Love Shielded Risue

The end of this journey..

The week arrived...

The day the man, Akhri Mumtaz Zulkarnaen, officially invited a woman named Nur Hapsoh.

It was as if a happy, happy atmosphere was adorning the mosque, especially when the bride approached her after witnesses called for the legal word for both of them.

Bilal took his wife with him, while the other hand held Yahya's body in his arms. They congratulate both, to be honest Akhri is still in a sense of need He then hugged the body of Habib Bilal after Yahya was handed over to Maryam. With his body shaken because of his Issue, Akhri listened to every prayer Bilal gave.

"Survive once again, Ustadz."

"Aamiin thank you. Thank you very much, Bib."

After shaking hands. They immediately say goodbye. Akhri himself only smiled faintly at the backs of Maryam and her husband. Everything is normal. There was no more ill-gotten jealousy he felt, other than the wisdom to accept the present he had lived.

Afterwards look at the wife, like a sudden flow of electricity about both. Especially Hapsoh who saw the man's smile more clearly. He hurried because he was nervous. Making a swish of love on Akhri's chest just suddenly appeared.

"MashaAllah.." he murmured very softly, He touched his thumping chest. He leaned his body a little.

"Abang loves you, Dik," he whispered very slowly but can still be heard Hapsoh who felt his nervous level was getting higher. He looked back, looking at the sweet smile that was really sweet from a very close distance.

I just realized, Bang Akhri is very handsome. Its high posture really gives it the impression of dashing, very charismatic.

Hapsoh returned the smile very stiffly, then looked down again. Akhri's hand tried to hold him. Gently gripping the delicate hand of the woman next to him.

Allah. I tremble.

Hapsoh increasingly felt cold sweat, he also did not dare to raise his head to look at the husband's face again. And from there, Akhri even wanted to laugh so anxious.

***

Switch to two one year later.

Merr rubbed her tears, looking at the testpack showing two red lines before her.

"Subhanallah.. Am I pregnant again?" Half couldn't believe he was crying so happy. Hurriedly he walked out, towards the prayer room.

In view of the two love who was joking on a prostration pedestal while studying short letters in the Qur'an. To bring him to the fact of happiness which he cannot explain. His hope has borne sweet fruit even more than the prayers he has been offering all this time.

Yeah, it's all over. The worry that had been shackling the soul had become an immeasurable feeling of gratitude. When God showed his greatness. All the prayers that he said have now been paid cash, since the birth of Yahya also the second child who is developing in his womb.

Habib caught his wife standing at the door. He smiled, along with Yahya who was covering his mouth using both hands, because he yawned.

"Ummi, ngantuk–" he said. Merr again wiped the clear crystal in the corner of her eye and approached Yahya.

"Let's go to sleep, baby" he asked while helping the child to wake up. "A' I take Yahya to bed first. I'll tell you something."

The sparkle of the husband's eyes made Maryam impatient to tell him, but she was put on hold. Waiting later.

Making Merr chuckle, she understood what her husband meant and nodded. Afterwards walk out of the room for worship with Yahya. While habib cleaned up everything that was still scattered there.

After finishing his work, Bilal walked to the room to clean some parts of his body while waiting for Maryam to return.

Half an hour, the door is open. Maryam saw her husband waiting for her with a book in hand. He immediately put down his book and asked his wife to come closer with a gesture of his hand, which he patted on the surface of the bed right in front of him. Merr smiled, not to mention the love song she sang as her appeal.

"Yah albi nadak witmannak tib anta wayaya...Well ba’d esniin shuk wa haniin alaiik hina ma’aya... Well dummini liik, danta habibi biosi liik. Wa ha’iish ‘umri ‘ashana ‘ineek wa ‘umri fadak*."

* (My heart calls, expect you to be faithful. After all these years, look at how dear we met here and together. My tears flow because of you, you are love, my life is only for you. My whole life, my age, because of your eyes, I gave up everything.)

As for subscriptions, Bilal often sang the love song repeatedly just to tease him. However, Merr is happy since understanding the meaning, even sometimes he was suddenly moved by Bilal's romantic attitude which until now has not been reduced. Bilal stroked her hair and kissed her after it touched her favorite part, while unbuttoning the wife's nightshirt.

Where the movement of his other hand rubbed the hair on the left shoulder for him to remove a moment to the right then kiss the shoulder.

"A'a, are you sure you want to take me?"

Bilal didn't stop his work. "I miss, again my rations have not been fulfilled," he murmured softly then almost inaudible. Merr responded with a smile.

"Tomorrow so take Yahya to the safari park?" divert moment.

"Must be a baby. Same Ummi, also the Farah family."

"MashaAllah, it's good to be rame."

"Iya–" hugged his wife's body tightly, touching as a slim limb Maryam with a kiss of lips. Merr herself resigned, it's up to the husband to do what. Because the touch was also still very soft and careful for a few minutes, Bilal looked at his face. Before kissing the forehead, the rest to the lips.

There Merr held him. "I want to say something..."

"What?" Bilal kissed him again, his desire as a normal man had begun to rise.

"Listen first, here I want to tell you that Yahya wants to have a sister." Live cerocos. Where Bilal then flinch, stopping his movements. Silence is created for a while until Bilal finally smiles.

"What did you say?" As if in disbelief, Bilal asked once more. Merr himself chuckled, then nodded.

"I'm pregnant again, baby."

"Allahu Akbar's... A'a didn't hear wrong, did you?" The net is now creek. Merr nodded quickly, then grabbed something in the desk drawer.

"Look, I checked it out. The result is positive." Merr pointed to the pregnancy test device where Bilal immediately dumbfounded, shed tears.

"Allahu Akbar's... MashaAllah, MashaAllah, MashaAllah..." Immediately in his embrace the wife, muttering recite the sentence of tawhid many times as a sign of gratitude.

Yes, after muffling his happy cries Bilal asked his wife to sleep. His desire was instantaneous he endured for the sake of his second son-to-be...