Love Shielded Risue

good news

The time that became a little narrower since Umar was in the house did not make them feel burdened. For example, A'a who if he was at home would spend Maghrib time until isya in the mosque. But this time, he came home quickly.

Ckla...

Merr turned her head as the sound of the door opening sounded.

"Here baby, switch to A'a. You haven't prayed, have you?" Bilal rubbed Maryam's forehead. Pinning a few strands of hair that come out of her hair tie to her ears.

"Last morning while taking a shower, I got menstrual blood out, A'. So now I'm on vacation..." Mary answered with a smile that looked tired. Her hair that used to be neatly combed now looks a little messy. "A' diapers–"

Bilal shifted a little, took one disposable diaper. "Stay a little, here..."

"Yes A'. This day is somehow how many times Umar urinated."

"Yes, after this I went straight to the minimarket." Maryam nodded, while her hands were working on changing the diaper of the baby who had somehow changed. Bilal looked at him for a moment, looking at the tired face of his wife after two nights of sleep deprivation. "You're so tired, surely?"

"Honestly yes, but I'm happy A'..." Merr carried Umar and placed the reddish cheek on her lips. The typical smell of a baby makes it feel at home doing that many times.

Bilal who heard that just smiled, he was happy to see Maryam could feel the role of a whole mother. However, it is also sad to remember Farah who never woke up.

"Oh Allah." his sudden sigh felt solace in the chest.

"Why, A?"

"I remember Farah" he answered. Merr again put the tiny baby on a special mattress and then cover it with a mosquito net that is already available. Fused with her baby bed.

"Merr was sure Farah would soon come to her senses. He's a strong boy" she said, touching her husband's hand, calming him down. Bilal mangosteen assures, then get out of bed just to grab the jacket behind the door. After that, he went back to Maryam, kissing her slightly sweaty forehead.

"Who. What do you want to buy, right?"

"Yes. I want fruit pudding, same Snack soes dried chocolate flavor."

"That's all?"

"Yes that's it, I want to snack that seger... pudding buy rather a lot yes, A'..."

"Yes, honey..." Bilal answered while putting on his jacket.

"Oh yeah... This will end, A'a to the hospital again, right?"

"inshaAllah– see later. You see Ummi told A'a not to go there anymore, you said."

"I'm no papa" replied Merr. The woman looked up at the mosquito net at Umar's small movements. His lips then smiled. "It's funny, if you're surprised."

Bilal leaned over his body, forming a ruku position'. Peeping Umar.

"MashaAllah, his eyes when seen rich Aiman," he said softly, chuckling later.

"Kan, the son."

"Yes, yes, A'a road first, yes. Hunt isya."

"Yes." Yeah."

***

The days keep passing. Happy news to get. Farah's body seemed to give a positive response, the woman then opened her eyes. Seemed a happy twinkle in the emanation by Aiman, he gave thanks incessantly. He peeked at his wife many times.

Lips covered in oxygen masks twitched, like they wanted to say something. But Aiman whispered to her, not to say anything now. He wanted Farah to really recover first.

After his worries for these few days, he had now started to be able to breathe a bit of relief. The wife is still by his side.

Merr and Bilal, who heard the news, were also very happy. Their prayers and hopes were answered. Allah SWT granted their request. Yes, the next hope is? the woman could recover as before and gather with them again.

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Already more than three weeks in the hospital, Farah is now transferred to the ward. His passion to heal and be able to meet his son brings a positive effect on his condition. Beyond the estimates of the attending physician, he recovered more quickly.

this afternoon Farah made a video call with Maryam. His pale lips smiled at the tiny lips of the child sucking milk from his pacifier.

"It's a long time if the hours are this, let alone just been in massage and shower. The booby will be long. Well. usually when entering the middle of the night was often awake, sometimes even until dawn, he did not sleep again," said Maryam while laughing gaunt.

"MashaAllah–" murmured weak Farah. His focus was distracted by Maryam's hoarse voice. "Stea his voice was hoarse, it must have been a soybean drop, huh?"

"Not really, just a lack of sleep. So a little coughing. But I'm wearing a mask, Far."

"Aiiihhh... Who did you say ngerepotin? Absolutely not, Far. His son is taking. Not fussy."

Farah shed tears, she was truly grateful. When the condition is like this there is still a sister-in-law who sincerely takes care of her child.

"I can't imagine if I didn't survive? My son will be an orphan."

"Farah, don't talk about it."

"Just wondering, Tea."

"Don't imagine such a thing, no good!"

"Yes, Tea..."

"Now it's time to be grateful. You're still given a chance to see Umar."

Farah wiped her tears and nodded. "Thank you again, Tea..."

Maryam smiling. "Either. Emmm. I close first, yeah. You better take a break."

"Yes, Tea. Also, if Umar sleeps? You have to sleep too."

"Yes." Yeah." Merr answered softly. He also said his greetings before disconnecting his phone, after which turned to look at Bilal who was sleeping with a prone position next to Umar. The man overslept, as tired as it seemed.

Before long she heard the sound of the ashar Adhan, Merr immediately woke her husband. Wiggled the back carefully, until Bilal was awake.

"Heeemmm?" grumbling hoarsely.

"Ashar, A's'..."

Bilal was silent for a moment, after which he sat down. He rubbed his two painful eyes after praying.

"What I was sleeping for, huh?" ask like a dazed person.

"Yes, A'a was sleeping."

"Kok I don't feel it? The power just closed my eyes."

Mary laughed, "it's almost half an hour like that."

"That, huh?" Bilal shut his mouth, yawned and took a bite. "It's so heavy."

"Have I taken a shower, will I make some cereal milk?"

"Don't that, just coffee." Bilal held Maryam's hand, smiling sweetly.

"Well, I love coffee because you don't drink coffee today."

"Yeees...! Two packs of white coffee love ice cubes," his request again.

"Hatuit, right! inget your stomach loh." replied Merr with lips slightly conical sebal.

"The same you. Yeah, yeah. yeah, yeah." yeah." Bilal hugged his wife.

"Broad reasons. But you will drink it the most" Merr replied, making Bilal laugh.

"Dear, I drink the rest of you? use ice, two sachets coffee."

"Emang A'a, yes. The more it's banned, the more it ngeyel."

"No papa ngeyel about food or drink. The important thing is that I don't care about your ban on ogling other people." he said.

Maryam snorted with her sharp gaze.

"joking darling..." Bilal rubbed his chin as he chuckled, "yes, just once! A'a kangen wants to drink that, Yaaaang..." Bilal kissed his wife's shoulder.

"Yes, promise me. Not much to drink."

"inshaAllah, no promise," he answered softly.

"Can?" Maryam glared, making Bilal laugh again. But the result of Bilal's laughter made Umar a little surprised to cause a small whimper after that sleep again. "A'a hell..."

"Yes, sorry–" he whispered, before landing a kiss on the cheek. He then moved and went into the bathroom, to clean and prepare to perform the Ashar prayer.