Love Shielded Risue

the chatter above the prayer mat

The study event has been carried out, guests are present not only from mothers who usually follow the study of the assembly only. But close neighbors and close friends Ummi also invited.

The event began with sholawat together, after which it was followed by reading the letters in the Qur'an.

The mothers present were arranged in several parts. So every one long letter will be shared with several people. And those who read only get a few verses.

Sholawat and the four-monthly sashakuran letters that are read are intended for the baby in the womb of the mother to get benefits, goodness and blessings.

Time keeps rolling. Merr was grateful, the show went well. The parcels shared are also quite even more. Some are in the divide again to the close neighbors who can not come.

After everything was done, Merr went into the room. She saw her husband reading dhikr in the evening, after this ashar. He is like that. After the prayer in the mosque will then switch to home. Continuing his recitation at home.

Placed a plain, furry white carpet at the end of their room. He sat quietly, alone.

Merr approached and sat next to Habib spoiled.

He gave her space while rubbing the wife's stomach. After that, back to the pondering. Mary laid her head in the lap of her husband.

"Racid?" ask Him. Pause for a moment.

"Lumayan. I haven't done anything all day. Can't be the same Ummi."

"Why?"

"Ummi's worried, I'm a soy sauce. It will be rich yesterday he said, "he replied. Bilal smiled faintly, his lips still recollecting. But he still listened and responded to Maryam's questions occasionally.

"Today I'm happy, because there's my Koko coming." Merr smiled, while kissing Bilal's hand that was rubbing his cheek gently, where she herself heard her husband's prayer that had just arrived at the reading of Sayyidul Istighfar.

Moments like this are most comfortable for him, while the husband is reciting the evening or morning at home. He will be glued on the lap of the man. Although not talking Bilal will still pay attention to the movement of one hand either rubbed his head or cheek while his lips muttered, reading his long prayers dhikr.

Merr twisted her body, infiltrating even deeper. Then the rubles are shrunken by the husband.

"Astagfirullah, ticklish dear–" Bilal laughed and kissed Maryam's head.

"Your son wants to be spoiled with his Abin."

"MashaAllah." Bilal continued, after Maryam nodded.

The woman was silent, closing her eyes. Inhaling the scent of the husband's body that makes you feel at home. While listening to the dhikr that still sounded soft and smooth from her husband's lips. Really very soothing.

Yes, the growing love, and admiration for the man made him unable to resist showing his affection. Though previously he understood, if the husband is resting his heart with worship then he will not interfere. However, ever since she was pregnant. As if the desire to keep sticking often appears. Fishing for selfish. Sometimes crashing for no reason, especially when the husband wants to go to work.

Bilal tried to understand, although sometimes irritated as well. But how else. Maybe pregnant, she thought.

After a while later...

"A’udzu bikalimaatillahit-taammaati min syarri maa kholaq." Bilal has come to the conclusion of his prayer. Reading three times, Merr smiled happily. That's a sign her husband has finished his recitation. Especially when Habib grabbed his face and kissed his wife.

"It's so good to bother me again dhikr, now!" Bilal protest.

"Yes, I'm not focusing."

"Tomorrow! inshaAllah no longer, deh. end likes kangen. You're going on a trip, so if you're in a sticky house."

"MashaAllah." Bilal landed another kiss on the wife's lips. Played long enough, until Maryam encouraged him to take a breath. After that laugh. Mary touched her husband's face.

"A'. I'm gonna ask."

"What?" Still in a slightly bent position. His hands gently rub the head of the wife who is still laying her head on her lap.

"What is the process of the fetus in the womb like?"

"Like what? Meanin?"

"What is it like from the initial process of fertilization to the blowing of the spirit."

"Oh–" Bilal swiped his head for a moment to grab some water on the table that was near his side. Drink it for a moment before answering. "Refer from some verses in the Qur'an, and the hadith. 'Verily, every one of you gathered his creation in the belly of his mother forty days in the form of a nutfah, and became a clot of blood (forty days later), then it becomes a lump of meat for that long (40 days later). Then again sent to him an angel, then blew his soul to him and was ordered to write four things; the provisions of his fortune, the provisions of his death, the provisions of his charity, and the provisions of his woe or happiness." said Bilal.

Maryam who heard that was a mangosteen. Although he had heard in the Qur'an verse he was still curious. She would usually ask her husband repeated questions. Bilal's explanation is usually better understood.

"Well, based on the hadith, it can be concluded that the process of occurrence of the baby consists of phases: the first 40 days in the form of nutfah or viscous fluid. You understand that, there is no need for A'a selamin," he said while pinching the nose of the wife who was laughing.

"the second 40 days develop into ‘alaqah or a clot of blood.The third 40 days develop into a mudhghah or a lump of meat. If all the time in the phase is calculated based on the month, it will be equal to 4 months or 120 days. In this 4th month, Allah SWT sent an angel to blow the soul into the fetus contained in the mother's womb. That is why we do tasyakuran, hoping that God will give a good soul his good deed."

"Like A'a–"

"Me?"

"Yes I want my son to pass on his Abin faith."

"MashaAllah– I'm still bad too, Yank. I wish she had better faith than Abinya. More Sholeh or pyeh in order to be our picker in heaven."

"Aamiin yes rabbal alamin."

"Yank, I can ask for something–"

"What?"

"We never know what kind of child is born. Cuman, since you are his first madrassa, please educate him with gentleness. Don't be loud, yes. because A'a would be furious if you heard the stuff once, you snapped it. when he was under eight."

"inshaAllah, hopefully I can be patient."

"Enough later A'a who gives firmness if the child already deserves assertiveness. But A'a will help you too, we take care and educate both. May Allah SWT launch everything." Bilal rubbed Maryam's stomach, while Maryam guaranteed.

The sky outside is getting yellow. Mentari started back to his place. Maryam and Bilal were still talking warmly on the prostrate. Waiting for Magrib to arrive.