Love Istiqomah

Part 37's. For the Fruit of the Heart

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Filzah and Zaura came out of the simple house that had just been occupied yesterday, more precisely after they were driven from the previous house, Azlan's family home even Azlan himself who had the heart to expel his wife and child.

"Zaura we go to school on foot is okay, baby, all morning exercise." With a genuine smile that seemed like nothing had happened, Filzah tried to give understanding to his daughter.

Unlike Filzah, Zaura actually looks lethargic and the sadness on her face can not be denied.

"Mother, Yandah why the hell throw us out, Yandah already does not love us anymore?." Zaura asked with a sullen face.

Filzah grimaced, unable to contain his sadness, but as much as possible he covered it all with a sincere smile on his face.

Filzah sat down on his knees before Zaura. "Zaura, Yandah loves us, Yandah loves Zaura."

"But why did Yandah expel us Mother?"

"Because, because it's Mother's fault, dear."

"Mother's Mistake?." Zaura did not understand.

Filzah nodded. "Dear, Mother apologizes yes, because our Mother was expelled with Yandah."

"What's wrong, Mother?" Zaura asked again with an unexpected look.

For a moment Filzah sighed. He is still trying to stay strong. Even though his heart had been crushed formless.

"Oma was admitted to the hospital because Mother, Mother had neglected to look after Oma, and now Oma is in a coma, it's all because of Mother, Mother who is wrong." Finally the tears that pooled in his eye pelupuk spill over to drip many times like the roar of heavy rain.

Slowly Zaura wiped the tears on her mother's face. Sometimes he shook his head slowly as if he did not approve of the statement of his mother.

"Mother don't cry, Mother is not wrong, Oma entered the hospital not because of Mother, but it's because it's fate Oma entered the hospital, Mother will always teach it the same Zaura."

Filzah. He didn't think his daughter would say that. Reminds him of God's decree for all the events that have happened in this world, not least with the events that happened to Hilyah.

"God, Zaura." Filzah could not resist the taste of haru so he immediately embraced his sholihah baby.

"If only Mas Azlan had also thought like Zaura, that what had happened to Mama was all the destiny of God, the decree of God." Filzah said from the bottom of his heart.

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Zaura was already standing in front of the gate of her school, beside her was her Mother who happily drove her to school this morning.

"Mother, Zaura first school yes, Mother be careful on the road, remember you know Mother in the stomach of Mother there is a sister baby Zaura."

Filzah smiled as she gently stroked her distended stomach inside which was her baby sister Zaura.

"Yes dear, in shea Allah Mother will be careful, Zaura diligent school dear, do not forget to read the prayer before studying." It was the turn of Filzah who advised his daughter in studying.

Zaura nodded obediently. Then he kissed the back of his mother's hand. And Filzah kissed his daughter's forehead. Before entering the school did not forget Zaura said greetings, and Filzah also answered his greetings while waving his hand to Zaura who had entered the school.

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Filzah's handpone vibrates. He immediately grabbed the flat object that was in his pocket. The name "Mother" appears on the phone screen.

Without waiting for a long time Filzah immediately raised his call. Uzmah is calling him.

"Hallo, assalaamu 'alaikum." Greetings Filzah opened his chat.

"Wa'alaikumus salaam, Filzah where are you Nak?" Ask Uzmah across the street.

"Filzah's in front of Zaura's school, is there Mom?"

"Filzah, thank God you are the same father now in Jakarta Nak, and we are now in Jakarta station, I asked you to please pick us up ya Nak." Said Uzmah while looking for a moment at Jasir next to him. While Jasir noticed the conditions around the station that was being crowded by visitors.

"Maa shaa Allah, now Mom and Dad are in Jakarta?, yes already then Filzah will go to the station, Mom and I wait Filzah there huh." Filzah sumringah once heard the news that his Grandmother and Grandpa Zaura had now stepped on the land of the capital, Jakarta.

After his phone connection was cut off, Filzah immediately rushed to find a public transport car to get to the city station, picking up Uzmah and Jasir who came to Jakarta without telling Filzah first.

A short time later Filzah had arrived at the city station, he got out of the public transport car carefully because he was still self-aware that he was pregnant.

Filzah's steps stopped after seeing a couple who were standing right in front of him.

"Assalaamu 'alaikum." Filzah said hello after kissing the back of Uzmah and Jasir's hands in turn.

"Wa 'alaicumus salaam, Philzah."

"Same mother you are healthy right?, maa shaa Allah the feet of the Father have been healed?, You can walk again?" Filzah observed the two legs of Jasir who had stood upright without any assistance.

Jasir smiled gratefully. "Alhamdulillah yes Filzah Father's foot has healed, and you can walk again."

"Allah, O God, Philzah is glad to hear."

"Filzah, you, you pregnant son?" Uzmah asked when she saw the changes in Filzah's body, more precisely in the part of his stomach that began to distort.

Filzah looked at his own stomach as he stroked gently with a smile that spread like a beautiful flower.

"Yes Mom, thank God that soon Mom and Dad will have more grandchildren." Filzah spoke incessantly with a smile.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm glad to hear it."

"Alhamdulillah you are also glad to hear this happy news."

Happiness is now transmitted to Jasir and Uzmah. They were enthusiastic about Filzah's second pregnancy, although it was not their grandson, but they would consider it the same as Zaura, their own grandson.

"How old are you, son?" Ask Uzmah curiously.

"Alhamdulillah it has been six months Ma'am, pray yes Ma'am may everything be smooth until the birth."

"Aamiin's." Uzmah and Jasir secured it.

"Filzah, where's Azlan your husband going?, he didn't come to pick us up?" Jasir asks where Azlan is not taking part in picking him up.

Filzah was silent for a moment. His memory recalls past events. Occasionally he is evicted by Azlan from his home. His heart is still sad when he remembers it.

Filzah also woke up. But suddenly his feelings were confused and his tears could not be contained anymore. Filzah wept before Uzmah and Jasir.

Uzmah was surprised and immediately calmed Filzah in his arms. To be honest Filzah did not want to spill his sorrow in front of Jasir and Uzmah, but somehow his tears suddenly poured out, uncontrollable. Maybe because of her pregnant condition so her mood is very sensitive.

Seeing Filzah who suddenly cried, Jasir felt guilty because indirectly he was the cause of tears Mother of his granddaughter was flowing without stopping.

"Filzah pardon you yes, I do not mean to make you like this, tell us son, what has happened?, what has Azlan done until you grieve like this."

Filzah could only shake his head slowly. He was still unable to get the words out of his mouth as grief had already taken hold of his mood.

Jasir. He no longer speaks. Uzmah also signaled to him to give time to Philzah. At least until Filzah has completely calmed down.

A few minutes later, Filzah's mood recovered. Her tears had dried up on her face. Now he sits himself in a park seat not far from the station as well as Uzmah and Jasir sitting in front of him.

"Innalillahi wainna divine roojiuun, so now Hilyah's mother is in a coma?, and now lying in the hospital?" Uzmah was shocked to hear the bad news from Filzah.

Filzah could only nod. He did not want to cry again so it would make Grandpa and Grandma Zaura worried about him.

"And because of the incident that befell Mother Hilyah, you and Zaura were expelled by Azlan, so son?" Jasir asked, sad to hear that.

Again, Filzah nodded softly. This time his tears flowed again, but as quickly as possible he wiped them off, but Jasir and Uzmah had already witnessed the shedding of his tears.

Uzmah shifted places. He approached Filzah and sat down beside him, he also gently stroked Philzah's back to calm him down. 

"Patience, son, don't think about it, you have to take care of your health, as well as the health of the baby in your womb."

"But Mom, I'm sad because when I'm pregnant like this, Mas Azlan instead stay away from me, I need Mas Azlan beside me Mom, our baby misses the soft caress of the Yandahanya."

Finally Filzah's tears came back. She could no longer bear the longing that was burning to her husband when only a few days he was not beside her husband but his longing seemed to want to kill him, even more so when she was pregnant, she was pregnant, she needs the love and attention of her husband.

"This is what is called the test of the household Son, now your household is being tested, you are patient yes, broaden your heart, in the Lord this test will soon be over." Unceasingly Uzmah reminded Filzah whom she had considered her own daughter to be patient in the face of the household test which was now upon her.

Filzah nodded. "Well God, ma'am, I will be patient for the sake of our children, for the sake of our children who are still in my womb." Filzah gently stroked his stomach lovingly.

Jasir and Uzmah smiled gratefully because Filzah was much calmer than before and was much more patient with his household exams.

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"Grandpa, Grannykk."

Zaura shouted excitedly to call her Grandpa and Grandma who were now standing in front of her with her Mother.

Filzah with Jasir and Uzmah deliberately went to Zaura's school to pick up Zaura. They can't wait to meet their beloved granddaughter whom they've always missed.

"Alhamdulillah, Zaura was happy to see Grandpa and Grandma here with Zaura, Zaura was kangen with Grandpa and Grandma." Zaura expressed her longing for Jasir and Uzmah.

"Grandpa and Grandma are also missing Zaura, Zaura is healthy right Nak?"

"Alhamdulillah Zaura is healthy Grandma, Grandma is healthy right?, Grandpa is also healthy right?" Zaura's gaze turned towards Jasir who was smiling towards her.

"Grandfather's legs are healed?, now Grandpa can walk again?" Zaura asked in amazement at the sight of Jasir standing upright.

Jasir gently stroked Zaura's head. For a long time he did not stroke his grandson's head. "Yes Zaura, Grandpa's favorite granddaughter, thank God now Grandpa can walk again, even Grandpa can carry Zaura again."

"Alhamdulillah Zaura was very happy to hear, oh yes Grandpa and Grandma will live in Jakarta with Zaura and Bunda right?, because Zaura was lonely at home just with Mommy."

Slowly Uzmah nodded, but before he and Jasir threw eyes at each other.

"Yes Zaura, in shea Allah from now on Grandpa and Grandma will live with Zaura and Mommy in Jakarta."

"Horee." Zaura cheered cheerfully even she was jumping around in excitement.

"Are you going to live in Jakarta?, and not come back to Malang?" Ask Filzah in disbelief.

Jasir smiled and said, "yes son, we will stay in Jakarta with you, we can't afford to stay far away with you, you don't mind if we stay with you?"

Filzah shook his head quickly. His face looked happy too. "I don't mind Sir, Mom, it's just that I'm so happy that you and Mom are living with us, like we used to."

"Thank God, thank you Filzah."Jasir thanked Filzah.

"Yes Filzah thank you, son." Uzmah thanks you.

Filzah. He did not like the thanks from Jasir and Uzmah.

"Mothers don't have to thank me, we're family we should have stayed together."

"Yes Mother is right, if the family should live together." Timpal Zaura approved Filzah's speech.

Jasir and Uzmah smiled gratefully because Filzah and Zaura were so happy to hear the news that they would return to live together, as they once did. For them the most precious happiness is to live with those they love.

Neither did Filzah, nor did she continue to give thanks, although she could not live with her husband at this time but at least she did not feel lonely anymore because Jasir and Uzmah would stay with her, he said, accompany her days that feel heavy because far away from the husband she loves.

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