Marry handsome ustad

Bonschap 23 (Totally End)

Zahra was pacing in the hospital corridor, precisely in front of the room that would be her place for delivery. Ustad Zaki faithfully accompanied him, never even letting go of his hand to his wife.

Zahra occasionally stopped her steps as the contractions returned and Zaki immediately embraced and rubbed his wife's back while reciting prayers for her, kissing the back of her hand.

An hour, two hours passed the contractions were getting more and more frequent. Starting from half an hour once, until now it is only five minutes and feels stronger.

Zahra continued to bite her lower lip as the contractions intensified, her hand also clutching tightly to the husband's arm hoping that the pain would lessen slightly.

"You are strong, dear" whispered ustad Zaki on the sidelines of his prayer.

"Eughhhhh," slowly the contraction began to be accompanied by a desire to twitch. "Mas, Zahra is no longer strong to stand up" he said with a breath that began to sting.

"Help me up, yes" gently ustad Zaki helped Zahra get on the bed.

"Eughhhh," again Zahra wanted to convulse with a hand that tightly grasped the husband's arm. "Ahhhhh, mom. Allah, O Allah." - He groaned in his groans.

Retno approached Zahra with her two nurses. This has been the last time that Retno doctors approached Zahra to examine her, starting from the opening of five, six, seven, eight.

"Let me check first ya buk Zahra." said doctor Retno and they again took a position while Ustad Zaki chose to wait for Zahra beside him with his hand that continues to wipe the top of the head of the zahra and the other hand he used for Zahra's grasp.

"It's not ten, it's time, sir, buk." said doctor Retno and a nurse took a variety of equipment for labor.

"Well, now start yes buk Zahra. Follow my instructions" said doctor Retno after taking the position and Zahra just nodded her head. He has tried several times to shake.

"Come buk, ready yes. Take a strong breath first. One two three, let's get it out."

"Eughhhh,"

"Again buk, his head is almost visible. Breathe in, one two three, let out."

"Eughhhh,"

"Come buk, his head is almost out. Stronger still buk. Take breath. One two three."

"Eughhh,"

I don't know how many times Zahra was helped by the doctor Retno and two nurses twitched. Until the sound of crying babies echoed in the room, Ustad Zaki immediately rained a kiss on the face of the wife who was filled with sweat, and she was, thanksgiving unceasingly came out of Zaki's lips accompanying the baby's crying voice.

"Alhamdulillah, mother, father, baby girl, healthy" said doctor Retno.

"Alhamdulillah," again thanksgiving came out of the lips of Zaki.

"After the baby is cleaned, the father can immediately accuse. Previously, please take care of the administration first yes, all of you ask for an identifier in the administration yes sir."

"Okay doc, please take care of my wife doc."

"Sure sir."

While Zaki was taking care of the administration, the nurse began to clean Zahra's body and change her clothes.

***

Mr. Warsi and Ms. Narsih immediately looked for the room that had been shown by ustad Zaki, he was escorted by Imron.

"This is a buk koyok e room" said Mr. Warsi while matching the writing on his phone screen with the one above the door of the room.

"Oh Iyo sir, really."

Mr. Warsi immediately opened the door and sure enough he could see Zahra who was sitting on her bed holding a baby, while iftad Zaki was talking to someone on the phone like it was Zaki's old man.

"Assynolt,"

Saying Mr. Warsi managed to stop Zaki's recent conversation,

"Waalaikum salam" said Zahra and Ustad Zaki together.

"Please come in, buk." ustad Zaki immediately invited his two in-laws to enter.

Mr. Warsi and Ms. Narsih entered, they immediately approached her daughter. Asking the situation of the princess and replacing Zahra held the baby. Ustad Zaki ended his phone call immediately. Experiencing both in-laws as well as Imron mas.

"The impression of ibuk mules kept his stomach from yesterday, it turns out his mother wanted to be born" said Bu Narsih while weighing his grandson.

"This bus can be, which is the birth of Zahra who cooks mules ibuk." said Zahra with a smile like he had forgotten the pain he had just gone through a few hours ago.

"It could be nduk, la wong used to fit your mother to worry about you, the father who mules all night. Tuh mas you still remember, just ask." said Mr. Warsi while looking at his eldest son.

Zahra too, wanted to make sure that what the father said was true,

"Oh my God, that's how it is." Zahra smiled in disbelief.

"Who is this the plan of his name?" ask Ms. Narsih later, "Let this mbah be nice to call."

"I don't know, mas ustad it's a buk that gives you names. Zahra is not following me."

"Mazaya, call me Aja buk. Later his long name let Zaki think again." said ustad Zaki as he rubbed his daughter's cheek gently. She could not stop being grateful every time she looked at her daughter's beautiful face, praying that her heart would be as beautiful as her face.

"What a pretty name. Aja." said the Warsi sir who was no less grateful.

"aza. Sir, not Aja." Zahra protested.

"You're usually called Jahra not to protest."

A burst of laughter filled the room.

***

Zahra stood at the front door, greeting the farewell guests. Today is the occasion for the Aza as well as the aqiqah.

Ustad Zaki deliberately invited the relatives and also the neighbors. Zaki's parents also since Aza was born have not returned to Bandung, the plan will be back after this selapanan event.

Ustad Farid also came with his wife, Wahid as well but he did not have long because he had to return to Malang soon.

Until finally now in the house of ustad Zaki is not a nuclear family and people who began to dismantle the tent.

Zahra had already returned to the room because Aza was crying for *****. Ustad Zaki chose to sit outside while chatting with his ashes and also Mr. Warsi while the women chose to help clean up the kitchen and living room are still messy.

But to Zahra's question, throughout the show he did not see Ina's whereabouts at all. Supposedly if calculated from the day of the application, his brother and this has been married.

"Well, this is what I put here." It doesn't seem like a coincidence anymore, when Zahra thought of Imron, the man appeared while showing me an elliptical cable.

"Yes, oh yeah. Zahra can ask?"

Zahra's question undoes Imron's intention to go back, he also approached his sister and nephew. He sat down beside Zahra,

"What do you want to ask?"

"It_?"

"We're not getting married" Imron replied briefly.

"What's wrong?"

"Obviously not because of you." said Imron while wiping the top of his sister's head, he stood up, "Yeah, mas not good if not help. Then keep it up again."

****

Seventeen years later.

"Aza doesn't want to go to the pesantren."

"There were grandparents there, and Azam and Azzura too. You won't be lonely."

"Have you not loved the same Aza?"

"It is precisely my dear mother that my father told you to go to the boarding school."

"Huge,"

"Aza, I've prepared the ticket. I'll take you to the airport."

"No, Aza wants to be the same uncle Amir." said Aza as he passed leaving Zahra who could only shake her head while rubbing her chest that was holding back emotions facing her stubborn daughter.

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