Love Shielded Risue

ummi's Wish

Before returning home, Bang Akhri decided to go to Arshila's house first.

Because he got a message from Maryam that he was visiting the house of his best friend, as well as his cousin Akhri.

By riding a motorcycle. They walked through the complex that not so many people passed by there. There were also several cars parked inside the fence. Because it's Sunday. Maybe they spend more time inside. Although not all of them.

Several times Akhri honked his horn. Greet those who cross. The middle of doing sports with a leisurely walk or maybe with a bicycle.

Mumaman merdunya, became cool friends in the middle of the roar of the motor they ride. Light and morning air. Send the prophet sholawat so as to create an atmosphere of shahdu.

Then they went to one of the shops that sold nasi uduk and lontong greens. The stalls are quite crowded, because the cuisine served is really delicious. That's why it is used as a place for Akhri subscription if you want to eat vegetable lontong.

"So out of Ummi's house, huh?" Ask him after sitting at an empty table.

"Yes. Ummi just gave me a date. He said to be quick." Maryam smiled innocently, her right hand rubbing her flat stomach.

"MashaAllah..." Akhri touched the soft reddish cheek. The heat of the morning sun.

"Ummi seems to have wanted to have a grandchild."

Akhri smiles. "Ummi wants to have a grandchild. You see, Abah already has one grandson from Ummi Nuri. Added yesterday Ummi also got news that Abah's son from Ummi Nida was pregnant. It may be the trigger for his wish as well, so that we can give a grandchild to Abah immediately."

Maryam. Abah Kyai Mukhlis has three wives. Ummi Salma was the first wife of Kyai Mukhlis, who was no longer young. His second wife lives in Bogor, while his third wife lives in Bandung.

And in that family, only Umm Salma had one child. The other two wives averaged four to six children.

It was actually rather horrified as well, when it came to that fact. He himself feared that Akhri would do the same.

Which they both talked about, too. When asked if he would be like Abah or not? the answer is just the husband's laugh. Until inviting curiosity Maryam who then searched for it continuously.

"I wouldn't dare to have more than one wife, Sister. Sharing love as well as time in order to be fair is not easy, if I think in the present moment."

"Given all this time, Brother is quite difficult to meet Abah. In one month you can count your fingers. Not to mention if there is an important school or campus event. Which requires both parents to come. Abah is often absent unable to attend."

"Sometimes there is sadness too, because it is difficult for Abah to be invited to gather. So I thought, my childhood should feel the same way. Rarely meet Abinya."

That answer was enough to make Maryam feel calm. Not to mention the ending of his conversation.

"Calm down, that brother has principles. One wife is enough for me. Which hopefully reaches the treasury."

Mary smiled happily if she remembered that. Hopefully, Bang Akhri keeps his promise. He looked at the husband who was sitting in front of him, began to eat a vegetable pontoon that had just been served by the shop owner's brother.

"Well, what if I have kids? Who's it gonna look like, huh?" Mary supported both of her cheeks with her hands. Imagine a cute baby that is present in the midst of their happiness.

"Maybe it looks like you, or it might look like you. That's a squeak." Akhri chuckled as he pinched his cheek. Before eating the food again.

"Would you want a boy or a girl?"

"anything. The important thing is to be healthy, brother. If it could be twins."

"I don't have twin genes."

"Don't precede destiny. If we have twins, how?"

Maryam's lips are perfectly inflated. "Ummi would be so happy, huh."

"Of course, honey. Eat first, yes. We need to get home soon. At one o'clock you want tausiyah."

"Yes, Bang. Then go home with Bogor's pickles, yeah."

"Tumben asked asinan?" Akhri smiles.

"Don't know I like pickles, right?"

"Yes too, huh? Almost brother cheering, loh. Kirain you've it." Ledek.

"No, Bang. Hopefully soon, huh?"

"Aamiin..."

"Yes, Brother. As usual."

"Yeah." He shouted, holding his spoon again. Making Akhri then rubbed Maryam's head, anxious.

***

It was a year after the marriage of Maryam and Ustadz Akhri. Almost entering its second year.

But Maryam's stomach still does not show signs of pregnancy. Make it clouded by worries.

That morning Ummi visited their home. Giving Akhri's favorite food that he made himself. Because the distance is not far, so Ummi can come at any time.

"Akhri's not home yet, is he?" Ask her. Take the food box out of the bag.

"Not Ummi, he said until last night." Maryam answered while putting down a large bowl. Which Ummi immediately shifted closer.

The woman was silent, pouring her food into the bowl. Then look at the table that looks empty. In addition to the spoon, three cans of jam, also a box containing fresh bread.

"There is no other food. You're not cooking?"

"Emmm .. happens to not cook today. Bang Akhri is not home. Usually if you are out of town again, Merr does not cook Ummi. Fear mubasir."

"Continue eating it?"

Maryam smiling. "Buy, Ummi."

"Iti– nih .. how would you like to cepet so. You ate it yourself haphazardly."

"Not really, Mi. Often Merr cooks, according to the menu Ummi saranin."

"What cooking? Ummi was careful, every time here there was no food on the table!"

Ummi came right when I wasn't cooking. So Ummi didn't know that I cooked more than his snacks.

Maryam lowered her head, she could not refute it. Because it is, like, a repeated coincidence.

Ummi comes when the house has not been cleaned, or even when there is no food at home.

That's why he sometimes gets a long talk of his mother-in-law.

"Ummi nyaranin cook it for the good of you too, same your husband. Not wrong, is it?"

"Neither Ummi. But, maybe because of eating that menu every day, sometimes Merr gets bored."

Umm Salma sighed, while shaking her head.

"That's the vestibule as well the floor is loose and a little dirty. If your husband comes home and keeps bringing guests, don't be shy!"

"Yes Ummi sorry, Merr will settle down."

"Yes, Ummi went home first. Don't forget the time in drinking routine. Not much stuff outside! Focus first, your pregnancy program. Ummi wants to hear good news from you soon. Understand, yes!"

"Yes, Ummi. Understand."

"Assynnya!"

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Maryam ushered her mother-in-law to the front door after which she sighed. When the motorbike had gone, away from the fence of his house. "Oh my God, I have too much work to write. I forgot to clean up. Ummi's coming first."

As soon as Maryam came in, took a broom after which swept and mopped the guest room.

Actually Akhri suggested to look for a housekeeper. But when he talked about it in front of his mother. Umm Salma disagreed.

He said there were no children in the house. Maryam should be able to take care of it herself. The house is not too wide either.

And it was also approved by Maryam. Who thinks his mother's words have a point.

But it is indeed the work of an online novel writer, who must meet the deadline every day. Make him sometimes forget time, so cool with work.