Love Shielded Risue

desire A'a

On the way home from Ustadz Irsyad's house. Bilal took his wife's hand with his left.

Merr who felt the husband kiss the hand could only look over in wonder.

Not to mention the time when her husband berta'awudz, before reading the basmalah and some verses in the Qur'an. Merr just listened, with a calm heart. Bilal recites the verse with his beautiful and soothing voice.

"You know what letter that is?"

"Mariam?" He asked, because he heard the words Maryam and Zachariah. So he thought it was Maryam's letter. Bilal himself smiled and shook his head.

"Don't you, that's Ali Imran's letter. In the letter, there is the story of Mary's mother as well, along with the Prophet Zechariah. The story that makes A'a back convinced, that we will definitely have offspring."

Merr looked at her husband's face with an inexplicable look.

"Every time we pray, we multiply this prayer. Rabbi hab lii mil ladunka zurriyatan taiyibatan innaka samii'ud du'aaa'* later A'a note it on paper."

*(O Lord, give me good seed from Your side, verily You are All-Hearing.)

Merr let out a lethargic sigh, "A'a really want to have kids, huh?"

Bilal fell silent, focused on the road ahead and chose to pull over for a moment. Then look before reaching for the wife's hand.

"Every man who is married, would want to have a child from his wife, Merr," he replied carefully making Mary smile wryly. It was as if his heart had been pinched back. Remembering the memory of the past.

Could it be that A'a was waiting for me to offer him, to remarry in order to have children? (Mar)

"Darling, think what?" tanya Bilal broke the reverie of the wife. Maryam also nodded.

"A'a know I can't give you the right of descent, since I decided to accept you first." she replied softly. "I don't want to feel the pain of a previous marriage."

"Merr. You must have caught it wrong. I don't mean it."

Maryam still set her sights on her husband. I don't know why he suddenly felt upset. Bilal only talks about the word. But I don't know, lately the woman is indeed more sensitive if mentioned about children.

"Aren't you saying yes, if you want to have a child?"

"A human desire, dear," he answered patiently.

"I know the human desire, I am the same, but how, I m*ndul A'a," he said. As if he could not hold back his tears, Merr cried.

"Sir, istighfar. Let's talk about this with a cold head. You are now very sensitive. It wasn't gini before, was it?" Bilal tried to calm down, wiping away the tears that ran down his wife's cheeks.

"When you start breaking the same promise of our marriage."

"Astagfirullah al'azim, on his mother's side, dear? Wallahi I have no intention to deny you."

"You realize, don't you? Lately we often talk about heredity. I'm gonna be stressed..."

"alright. I'm sorry. If I make you uncomfortable because of that," Bilal relented.

Merr rubbed her own tears, distracting herself from the husband's warm gaze.

"I'm getting older, it's automatically the hope of having children is getting thinner. My age is almost forty, and my husband is young and fresh. Many fans! Not even once twice in the bargain your teacher to marry a woman. Not to mention the worshipers who beg to be made a second wife, third, fourth! How can I not be more worried about this. Didn't they see I was your wife?" rancunya upset.

"Udah dong, don't go anywhere." Bilal restrained his smile, when he saw Maryam was upset.

"You know how, all this time I've been harboring my annoyance, huh! it's overflowing because you've added it..."

"Oh Allah, I just read the verse."

Merr let out a rough sigh, unable to answer anymore. Bilal re-read a piece of his verse.

"Qoola Rabbi annaa yakuunu lii ghulaamunw wa qad balaghaniyal kibaru wamraatii 'aaqirun qoola kazaalikal laahu yaf'alu maa yashaaa'..." Bilal read the verse with a slightly high tone of voice, leaving Mary speechless with a slightly submissive look toward her husband. "He (Zechariah) said, 'My Lord, how can I have a child when I am very old and my wife m*ndul?' He (God) said, 'Thus, Allah does what He wills.' That's Ali Imran verse 40."

Merr was still unable to speak, other than understanding the meaning of the verse that Bilal had read earlier.

"A'a discuss it so that you are sure of the power of Allah SWT. A'a just believe you'll be able to love me son, Merr. Accepting it does not mean resigned...understand, no?"

Maryam nodded slowly.

"Yes A'.." she answered softly.

"Dengerin A'a. And A'a asked you to remember this. If we have children, whether men or women. A'a will educate him, if A'a men will love the name of Him Yahya, in order to have a soft heart and Soleh like Prophet Yahya as. If she's a girl, A'a will love her the name Fatimah..."

"Aamiin, Aamiin yes rabbal alamin," murmured Maryam.

"A'a ask, you don't doubt your own condition. Stay strong belief, so that the prayer we offer is not mental again," said Bilal, Merr nodded, smiling. "It's not the same anymore, is it A'a?"

Merr shook her head, "don't want to continue sprains, afraid you're the one who's angry."

"Hahaha.astagfirullah al'azim." Bilal touched his cheeks and kissed his wife softly. "Sorry. But promise not to be so prejudiced again, huh? Horror if the husband speaks, do not conclude by himself."

"Yes, A' Bilal."

"Pinter!" He muttered with his lips on his back as his hands worked to rotate the car contacts to revive his car engine.

***

Tomorrow...

Before dawn Merr began to be busy preparing suitcases and other necessities belonging to her husband. Bilal himself moved after performing the Sunnah prayer. He has been bathing since two o'clock and praying until three this morning.

"Such a clock" he murmured as he sat down and drank his cereal.

"Time is fast" he replied. Bilal again put the glass near the table and then pulled his wife slowly to sit in front of him. Hugging his wife from behind.

"I'm sorry, I'm staying a while this time."

"It's not papa, I understand. Although honest if you travel far gini like to be sad."

Bilal smiled, responding to the wife's words with a gentle kiss on the shoulder.

"Why do you want to go home?"

"Not asking for anything. All you want is for me to surprise you for coming home early."

"MashaAllah. It's impossible to go home early, baby."

"Yes" Merr turned and kissed her husband on the cheek. "Not yet to go, but I'm missing, aja..."

"Times?"

"Yes..." Kiss again and again.

"Don't just cheek, dong."

"What's the same?"

"It's..." Bilal pointed at his own lips.

"You want that?"

"Yes," she replied, closing her eyes while her lips smiled sweetly.

"MashaAllah..." Merr kissed the lips of her husband who was swiftly restrained Bilal while holding the head of the back of Maryam until her body was pushed. Bilal and Maryam laughed, staring at each other. "I love you, A'.. be well there. keep your eyes, keep the heart of the demon woman..."

Bilal who was at the bottom laughed. "Yes, wife. Me too, Merr. Dear to you. Take care of your slander as long as A'a isn't home, yeah..."

Maryam nodded. There was a knock on the door outside their room. Ummi Isti called the two, because Beben was ready outside.

On the terrace, Mary kissed her husband's hand. Bilal touched his forehead praying.

"I walk first, Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam. Careful, yes A'..."

"Iya–" Bilal stepped closer to the car before entering he turned for a moment to his wife and smiled and returned to say hello while opening the car door and then entering. The car drove slowly, then disappeared from behind the fence of the house. Maryam sighed, she must understand her husband's work, and hope that her husband will always be in the protection of Allah SWT.