Love Shielded Risue

unexpected meeting

The moon changed. It was as if every second of her hour gave a meaning of gratitude to that elf-eyed woman. The days that made his soul more alive, along with the increasingly buried memories of the claustrophobic past.

Yes, he had completely forgotten, if he had ever been on the precipice of prosperity because now he had changed places beautifully. Happiness that he could not carve with words.

"Slow down, Yank–" Bilal held Maryam's hand about to get out of the car. Stepping carefully while the other hand holds the stomach. Simultaneously a middle-aged woman with her glasses approached.

"Allahu Akbar..." Ummi Suci greeted her happily, hugging the tired-looking pregnant woman.

Yes, the last week every two months, Isti's family will visit the orphanage owned by Abdul Aziz foundation.

Currently, Maryam brings more parcels that will be distributed to children. I wish I could pray with them there.

"How are you, Ummi?" Ask Maryam lirih. Retaliating embrace.

"Good, Merr. Happy arrival of Habib Bilal's family." He said while releasing a hug. They replied with warm laughter. The Holy Mother turned to Ummi Isti, hugged him later.

Shortly a white Sienta car entered the courtyard of the home at the same time as the arrival of Habib Bilal and his family. The smile of Ummi Suci widened when he knew it was Ustadz Akhri's car.

"MashaAllah–" he muttered, "awhile yes, Miss Anisa."

"Yes, ma'am," Isti replied, allowing the caretaker to approach the newly arrived car.

Yes, the thick-bodied woman waited for a while until the side door opened entirely. He saw Nyai Salma descending cautiously.

"Assalamualaikum, Holy Mother," he said with a smile.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Ummi holy shook the hand of Umm Salma after which hugged her. "Barakallah, never thought that Miss Nyai would come here."

"Yes, we're out of nowhere. Then stop by briefly–"

"it just so happened, because Habib Uthman's late wife had also just arrived."

"wife of the late Habib Uthman?"

"Assalamualaikum Bu Nyai–" Isti greeted him, while Umm Salma was silent for a moment.

"MashaAllah, tabarakallah–" in his embrace Ummi Isti then gave a warm response to the wife of the late Habib Ustman. "After that, have you?"

"No, Miss Nyai. Our family has just arrived." Isti pointed back, Bilal bowed his hands to Umm Salma after greeting Ustadz Akhri first.

"Mariam?" Umm Salma's view was on the pregnant woman next to Bilal.

Ummi was in disbelief. Actually Akhri was the same, he was surprised to see Maryam's stomach bulging. But in order to keep Bilal feeling, the man chose to turn his eyes to the others.

"You, you're pregnant?" Ummi didn't answer Maryam's question. He immediately asked according to his thoughts because he was curious about the distended stomach of his former daughter-in-law.

"I–iya." Maryam let Umm Salma's hand touch her.

"God..." Gently rubbed that stomach. It's like the baby in Maryam's womb is responding. He kicked right in the palm of Umm Salma's hand. "MashaAllah, move."

Hearing that Maryam and Isti laughed softly.

"Yes Allah– Ummi did not expect."

Maryam smiling. "Me too, Ummi. Because all this time I thought I was barren. Apparently, after years of waiting I could get pregnant."

Ummi Salma. As if back in the memory of his past that once forced Maryam to persuade Akhri married again because of his shortcomings.

But today he saw something impossible. Merr could get pregnant. Could the doctor's verdict have been wrong?

Actually he wanted to ask, did Maryam do the effort of treatment or therapy? But he was stopped because of the unpleasant feelings for Bilal and his mother. If Maryam had been alone she might have asked.

"Barakallah, congratulations to you, and you Sayyid." Ummi shifted his mind earlier.

"Thank you, Miss Nyai." Bilal smiled around his wife's shoulders, then stroked slowly. Because he himself was aware of Akhri's gaze which occasionally led to his wife. Maybe he wants to talk something too but it's not good to be Ustadz Akhri just a lot of silence.

"Emmm. We should chat inside so that it is not hot, because the sun is hot again," invited Holy Mother. Those who were there agreed to the request of the caretaker then stepped in.

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In deep...

a warm conversation was created in the room of Holy Mother, although more were issued by the three middle-aged women. While the young are just listeners while laughing occasionally.

Bilal himself grabbed a glass of water on the table, after which he pointed at Maryam. Because he saw Merr had a little trouble bending over to fetch water. All because the table in front of him was too low.

The woman smiled sweetly, grabbed it from the hand of her husband and thanked him. While in front of them. Yes, Ustadz Akhri smiled faintly at the two of them and lowered his head, avoiding Bilal's attention to his wife.

Actually, this is not good, but if I go straight out it will definitely cause a question mark for Habib Bilal and the people who are here. He only brought water for his wife. Why should I feel uncomfortable? There's no way I still have feelings for Maryam. Astagfirullah al'azim–'s

"Ustadz, would you like to come out for a minute?" Bilal made Akhri look down. Everything he had in his mind was divorced. Akhri himself did not answer but nodded. Afterwards the two of them came out looking for fresh air while chatting with four eyes.