Yeah."

"That means you..pregnant?"

Again Aisyah nodded in confirming.

"God, dear." Fariz quickly pulled Aisyah's plan into her deck. His wide hands hugged Aisyah meaningfully, in a tight embrace full of love. His eyes were closed, sobs could not be contained let alone held for now.

While Aisyah, with a smile her hand stroked Fariz's wide back. "Honey....Oh God..." Fariz let go of his embrace.

Both hands cupped Aisyah's cheeks, her thumbs removing the clear tears that came out gently from his wife's eyes. "Thank you, baby..." He said softly by staring fixed dark brown eyeballs belonging to Aisyah.

"Yes. Allah is Good."

Fariz nodded in agreement to his wife's words.

His body is getting closer. The hand that had been holding the cheek of the wife, now changed to hold the hand of Aisyah. "You know, if you're pregnant, what's the sign?" Ask Fariz.

"The sign is that God has given us trust to care for a child."

"Your answer is not wrong, but that's not what you mean."

Aisyah. "Continue?"

"Take another guess."

"If Aisyah is pregnant, the sign is that we will become parents. Aye?"

Fariz. "Not wrong, but guess what else."

"If Aisha is pregnant, her sign..." Aisha thought silently. "Show we're getting older."

Fariz shook his head again. "We're young, baby." Rebuttals. "Try, think again."

"Don't know, what's the sign?" Aisyah asked which made Fariz smile mysteriously. "This is the whiskey."

Aisha pressed her head forward, as did Fariz. He began to draw his face closer to Aisyah's ears, whispering the answer in his intent.

"If you're pregnant, that's a sign that our durian has succeeded." Fariz's whisper made Aisyah speechless in embarrassment.

By reflex she hit her husband's arm. "Yes, shame..why should that be the answer?"

Fariz chuckled, especially when he saw Aisyah's cheeks that were immediately flushed. His wife never changed. Shy-tempered.

"Yes, but it's really a mas too. If we don't cut durian, Aisyah can't be pregnant, right?" Aisha, Fariz chuckled again. "How many kids do you want?"

"Emmm... Five can be. Let's roll."

"But it's pretty much a mas if it's five."

"Ga papa, the child will bring blessings. But if Allah had given him ten, he would have no papa."

Aisyah glares. "Yes, don't be a mas! Horrified that his son is ten. It hurts..."

"Ga papa darling. Older parents were also many children. Tuh, his brother mama there are twelve."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. Eat it we should often make efforts to make.minimal twice a week. How's it?" Fariz asked by playing both of his eyebrows.

Aisyah shook her head in horror. "Don't mas, don't go dry. Sick tau."

Fariz laughed again. "Do you want to crave what, baby?"

"If you don't want anything anymore."

"But you wanted to eat mango mateng. So then? If you still want, then buy it."

"No mas. I don't want it now."

"Oh, yeah that's it."

•••••

21.05

Ilham opened the door, his net caught the figure of Dinda sitting straight, leaning with her eyes closed. "Sir..."

Hearing the sound of the call, Dinda heavily opened her eyes. Glanced at Ilham who walked and sat before him. "Where?" Ask Inspiration. Before the Maghrib, Dinda complained about her dizzy head.

Dinda held her back head. His head slightly advanced, releasing from the backrest. "It's even more dizzy." Answer irent. I don't know why you can get dizzy suddenly. His head felt so heavy, and each side felt a twitch.

Inspiration touched his wife's forehead. "Body you're anget. Did you eat deck?"

"Not yet."

"Oh my God, sorry deck. Take it first." The words of the Inspiration that quickly went and went out to get food. Dinda wanted to eat, but her head was dizzy and heavy like telling her to stay still and rest. While Ilham had just entered the room after taking care of this it was about santri.

Soon Ilham came with a tray filled with dishes, a glass of water and medicine. He sat back as before, in front of his wife. His hands began to scoop up the white rice, green vegetables and side dishes.

"Bismillah..." He muttered and fed Dinda slowly and carefully.

During the meal no one spoke, only the sound of the twang of the spoon dominating the atmosphere between them. After the meal, Ilham gave Dinda a glass of water. "Drink the medicine on deck." Said Ilham who was nodded slowly by his wife.

Dinda's hand reached out to take the medicine and then drank it. Added with a few sips of water after the medicine was completely swallowed from his mouth. The hand of Inspiration gently rubbed Dinda's hand. "Still dizzy with his head?" Soft question.

"Yes." Yeah."

"You want his head?"

Dinda speechless. "May, but use olive oil. It's on Dinda's dresser."

Ilham nodded while smiling. She stepped towards the dresser, researching the thing she thought was olive oil. After meeting, Ilham approached again. He helps Dinda to move her body a few centi from where she is leaning, while Ilham starts to sit behind Dinda.

"Sorry deck, the hijab is off first." He said by helping to remove the hijab. After being completely detached, Dinda took off her hairband while Ilham unscrewed the bottle and started pouring a few drops of olive oil into her palm. His hands began to tenaciously massage Dinda's head gently.

Dinda closed her eyes, feeling every massage that landed on her head lovingly from Inspiration. While massaging Dinda's head, Ilham continued to chant sholawat with a recitation. At least it will make his wife's heart become calmer.

Couple minutes...

"Where's deck?"

"Alhamdulillah mas, this is light. But it's still dizzy." Dinda answered by touching her forehead.

"Yes rest, if tomorrow has not healed later to the doctor."

"In Shay Allah be healed." Reply Dinda sure with a smile.

"Mother." Ilham. He stepped up and put the olive oil to where it came from. When she was done, she helped Dinda to lie down to sleep.

"Sir, I want to sing for you. Want denger?" Tawar Ilham made Dinda smile enthusiastically.

"Can. Sing what mas?"

"I'm grateful you're here, love

In kalbuku

And to you I want to tell you

You're the light of heart

I used to be the most out of love

Until you show up change everything, oh

This is my promise to you" Sings Inspiration in a soft voice. The right hand gently stroked Dinda's head, and the left hand held his wife's hand.

"All life with you

My loyalty is sincere to you

Until the end of time, you are my love my love

All life with time

I am grateful for your presence

Now and forever I am yours

Yep my heart

You are the gift of the Almighty

May God bless us

My soul-boosting lover

Pray for you and me in Jannah."

Inspiration kept staring at Dinda. With an expanding smile, that gaze had such meaning that Dinda was the most precious person right now. And his heart couldn't lie, that he loved Dinda so much.

"Find strength by your side

You've been perfect my whole life, oh

This is my promise to you

All life with you

My loyalty is sincere to you

Until the end of time you are my love my love

All life with time

I am grateful for your presence

Now and forever I am yours

Namely my heart..."

They smiled at each other as Inspiration stopped her singing.

"God, good masyaa mas." Praise Dinda.

The smile of Inspiration grew wider. He kissed his wife warmly.

"Sleep on deck, rest."

"Yes, um." Answer Dinda. Again, Ilham again kissed his forehead. Then go to the bathroom to take ablution.

After that he sat on a bed with a small Quran in his hand. His eyes glanced at the glimpsed Dinda. His mouth began chanting taawudz and basmalah readings, along with his busy hand opening the early 29th juz. Reading surah Al Mulk.

Finish reading Al Mulk, in further reading the initial 10 and last 10 verses of Surah Al Kahfi. Not until there, Ilham went on to read the last three verses of Surah Al-Baqarah.

Ilham closed the Qur'an by reading the tashdiq, kissing it and then putting it in its original place. His body approached Dinda. "Well you're sleeping deck?" Ask slowly.

There was no response.

Ilham smiled, his eyes continuously observing Dinda's peaceful face. "Good night Humaira." He said by stroking Dinda's cheek.

"Hopefully get well soon."

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