Love In Pesantren's

Kholisoh Zamima's

Nimas wakes up from his sleep, and a new wall clock shows him at 11 p.m. He woke up with pain in his stomach, he went to the bathroom.

So long in the bathroom there is no change, the stomach even more pain.

Trying to put his body back on the bed. Still, his stomach wrapped around it doesn't taste good.

Tell the people dong Nim.

Grimacing the pain Nimas was doing. He did not want to bother the people in the house so decided to hold it alone.

But he did send a message to Ustadz Zam.

"A, my stomach hurts."

That's the only thing?

By the way, you sneak over here. Ah Nimas mah's.

It lasted an hour and two hours, but Nimas could not hold it back and gave up.

He walked to his mother's room.

"Yes, ibuuu..."

There were about four times when Nimas called his parents.

The mother opened the door and saw Nimas holding his stomach.

"Dec, why the deck?"

"My stomach hurts mum."

Nimas lirih.

"Yes, I'm awake. It looks like Nimas is about to give birth."

Mom suddenly panicked, oh ma'am calm buu. The author followed up nervous gurgling.

The father jumped and approached.

"So long ago I asked Gazani for help."

Dad walked quickly out to Gazani's house which was next door.

Nimas had been sitting on a chair now with his mother who was trying to calm him down. The father appeared with Gazani from the entrance.

"Let's deck us out to the midwife."

Dad and Gazani ride Nimas to a motorbike parked in front of the house.

"Dad, is there anything on the bike?"

Mother huffed herself.

"Today Sari was riding the bike."

Nimas was taken to a nearby midwife by his father and Gazani.

Passing the winding and uneven road made Nimas more grimacing. Fortunately, the father behind him kept on holding on tightly.

Riding a motorbike three?

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While Ustadz Zamzam has since woke up feeling uneasy. Finally he chose to pray and recite, a little relieved but still he felt bad taste.

While waiting for dawn, the Ustadz took his cell phone. He opened one notification at a time and he opened a message from Nimas.

Didn't think long the Ustadz immediately called Nimas number.

Long time no answer, until many times, then when the fifth call there is a reason.

Wait, this isn't Nimas.

"Assalamualaikum nak Zam, Nimas wants to give birth to son. Now that Dad and Gazani are being taken to the midwife, I'm going to follow this too."

Suddenly the Ustadz suddenly trembled his body tensed up instantly.

"Waalaikumussalam, well ma'am I'll be there soon."

Then the Ustadz turned off his call and hurriedly snatched his car keys.

After reaching the porch of his house, he returned again to wear pants because it turns out he only realized to wear only a sarong.

Ckck's there, freaking out, too.

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Nimas continues to grimace in the delivery room at a midwife practice clinic.

Mother who had come to the clinic hurriedly accompanied.

"Mom, A Zam."

Nimas asked her husband.

"Yet, your husband knew he was on the way here."

Mother calms the restless Nimas withstanding pain and sweat pouring out like water.

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It was 11 noon, this time Nimas was already very tired from the pain. Although he did not show that he was in pain but the sweat that poured out nonstop even a bite on his lips showed that he was in pain. Now Nimas was struggling and began to adjust his breath according to the direction of the midwife.

The struggle felt so long, Nimas' mother was very anxious this time. Another case with Nimas who looks calm even though sometimes grimacing.

In the mind Nimas continues to say prayers and dhikr, so that the process of giving birth goes smoothly.

Midwife rested for a while while shaking.

"It looks like this should be in Bu's induction."

"But we try again."

His midwife hasn't turned out.

At that moment the door of the room was open, there the Ustadz was talking while greeting immediately then ran to his bedridden wife who was struggling between life and death.

Ustadz Zamzam held Nimas' hand to drain the new force, then kissed his crown while reciting a prayer.

A smile rises on Nimas' lips,

One push from Nimas and finally.

Oeeeeek...

The baby's cry echoed in the room.

"Alhamdulillah."

Relief also rang.

Waiting for his father. Huh.

"His baby is a girl, please treat her, sir !!"

The Ustadz chastised the baby with a trembling voice. Nimas smiled at the scene, happy of course.

You can dong she's proud now.

Everyone seems happy there.

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Nimas is now allowed to go home. Ustadz Zam carried his wife in the car while the baby was carried by the mother.

Arriving at home, his mother Ustadz Zam greeted them with Sari and Gazani.

What a joyful mother's house tonight. The cries of two babies who are interconnected add to the crowded atmosphere.

Yes, Sari stayed there.

"Zam, whose name is this mother's grandson?"

Ustadz Zamzam's mother was curious apparently, uh the author is also haha.

Ustadz Zamzam smiled looking at Nimas at a glance who was also looking at him.

Nimas was curious apparently, because she had never discussed the matter of name with her husband.

"Kholisoh Zamima, inshaalloh be the son of sholehah."

There was a proud look present in Nimas' eyes when he heard the husband give the name to the baby.

Beautiful name KHOLISOH ZAMIMA.

"Ooo deck Mima yaa, yes. Lutunaa."

Ustadz Zam's mother said it resembled a child.

Make everything in the house laugh.

It's true, Ustadz's mother is not abis.

In the midst of the laughter, Ustadz Zamzam glanced to the side where Nimas was and was smiling at the behavior of his father-in-law.

His hands stretched out to fix the veil of the wife, momentarily clashing. The Ustadz smiled as he stroked Nimas' cheek.

"Thank you."

He whispered a little.

Nimas nodded accompanied by a smile that only he gave to the husband.

"Wal.. !! Can't look at it first.. Zam moved Zam."

Gazani ruined the moment of the husband and wife's martyrdom. Then shift Ustadz Zamzam away.

"Abang, what the hell!"

Nimas protests because Gazani drove Ustadz Zamzam away.

"Dengerin yaa dek, you do not hold the same husband first. There will be a passing shethan."

"Yes, the syetan brother. I also know times bang, but this is a lot of people."

Nimas showed his lips because of his brother.

"I can't do it !"

Ustadz Zamzam just smiled as he shook his head to see the behavior of the brothers.

"Udah brother ah, gangguin adek mulu."

Nimas' mother broke up.

"So, ma'am, why am I a syetan."

Everyone is laughing again.

Wait, how many years do they have?

The vice was exactly sister's sister's ten-year-old brother wkwk.

But that's one form of love, maybe its delivery is like that.

Congratulations on the birth of the beautiful daughter of Nimas and Ustadz Zamzam.