Love Shielded Risue

tragedy

Month after month passed. Merr seems to be getting more and more at home in-laws. No bad impression while he's there. Although sometimes Ummi likes sudden like a lot of silence. But he thought it was natural. Because tired and dizzy Ummi with the catering order will definitely make the mood sometimes not good.

Today the order of one hundred and fifty boxes, the first clicker has been sent, while the order of two hundred second installers will be ready. Ummi employees have been added, once only two people are now around five people. Be a little lighter.

Ummi tasted the sauce before the cauldron was large enough to be lifted.

Some others begin to arrange the rice in print using a small bowl on top of banana leaves, because the rice will be wrapped slightly conical with banana leaves before being put into the rice box.

Merr who was just finished with her work walked into the kitchen. He also immediately approached his mother-in-law who was sitting at the dining table while noting something.

"Ummi sorry, yeah. Merr just got out of the room. There are a lot of revisions."

I smiled as I took off his glasses. "No papa. Have you eaten yourself yet? Kaya just had breakfast this morning, huh?"

Merr nodded slowly.

"Yes, eat first. You have to eat regularly, yes. Don't like the mundane."

"Yes Ummi..."

"Eat a lot, anyway. Ummi finish the note first."

Merr nodded back. He walked up to the plate shelf and took the hanging glass. The sound of the car rang out outside, making Ummi's smile radiate cheerfully.

"Merr, that's Farah's wealth."

"It seems, yes Ummi. You were just coming, coming here."

"MashaAllah..." Ummi closed his book and then moved from where he sat to step foot into the living room.

Outside Isti welcomed his son who was walking slowly approaching. His hand held a stomach that already looked big because it was only just counting the days. Aiman and Farah's first child will be born.

"Assalamualaikum, Ummi."

"Goddessalam, MashaAllah. You shouldn't go anywhere else, your stomach is big..." Isti kissed both cheeks of Farah after touching her stomach while praying.

"No papa, kangen Ummi. It wasn't here for two weeks" replied Farah.

"Yes, but I can call Ummi. Let Ummi be there with Hafiz."

Farah chuckled, rubbing Isti's hand. Alternately with Aiman who immediately kissed the back of his mother-in-law's hand.

"You're on vacation, huh?"

"Yes Ummi, because there are two more days to enter HPL. So Aiman took a leave of absence, fearing that Farah's father Pas Aiman was no longer home."

"MashaAllah..." Manggut-mangut.

"Ummi, later if I'm Ummi's brother accompany me, huh?"

"Definitely dear, Ummi will nemenin you. Especially for this one week, Ummi does not receive orders. Today's last," he said, making Farah happy. They entered the same house which is now bigger than their house five years ago.

Inside Merr immediately greeted him. Hugging Farah's body and rubbing her distended stomach.

"Geez, it's so jolly..."

"Hehehe, If the night is very active tau, Tea."

"Oh, huh?" Merr excited. "Last in the USG has seemed not the gender of what?"

"Udah! man," he answered with passion.

"MashaAllah..."

"Bang Aiman is very good at knowing his son's son."

"He said he could not wait to pray Friday with his son." Farah laughed just like Maryam.

"Hopefully healthy everything. God, what does pregnancy feel like?"

Farah muffled her laughter. He looked compassionately at Maryam who even looked sparkling waiting for an answer.

"What must be happy, even though sometimes there is discomfort, and also fear. Especially when it's been in the month like now."

"MashaAllah" muttered Merr who was still touching Farah's stomach. For a moment it felt like movement. "Far, move."

"Yes." Yeah." Farah looked down at her own stomach. "He gini when invited to sit, sometimes rich motion continues. Maybe it's narrower, huh? But if you take a walk, Tea."

"Like to take a walk means."

"Yes, but it'll be too if the streets continue." Laughs. "Teh, he said again work on a new novel, huh?"

Mary smiled, then nodded. "Just today I've finished a lot of revisions."

"Want to read." Farah shook Maryam's hand.

"May, if it's finished."

Farah. They are still chatting here and there until the sound of the ashar adhan. They were all preparing to join the congregation in the mosque in front of their house.

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The sky is still bright. At four o'clock this afternoon Farah and Aiman said goodbye to go home. Actually Isti is a bit heavy, somehow the sudden feeling is not good.

"Stay overnight, yes. Ummi, how is that."

"Ummi, just pray. Maybe Ummi's bad feeling because something is coming out. It could be that tonight I am the birth," Farah responded with sparkling eyes.

"Hopefully, Ummi will not be able to sleep tonight. Afraid of you or Aiman calls Ummi. Just give me the news!"

"Yes, Ummi. Yes, Farah came home first afraid of magrib hunt. A little drizzle too, huh." Farah grabbed her mother's hand, kissed her long enough. After that Isti immediately kissed both cheeks. Even to shed tears. "Ummi don't cry, Farah will just go home."

"Yes." she replied, wiping her tears.

"Mi, we go home first."

"Let's be careful. Slow down, don't speed."

"Yes, Ummi. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam." Isti took off the child and his daughter-in-law with a slightly heavy feeling. Even the more the car moved away, the stronger the worry became. Until Istighfar muttered he continued to say with his lips.

"Ummi, come in yuk. Drizzle," take Maryam.

"Duh, Ummi's feeling really bad, Merr."

"Pray, may nothing happen."

"Aamiin..." The two entered the house with the same feeling still misgivings.

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On the other hand, the rain seemed to be flushing with a rush after coming out of the area where Farah's parents lived making his visibility limited.

"Slow down, Bang." Farah was suddenly horrified. Talking while rubbing his own stomach.

"Yes," replied Aiman who was focused on bringing the speed of his car. Just a few kilometers away, Aiman was shocked by a truck dump from the opposite direction that seemed to be screaming. "Astagfirullah al'azim..."

"Astagfirullah, Baaaang!" Farah closed her eyes, as Aiman tried to avoid Dump's car which actually hit the side of his car. So that the car in his vehicle slightly dragged far enough before finally rolled on the side of the road.