Love Shielded Risue

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Walk side by side in the hallway. The two then stopped on one side of a large pole, supporting the roof of the corridor. Look at the kids playing ball on the field.

"By the way, because I just met today after last in Magelang. I'm so not good yet to say thank you to Antum who has been willing to stop by first to Solo from Magelang," said Bilal opened his voice. Akhri himself smiled in response. "Sorry Ustadz. When I came home I didn't even know–"

"No papa, Bib. It was night time. And because there's Antum's wife? moreover, it seemed that there was a serious chat. So we don't feel good about parting in."

"Yes, at that time Merr reported the news of her pregnancy. So I was so happy that I forgot that there was Antum and Mr. Kyai outside" he replied. While Akhri only the mangosteen listened.

Still can't believe it. Maryam could finally conceive, she would give a child to Habib Bilal.

Inner Akhri, who felt a slight feeling of envy pinched his heart. His regrets. If only he could hold back? Ahh. No need to mention the time that has passed long enough. The point is they're not fools...

Ustadz Akhri stretched out his hand. Bilal himself frowned. Slowly replying to the hands of the man before him.

"Congratulations on the pregnancy of Antum's wife. May Allah, SWT look after him as well as the future Antum."

"Aamiin. syukron katsiron, Ustadz."

"Afwan, yes Sayyid.." Akhri replied later. After that the two fell silent again for a while. It seems like there are many things that make both tongues freeze so there are no more words to say. "Sa–I was happy when I saw him happier with Antum."

Bilal looked at him for a moment. Make both hands Akhri immediately raised to the chest.

"I'm sorry, Antum don't misunderstand me, I said that because I'm really happy to see the harmony of Antum with him. Without having any other thoughts." Akhri hurriedly explained.

Bilal smiles. "It's okay– just continue, I'll listen."

"No Bib. It's enough. I just say that." Ustadz Akhri sighed. Feeling bad. Worried he spoke wrongly.

"I'm sorry, because I didn't know she was Antum's ex-wife."

"Oh Allah.. Why apologize? Someone's soul mate, nobody knows. Maybe Merr was destined for Antum."

Bilal smiled faintly.

"We'd better not talk about this. Because it's so sensitive, Bib. Again I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Ustadz. I pray that Antum can get a soul mate again. Who can accompany Antum's old days later."

"Barakallah... Aamiin, Aamiin yes rabbal alamin." The two continued the conversation for a few minutes before stepping back into the Sacred Lady's room.

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On the way home, he was silent. Especially Bilal.

Merr himself was confused, and curious about Bilal who took Ustadz Akhri out to talk. I want him to ask, but to be ignored. Instead of making her husband think other things are better to just keep quiet.

The car had arrived home, just minutes before Azhar's time entry. It was time for Bilal to clean up before heading to the mosque.

Before he came out he approached Maryam who was straightening her legs on the bed. His own hands worked to slowly hit the shin. Throw achy. Bilal rubbed Mary's stomach and kissed her.

"A' My legs are a little swollen."

"Maybe you're tired of having a lot of walks. Later A'a massage yes..."

"He's rich, huh? But, not rich either? Why not just shut up so much?" Merr muttered to herself, but then shook her head quickly. Rushed down from his bed to fetch some ablution water in the bathroom.

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Nights...

Bilal really massaged his wife's legs slowly. Using massage oil. The warm feeling in the legs made Maryam feel comfortable, even to the point of closing her eyes. Silence is created, making Maryam open her eyes again and then move to sit.

"A'a you're being quiet?"

"No papa. Just want diem–" he replied without turning his head, without a smile as usual.

The confused Maryam rubbed her stomach. He breathed slowly. An enlarged stomach makes Maryam a little difficult to breathe. Many times he took a deep breath and threw it out starting his mouth.

"By the way, I got it wrong, huh?"

"No, Yank."

"Your mood's not good, I know." Maryam shifted to grab her husband's hand.

"Ya– is just a little. Don't think about it."

"What were you talking about with her?" Maryam asked, because Bilal had been silent since they had been talking.

"Why would you like to know? He did not talk about his past, really," replied Bilal a little sniffy.

"Oh my God, why do you answer that? I'm just asking."

Bilal took up arms, and hugged Maryam. "I'm sorry I'm a little sensitive."

"do you know the cause of the sensation? I don't know anything, loh. It's better to explain as usual than to be silent with a sour face, isn't it?"

"No papa Yank, just my feelings. Yes, no need to talk about it anymore. Not good either."

"It's no better to be alone, A'. Open A'a's heart. That's why the devil's entry," his ceplos. Bilal answered nothing but the word istighfar. "A'a believe right, the past is only behind will not be possible I put it again in front. Especially as a means for me to remember. So A'a doesn't have to think strangely. So that your heart is not cast out by Satan?"

"Yes.." he muttered, while returning istighfar. "Sorry A'a may be a Futur of faith. That's why it's getting more sensitive. Probably because of a lot of thought. Think of you who want to be born, where tomorrow A'a must go to Palembang as well. So it's like anything goes into the heart."

Merr smiled. He took Bilal's hand and placed it in his stomach.

"Be patient as always. Ummi needs Abi's powers."

Bilal smiled faintly and kissed his wife's forehead. "I'm sorry I was so angry earlier, yeah."

"yes A'. I understand," answered Maryam. because you usually become sensi when you meet her when with me hehe...

"Yes Allah– I really can't wait to meet dede."

"Eatya Abi ehim– do not over think of something. Because we're gonna be okay." Bilal nodded.