Love In Pesantren's

Sunblind

Sixty days is the age of Zamima, my son. The Zamima present between us strengthened this bond. A bond I never really dreamed of.

Zamima dear, thank you for choosing us to be your parents.

"In view of Mimima, it's like his father."

Isshh A Zam is a nuisance, I don't know if I'm looking at Mima who is really sleeping.

What did he say, like his father?

Ah but yes indeed, Mima looks a lot like A Zam. Fair not really, I am pregnant I was born, eh pas born like his father all.

Ckcc.

We have returned to our home after the drama has passed.

From the start of my mother who forced me to stay, until my in-laws took part in interesting so that I could stay with him.

They love my son very much.

Ahhh so much happiness since the presence of Mima.

"Neng, daydream."

Again this man bothers me, uh he's my husband hihi.

"No, who said."

Act like me.

"Here, let Mimanya I sleep first."

A Zam took Mima who had been in my lap since.

"Want to eat?"

Shortly after A Zam returned to the living room.

Since morning I was busy alone with Mima, until my baby was a little neglected.

"So it's breakfast, neng who hasn't."

A Zam covered into the kitchen carrying a plate of rice.

Like there was a load on my body so lazy I got out of this chair.

"Neng eat first !!"

A Zam sat next to me.

When I was about to take the plate, A Zam kept it away with a smile.

"Let me bribe you."

Aihhh such a simple sentence was able to make me overwhelmed. Ah I'm so lazy.

Feed by mouth feels good, really your hands are magical A.

My food doesn't feel like it's finished on the plate.

After I finished eating, I still hadn't left. All I did was read a book, which I realized was on the table.

"Mima is still bobo."

A Zam was suddenly next to me again.

He must have been looking for Mima first.

A Zam grabbed my body without a stale ado.

I read this again.

"Ih Aa."

Sounds spoiled maybe.

"I miss neng."

A Zam hugged me tightly, I took off the book I was holding and returned his embrace.

Understandably yaaa time at home mom, it's a bang Gazani never let us close even though semetre. Uh.

A moment later A Zam took off his embrace. Don't call it A, I'm ashamed haha.

"It's my feeling, or it's true that it's more beautiful after giving birth."

Aissshh anyone help me.

Shit away, embarrassed to feel.

Your hand Aa.

His hands cupped my face, forced me to look at his face.

Aih it's like being caught wet looking at someone uh that person didn't accidentally see us. Uh so shameful.

"I love you neng."

Kok A Zam can now be outspoken like this.

"Mima made me realize something was wrong. Thank you for being the mother of my son. Let's keep this ordeal together."

Sorry what did he say?

"Co ordeal, isn't the child a gift."

Wonder me.

Smile again.

I looked for a moment at A Zam's words. Yes, I just remembered the word of Allah in the letter Al-Anfal verse 28, which explains the treasure and children are trials. On the side of Allah is a great reward.

Aaaah sesyahdu this reminds each other in kindness, and for me you're perfect husband A.

Eh ko my tongue suddenly bule haha. Because it was bribed earlier it looks like hihi.

A moment later we approached each other again and almost something was about to happen, before knocking on the door woke us up.

Uh there's a guest, we're blingsatant to him. I was busy looking for a veil that was thrown somewhere. Duh A Zam sii play throw.

A Zam opened the door, and I came as soon as I found my veil.

For a moment we were stunned, the guest was Hannah.

We entered and now we sit together in this living room.

"I'm here to see your son. I'm sorry I didn't take a peck."

I smiled stiffly.

"Nimas, did Ustadz Zamzam tell you that I wanted to see you."

Ah yes A Zam once said, eh but what do you want to try?

"I'm here to thank you."

Thank me?

"For what?"

"Yes because of your sincerity in praying for me, I can recover and go through my difficult times by thinking of Allah glorifying his name, self-mortification. Thank you, your prayer roused me."

Suddenly Hannah hugged me. And we both cried, and we were almost pitted against by the shetan.

"Alhamdulillah if tasbih is useful."

For some reason, Hannah is now so busy in my arms.

"I'm sorry Nim, I had bad thoughts about you. I'm sorry I wanted to have your husband."

I don't think I hate him, really, my eyes are teary hearing his confession.

Is this what God calls justice?

The sound of Mima's crying broke the novelty between us.

A Zam took Mima into my lap.

"Well, his son looks like Ustadz."

No, Hannah was the one who said that.

We smile.

"Oh yeah, I brought a gift for this funny grandpa."

Hannah went out for a while to pick up the things she was carrying in her car.

Whatisthis?

All sorts of baby gear she gave as gifts.

"This hannah is overkill."

I'm not good either.

"No, I'm happy. May I carry the brood."

Hannah takes over Mima's body.

I never thought I'd be this familiar with Hannah.

If the almighty were to open the veil, anything would be revealed.

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It's been days to how many we're in this house. Guests never stop coming. Mama and Bi Haji also took the time to come here, my kindergarten students also came here, Hulliyah and santri friends also came. Even the Mts teachers were present with A Zam's students.

But the one person I didn't see, she was Sofia.

Where's Sofia?

That was the question I asked Hulliyah.

A little surprised to learn that Sofia was married a month ago. Her husband was Farrell.

Didn't tell me, why?

No one knows, but why do I feel awkward, hmm I don't know what I always pray for Sofia.

Studying at the boarding school I took the time to come, while carrying Mima I was eager to attend a lecture which of course I will meet santri friends as well., always longing to be santri I tuh, and I was always happy, aaah I can't repeat.

This time I have sat down with a congregation that is mostly mothers.

My eyes were fixed on the two people who had just arrived.

Siti and Sofia are there.

Siti, yes it's Siti she's carrying a child too. Hihi gini the fate of women when they are married.

I smiled broadly at the two friends who came up to me and sat down together.

At first glance I saw Sofia's face that looked gloomy. They can come together, yes indeed their husband's brother.

I refrained from asking them, because the studies began.