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The hot weather did not eliminate the joy of small children who were running around by the pool near the gazebo.

Chasing with his excitement, make the house like a kindergarten. Momentum that was not planned, but apparently became an opportunity to gather.

When he found out that Abinya had arrived in Jakarta, Nuha immediately asked for permission to be transferred to Rumi's house. Faqih also allows. He also said that he would return home after Dzuhur later to Rumi's house and stay overnight worried that Abi was tired if he had to go to Asemka. Because, tomorrow morning he will return to Magelang.

"A' Fawwaz, don't jail Alzah, yeah!" Nuhah cried when he saw the child was about to throw away a flip-flop belonging to his cousin who had whined to ask for it back. Debby herself who saw it was just laughing, because indeed her son was also quite crybaby, easy to cry.

Not long after, the car habib Bilal stopped near the fence of the house. Debby's sweet smile instantly expands as her tant comes.

"MashaAllah, Aunt Maryam," he muttered happily. Waiting for the car to be perfectly parked, then out also a woman while spreading a smile.

"Assalamualaikum–" Maryam walked up and stood in front of the fence greeting those who were gathering.

"Valayam warahmatullah..." Debby rushed to hug Maryam's slim body. "Happy Auntie's coming, so tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow's intention. But, her husband Aunty wants to meet Ustadz Irsyad, tuh. He said here" answered Maryam.

Debby smiled, she shook Habib Bilal's hand and answered Bilal's greeting to him.

"Assalamualaikum Brother Merr, Habib." said to them as well.

"MashaAllah, again here?" Mary asked as she hugged Noah.

"Yes, Brother." Noah answered warmly.

"Go in first, yuk. Um, Aunt..." Actually Debby was a bit how to call the man who might not be far from Faqih with a greeting Om. However, it was Bilal's own will to be called Om. He said to be the same as the Tantenya.

"Yes Deb. Emm... Mr. Kyai's here, right?" Ask Bilal.

"Go out, Om. He said the streets while pilgrimages to the tomb of Umma. But inside there is Rumi. Another shower clean up the fish pond."

"Oh..."

"Just go in" he asked again.

"Yes" Bilal answered, holding Maryam's hand, and they went inside. Debby and Nuha.

Inside, Debby allowed the two to sit down while she stepped foot, going deeper into the house to make a drink.

"Dek Nuha said he was from Cairo, huh?" ask Maryam.

"Yes Brother. Actually, the plan to Cairo was long ago. When Umma was alive. But it was delayed, and it was only two months ago. Thank goodness..."

"MashaAllah, how's it there?"

"Fun, because my husband and I went to Al-Azhar University. The college I wanted to visit. There we found many things, which made me amazed and rich at home.if you do not remember having a store at home, really want to stay."

"Haha..It's lucky to visit Egypt." Mary smiled enthusiastically.

"Thank God for once to get there. Rich in dreams, brother," replied Noah stirring while chuckling Maryam was the same. Before long Rumi came out, approaching Bilal who was sprightly immediately stood up to greet his greetings.

"After that, Bib? Sorry, but I'm taking this shower."

"No papa. I just arrived too."

"MashaAllah, sit down Bib. Abi's out again..."

Debby herself was out with a drink and two cans of cookies. Then presented it, along with that the sound of a motor entering the courtyard of the house. The children were more excited to see their grandfather return.

Of course, the children scramble to first kiss the hands of his grandfather, not to mention the noise of their voices asking to be carried by him. Ustadz Irsyad overwhelmed himself, and chose to herd his grandchildren inside while saying hello.

"Weleh-weleh.. Is there a guest, apparently?" he said when he saw Habib Bilal and also Maryam.

"Sir Kyai, how are you?" Bilal kissed the back of Ustadz Irsyad's hand three times and hugged him.

"Alhamdulillah, healthy. How are you guys?" tanya Ustadz Irsyad's.

"Thank God we are good."

"Alhamdulillah... Now it's a holiday, huh?"

"Yes, Kyai. Tomorrow morning I leave for the village. There's work there."

"Barakallah.. how many days a month off, huh? Her wealth is sparse at home huh Ce, her husband," ledek Ustadz Irsyad.

"Lumayan is rare, Ustadz. A month can be counted fingers" answered Maryam directly, who greeted the laughter of all who were there.

"Well, that's the risk of having a famous Da'i husband."

"MashaAllah." muttered Bilal in response while chuckling.

"Monggo Habib, Ce Maryam. Please enjoy a delicious treat from my daughter," Ustadz Irsyad offered. They nodded then grabbed their respective cups to drink the contents.

***

Time has entered Dzuhur. The men rushed to the mosque not far from Ustadz Irsyad's house. While the women perform Dzuhur Prayer at home.

On the way after from the mosque, the three of them walked slowly down the street. A warm chat was created between Ustadz Irsyad and Bilal, while Rumi was more of a listener.

"Pak Kyai knows, as an ordinary human being sometimes I have the desire to have offspring. Especially when I see my wife often moody. Perhaps, He himself was feeling uneasy."

"Try more effort."

"So far, not much. Alongside the same pity of his wife, I was also worried He thought I was starting to not accept him. As the years go by, his confidence is dwindling."

"Well, how else. His name is also Cece's got a mass."

Bilal sighed softly, his gaze straight towards the asphalt where he set foot.

"Try the prayer of the Prophet Zechariah as, Bib. Has it been practiced?"

"Which one, Kyai."

"That's in Ali Imran's letter verse 38." he said.

Bilal also remembered the meaning in the verse. When Zechariah was in his mihrab. There Zakariya prayed to his Lord: "My Lord, give me from Your side a good son. Verily, You are the Hearer of prayer" [Ali Imran verse 38]

"God.." murmured Bilal.

"Please practice, Bib. And try to make a vow. May Allah SWT hear the prayer, Antum."

Bilal smiled, He nodded in spirit. In his heart there were many things that suddenly filled his head. Hoping that the impossible would be easy.