Love Shielded Risue

news from A'a

When the day has changed they return to the routine in the morning. Although a little constrained because the child was suddenly fussy since before dawn, making Merr extra give his attention. The child was not even separated from the mother's sling, only occasionally calm but soon will return to whining.

Kriee...

"Assynolajet. Yahya's still fussy, Yank?" Bilal asked as he closed the door again, after returning from the mosque.

"Walaikumsalam, still A' ... it is not clear what the request is?"

"Oh my God, try here A'a pickle." Both hands quickly grabbed the armpit of the child. Slowly carry her, "Well, what's the matter, son?" Gently kiss the cheek part of her padlick.

"Maybe he's not sick? He didn't want to suckle from midnight last night."

"It could be anyway. Geez, son .. whereas Abi wants to take a walk today, his you are even fussy," he murmured with his lips still on his cheek.

"We postpone the walk, A'..."

"Yes, Yank. But you tried to check the temperature, haven't you?" A'a touched his forehead, a little he felt a warm temperature when he touched his skin.

"Udah, you have a little fever A'. Tumben really, usually not this fussy."

"Well, do you give me medicine?"

"I gave you medicine, just now. But the rich nolak, the crying is getting louder, keep vomiting."

"O Allah is the son of Abi Kasian..." Bilal walked up to the door leading to the balcony of their room, while praying to calm Yahya who was crying loudly, pointing towards the glass door.

Outside, he stood in front of a balcony guardrail. Look at whatever is in front of him. The sky gradually began to light up. It gives off a bluish light, welcoming the sun that will soon occupy its throne.

As Bilal carried and calmed Yahya, Merr came out of the room to rush to prepare breakfast for her son. After a few minutes, Merr returned. He tried to feed a little porridge to Yahya the next time he wanted to eat.

Normally, Yahya would be very enthusiastic about devouring his porridge. But for now, the boy refused. By turning his head to the right and to the left and then patting the tablespoon directed at him while whining.

"Eat first, baby." Merr tried to persuade.

"Not really want to be like that, Yank."

"Well, why, A'? Yesterday I still want to eat."

"We'll take it to the kids' poly. Kasian Yahya, A'a can't wait to see him fussy like this."

"Yes. I'll get ready, yeah."

"Yes .. oh, same dress up for Yahya. A'a will wear it."

"Iya–" he replied as he stepped inside.

Bilal who is still standing on the side of the balcony guardrail is currently swinging his body. Trying to make the child calm down. Waiting for a few moments, he came in.

On the bed there are clothes and equipment for the child. Slowly put Yahya in a supine position. Surely Yahya again cried out both hands towards him. Requesting back in the carrier.

"Beauty, Abi change your clothes first, yeah." Trying to speed up the movement of his hands to remove the clothes of the child to be replaced with new clothes. While Yahya's loud voice continued to be heard, making Merr rush out from inside his bathroom.

"The cry's so fast, son. Oh my..."

"No need to go down .. ask him to be carried, Yank," replied Bilal who had begun to wear his clothes.

"Oh my goodness, Yahya. here is the same Ummi," he asked.

"No papa, I can really. mending you get ready," he ordered. Merr himself immediately complied. Rush he wears the gamis immediately, bergo syar'i instant that can be used directly without the need to pin pins and so forth, last lipstick so that his face is a little fresher. Some of Yahya's needs he put in a bag, without any more makeup He rushed out, following the husband who had brought Yahya out of their room.

***

In poly kids...

The doctor examined him, his focus at this time was on the oral cavity. By using a flashlight, the pediatrician looks mangosteen.

"Oh, there's this thrush."

"Comeone?" Ask Bilal.

"Yes, Sir. These are some that are being inflamed, more than three. There are only two large germs on the same inner tongue that almost approach the esophagus."

"Astagfirullah al'azim, it is fitting that he will not eat, will not suckle at all." Maryam responded.

"But babies can get thrush like this, huh? What cause?" Bilal asked curiously.

"Could Sir. Sores in the baby's mouth are usually caused by accidentally biting the tongue or the inside of his lips while breastfeeding. Food allergies. Sensitive to fruits that taste sour, such as oranges and strawberries. Deficiencies in certain vitamins and minerals, such as folic acid, iron, and vitamin B12 are also to blame."

"Oh... How many days does it heal?"

"Not long, just a few days."

"Is that so?"

The doctor smiled in response with a nod of his head once. Then write something down in the recipe paper.

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After getting out of the poly, they again wait in the administration area. Yahya was asleep in Maryam's lap in one of the long chairs waiting for Bilal who was taking medicine. Soon A'a returned with a package containing medicine and payment receipt.

"Have you?" ask Merr.

"It has. Here, Yahya let me be the fat one," he asked the wife who replied with a nod of her head.

Throughout the rhythm of their footsteps, treading on the tile floor in the hospital hallway, A'a fell silent. Looking straight ahead, looking at the crowd of people passing by. He was thinking, is it better to tell the news that Ustadz Akhri will soon get married. Or better to be quiet? Bilal took a quick glance and exhaled slowly.

"Yank, have you heard from your friend?"

"Which friend?"

"The closest to you."

"Oh, Arshila..."

"Emmm..."

"I didn't hear anything. Did A'a hear something?" He asked, Bilal himself nodded.

"About what?"

"Ustadz Akhri–" he replied. Hearing the name, Merr shook her head. "She's getting married, more or less next week."

"Barakallah.." murmured Maryam.

"are you happy?"

"of course, shouldn't we feel happy when we hear that our brother or sister is getting married?

Bilal smiled faintly rightly too, and then stopped his steps. "You want to come with A'a, don't you?"

Merr did not answer, but also stopped following Bilal who first stopped stepping.

"Looks non-existent. A'a just."

"Why?"

"I think just praying from afar is enough. So it's better for A'a to come."

Bilal smiled faintly, "are you sure?"

"Yes, I can't attend an event that might bring another flavor to my husband."

"I'm slow."

"Oh, huh? Said it slow, but sometimes it's a little messy."

Bilal chuckled, "for now no, yank. The promise...! After all I'm the one who offered, do you want to come with me, to fulfill His invitation?"

Merr thought for a moment, with a fixed gaze directed at the husband.

"Is it really okay?" carefully ask later.

"No papa, dear." she replied gently, Merr smiled and nodded slowly. "MashaAllah– later we come together. Because it just so happened on H-day he's A'a free."

"Yes, A'.." replied with a feeling of relief. Because Bilal is really starting to slow with everything related to the ex-husband of his wife.