Meet a Mate in Pesantren

Chapter 139

At eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the streets are densely creeping, especially soon hours of rest office workers, it will certainly be jammed. Syifa was seen several times closing her mouth, her head felt dizzy again, but this time the nausea was more domineering, her stomach felt in the somersault, nausea and wanted to vomit all over its contents.

Bani noticed the wife. mimic and look Syifa's face is different from usual. despite having time to polish the face with simple makeup, but still looks a little pale.the man became busy thinking about Syifa, Syifa, what's wrong with his wife ? strange and not as usual. "Are you really okay, what ?" the question came back to Syifa. not sure if his wife is okay, the man was just worried, Bani was afraid Syifa why - why.

"Yes, Brother. Syifa is fine" said Syifa with a faint smile, but Bani looked at her with a probing look, as if she could not believe the answer. "Why did you see him so much ? Syifa is good - good, dear brother" continued Syifa.

Thirty minutes after splitting the busy road, Bani's car arrives in front of a boutique, and Fariz and Rara's family await their arrival.

"I'm sorry if we're late" Umi told everyone.

"Well, let's go in" said Rara's mother.

One by one the families who tried their uniforms, they were busy trying clothes one by one, but not with Syifa, he chose to sit in a chair, because his head back dizzy.

"Are you okay ?" bani asked again to see his wife who was silent from earlier.

"Syifa is fine" Syifa said with a smile.

Almost an hour they were there, but when they wanted to go home Bani whispered something to Umi and Umi was only seen nodding when Bani whispered something in her ear.

"Let's go home" asked Bani.

"Where's the noodle ?" ask Syifa.

"Umi wants to go home with Fariz, let's go home first". Bani and Syifa also say goodbye to Umi and Rara's family.

Rara saw the look on the face of her future sister-in-law was different from usual, making her ask her future father-in-law about the state of her future sister-in-law.

"Umi, Brother Syifa seems to be sick, yes, his face is very pale ?".

"Umi also did not know, from this morning Syifa complained of a headache, just in the car he was like a nauseous person .

"Why not go to the doctor ?".

"Bani had persuaded him, but Syifa refused, so now want to go directly to the doctor without Syifa's knowledge, hopefully this is a good sign". either since when umi put great hope about the current state of Syifa.

"What is Umi ?" rara asked confusedly.

"May this be a sign for happiness" Umi said full of hope.

Rara frowned, digesting the faithful word that came out from the mouth of her future in-laws. Pain as a sign of happiness ? where there is pain as a sign of happiness.bantin Rara asked - ask, even he did not understand the meaning of happiness that Umi meant. May Sister Syifa be well - Rara's prayer in her heart.

While Syifa was confused, because the road through her husband with a different path. " Dear, where are we going, this is not the way to our house or Umi's house ?" ask Syifa to wonder - wonder.

Nausea and vomiting ? headache and weakness and laziness ? is that perhaps the sign ? it used to be a sign of dizziness, too. Batin Ali guessed - nebak. the man remembered the incident when Syifa dizzy to nausea vomiting and in addition he had read an article about the signs of women who are positive pregnant. the next few seconds a thin smile emerged from Bani's lips. In his heart he was harboring great expectations, if only what he was thinking at the moment came true.

After a twenty-minute journey, the car that Bani drove entered a clinic, making Syifa frown on her forehead.

"Abang, why are you here, is there a brother who is sick ?" ask Syifa curiously.

"We check with the doctor" Bani persuaded with a sweet smile on her lips.

"But, Bang. . ".

"Abang doesn't accept rebuttals, dear".

"Yes we go to the doctor, Brother" Syifa resigned. if it has issued a firm tone that means Bani does not want to accept rejection.

Entering the Clinic, Bani immediately registered Syifa to polystyrene. Syifa had frowned, confused.why even to the poly content ? he's just dizzy.

"How, doc ? my wife why ?" ask Bani.

Doctor Yesi, an obstetrician and gynecologist, was examining Syifa. After a nurse examined blood pressure, now the doctor was seen pressing on Syifa's lower abdomen. "It's okay, sir. The stomach acid is high, so that's what's causing your wife nausea and dizziness".

The doctor's explanation makes Bani a little disappointed, in contrast to Syifa who looks more relaxed. "I give you a prescription drug, later cane in the pharmacy, yes sir. a lot of rest yes, mbak. do not be late to eat and reduce excessive activity" the doctor advised Syifa.

Not one word came out of Bani's mouth when he came home. Syifa understood that her husband was in disappointment. Syifa also always chant the same hope.however, what power if the one who became the dream has not been given to them.man can only make hope, crochet desire, and so on, but we must not forget that the main determinant is Allah Ta'ala.

Syifa was still fixed on her echo.she was too afraid to just open her voice.Silent strokes on the two petals Bani still seemed clear.so Syifa preferred silence rather than mispronounce.

Until at Umi's house in the afternoon, Bani immediately cleansed her body while Syifa chose to lay her body on the bed.

"Ang to the pesantren first, all salat asar congregation, you are okay - what brother lives" said Bani.

"Syifa is okay".

When Bani will come out of the house, he also passed by Umi who just came.

"Where is the result ?" ask Umi who can't wait for Bani's answer.

"Syifa sick The stomach acid rises, so that's what causes Syifa nausea and dizziness" replied Bani lirih, very clearly look disappointed in Bani's face. "maybe Bani is too excessive in responding to it".

"Patience son, maybe this is not your sustenance son" said Umi gave encouragement to his son.not only Bani who felt disappointed, but also, but Umi also who has put great hope it must also swallow disappointment for the umpteenth time.

O Allah, how many trials have befallen our children's household, the trials come on and on, may you raise their degrees Umi prayed in her heart.