Love In Pesantren's

Zamima and Khalila

Two years passed, the actors of life played their part on the instructions of the Creator. Nothing happens unless all the will and intervention of God is likened to a mastermind playing all the characters.

During these two years Zamima grew up to be a beautiful and sweet child. Khalila is no less charming than her sister, Khalila is like a living doll that makes everyone anxious to see her.

Two beautiful angels beloved Ustadz Zamzam was growing cheerfully.

One day at the residence of Ustadz Zamzam, the new Nimas realized that the period of his coming moon had passed by its own termangu in the central room. While his children sleep in their naps.

The knocking of the door did not shake his daydream. Nimas fluttered in silence even though the knocker of the door had entered and opened the door.

Saying hello, someone who turned out to be her husband gasped to find Nimas there but was silent like a statue.

"Accoland ...."

This time Ustadz Zamzam said his greetings to Nimas' ears.

The shocked Nimas unintentionally pulled out the usual style he used in the kitchen.

Nimas touches her husband's face at the speed of a badminton athlete performing a hard smash.

Ustadz Zamzam complained of the pain of rubbing his cheeks that felt spicy got a sudden attack.

"Eh Aa, sorry ...." Nimas was as surprised as the rapid movement of rubbing the cheek of the husband.

"Neng again daydreams so Jacky Chan huh?" ask Ustadz Zamzam.

Nimas did not answer her husband's jokes, seeing her husband's face suddenly the mood of a Nimas changed drastically.

"It stinks huh. Shower there!"

The Ustadz who was originally going to sit next to his wife with a little annoyance smelled his whole body and also his clothes.

"It doesn't smell." The Ustadz escaped sitting near Nimas. But the unexpected happened, Nimas closed his nose and stayed away from her husband.

"Wake first! I'll talk later."

The Ustadz resigned and passed to the bathroom. "Bikinin coffee yes Neng!" Although upset the Ustadz gave orders to Nimas with gentleness.

Maybe Ustadz Zamzam was afraid of being exposed to the style issued by Nimas earlier.

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After taking a bath, Nimas invited her husband to sit on the dining table chair. They were facing each other like they were going to fight chess.

"What's the matter Neng? From me home the romances are important." asked Ustadz Zamzam.

Nimas crossed his chest and looked at his husband.

"I'm late."

Ustadz Zamzam nodded as if understanding but then his eyes stopped right in the eyes of the wife then looked at Nimas' stomach.

"Th-you mean? Neng like this?" The Ustadz moves his hands in a semicircle right on his stomach.

Nimas threw his face away, somehow seeing the husband acting stupid even making himself sick.

"So, really Neng?"

Nimas was eager to punch her husband in the face when Ustadz Zamzam was under her. Holding Nimas' hand tightly, occasionally rubbing it against the nose that had been a flower waiting for a statement from Nimas.

"It's not a sure thing A, but it looks like it is."

A smile appeared on the face of the man who had thin feathers around his lips.

"Amin, hopefully Neng. Later that night I bought the test kit for sure. That's Abis we go to Doctor ya Neng."

Plans without Nimas' consent were devised by the Ustadz.

Nimas resignedly followed the wishes of the husband, nodding in agreement.

The Ustadz stood up and helped Nimas to his feet, holding him lovingly. The journey of the household ark that is not difficult and overshadowed by insensitivity, in fact, is able to produce harmony created on the fruit of patience.

"But A ...."

Nimas's voice made the Ustadz take off his arms, staring at the wife's gloomy face.

"I'm ashamed .. what will people say about us? He thinks we like making kids."

The Ustadz could not help but laugh when he heard the plain words coming out of his wife's mouth.

Nimas was being played by her husband.

The Ustadz was quick to anticipate the disaster of war early by re-embracing his wife.

"Do not hear what people say dear .. anyway we who walk, we are educated, we who live. Let people say what, but what people say there really is too. I make kids."

Nimas glared at her husband's words let alone his last sentence. Therefore Nimas again issued a style, this time the style he wore was a tiger shredding style. The Ustadz again complained this time louder, the Ustadz rubbed his shoulder that hurt while smiling bitterly.

"Waduh ... pregnant which now seems like Aa should be more careful" he said.

While Nimas passed into the room because he heard the voice of Khalila who called him. But in the heart grumbling ceaselessly, for some reason resentment always peaks when facing her husband.

You perverted Ustadz! People outside do not know his behavior at home.

After entering the room, Nimas took a stand.

"I sin ..." he said softly.

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In the evening when the gecko's voice was unpretentious, Nimas waited for her husband to come home from the pharmacy. As planned Ustadz Zamzam will buy a pregnancy test kit.

Nimas waited while reading a storybook to the firstborn. Zamima loved the stories his mother read.

Zamima sleeps on his mother's lap, when night falls his mother will belong only to him. Zamima succumbed if Khalila was still awake but when Khalila was asleep, the mother's arms were always hunted for warmth.

This time Nimas recited the story of Prophet Ilyas to Zamima.

"Prophet Ilyas was the fourth prophet of Aaron. The prophet Ilyas was sent by Allah in Baalbek area, the name of the city is taken from the name Baal which is the name of the god worshiped at that time."

"Loh Ma'am, don't you worship anything but Allah?" The plain question from Zamima made Nimas pause his reading.

"Of course, do not be affectionate, for that Prophet Ilyas was sent there to invite his people to worship only to Allah."

Zamima nodded as if understanding.

Not yet Nimas continued the story, Ustadz Zamzam came with a small box containing martabak and a plastic bag that Nimas believed contained a pregnancy test kit.

Zamima jumps to greet his father, hunting for food in his father's hands. The Ustadz sat down and took Zamima and opened the package he was carrying.

"Neng sing dong!" the Ustadz Zamzam.

Eh?

Nimas was astonished by her husband's happy behavior.

"Well, I don't want to sing Mim. We sing yuk!" The Ustadz seduced Nimas and kicked with the boy who was dancing before the song began.

"Should Neng sing gini, brother bring what? Later Aa replied, Brother bring a package." said the Ustadz.

Dihs.

Nimas rolled her eyes out of breath with the behavior of her husband that only she knew.

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