Mystery of Love

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Every month when I was late for a few days, I immediately did a test with a testpack. I can't wait to have a baby soon and it makes my mind stressed and sad. My husband always tries to comfort me so that I can enjoy this path of life. Not yet the time to be trusted, told to spend time alone to date, he said.

By the time we were eight months old, I was a few days late, but I didn't think I was pregnant. As if forgotten by the Almighty. Relax it feels, there is no rush to expect pregnancy like the previous months.

It's just that I went to the bathroom many times because of peeblast and it kept going. Usually when I tie my thumb with rubber and after that it will heal. But this time After my big toe was tied with rubber I still peed like a constantly-anyangen guy. Until I got tired of going back and forth to the bathroom.

Every time I brush my teeth, my teeth always bleed. And every night my legs cramp. My feet became hard and stiff. His muscles seemed to be pulled upwards. Usually in the middle of the night the symptoms came and I immediately whimpered in pain. My husband was startled and immediately woke up and then reflexed the foot that I was holding. But the massage of my husband's hand made him even more sick.

"ojok kersane.., huhu hu......" (Don't... leave it alone..!) I cried for a few minutes because it hurt so much. My husband just looked at me because he couldn't do anything. Finally little by little the pain gradually disappeared and my legs were squeezing as usual.

When I realized that my period had not come yet when the time had already passed a few days. I immediately asked my husband to buy a test pack at the pharmacy again. Although there is fear if the result is negative as it has been but I still want to

tried again.

In the morning when going to dawn prayer I took a testpack with a chest pounding for fear but curiosity to know the truth. I collect urine in the basin of my palm not in the container as is usually done by women in general. I closed my eyes as I put the little tool in my urine. I waited for a few seconds while biting my lips for fear that the results were not as expected.

It turns out line two, ohhhh.., thank you Alloh Alhamdulillah.,... Glad, the long-awaited finally came too.

My husband, who had just returned from the morning prayer at the musholla, asked me how it turned out.

"Positive.." I answered while hugging him. My happy tears just spilled in the arms of my beloved husband. As if not believing because it gained the trust of God who has bestowed life in my womb.

He hugged her and rubbed my head and kissed my hair. We are grateful for his blessings and gifts. Pray with a soft voice that Allah may make him a righteous son, who fears Allah and obeys his apostles, may he be a warmonger for us his parents.

My husband kissed my stomach and prayed

رَبِّ هَبْ لِي مِنَ الصَّالِحِينَ

رَبَّنَا هَبْ لَنَا مِنْ أَزْوَٰجِنَا وَذُرِّيَّٰتِنَا قُرَّةَ أَعْيُنٍ وَٱجْعَلْنَا لِلْمُتَّقِينَ إِمَامًا

ٱلْمُحَرَّمِ رَبَّنَا لِيُقِيمُوا۟ ٱلصَّلَوٰةَ فَٱجْعَلْ أَفْـِٔدَةً مِّنَ ٱلنَّاسِ تَهْوِىٓ إِلَيْهِمْ وَٱرْزُقْهُم مِّنَ ٱلثَّمَرَٰتِ لَعَلَّهُمْ يَشْكُرُونَ

We reported the good news to our family and all welcomed it with great joy especially my parents because this is the first grandchild for them.

Our days went on like a couple in general. Small quarrels often colored our household. It was all because of my explosive emotions as well because of the stubbornness that dominated my mind. Fortunately my husband was always able to endure and be patient.

He was the most patient person I knew, but I still did not know myself and often angry indistinctly at him. I silenced him when I was angry, I wanted him to know what was inside my heart. He should have known what I wanted. So stupid of me.

While God who knows what is in the heart of man alone still wants to hear the expression of love of his creature through the mouth.

The alphatihah reading in the prayer must be pronounced law. It is not legal to pray if one does not read al-Fatiha. According to the scholars, the content of the letter alfatihah is a compliment, an expression of love and surrender of a servant. If the Allaah who knows everything just ask his creature to express his feelings verbally, I even acted foolishly by forcing my husband who was just an ordinary man to understand my heart and mind.

One night I was angry because he went to his parents' house and didn't come home. I opened the door with my lips pursed, not wanting to look at her and not talking to her. Anyway I'm angry.

I went straight up to the bed and slept on my back because my waist hurt when I slept on my side. He wanted to sleep on his back but what power it seemed like the baby did not want to do that to his father .

My husband knows I'm angry but doesn't know what he's wrong. That's why he didn't dare to approach me. He also intended to sleep beside me but when he saw my stomach he was silent for a moment making me look at his gaze. It turns out my stomach poked a little. It turned out and I just realized it.

My husband timidly held my stomach and whispered there. Pray for your child by closing his eyes. Once until finally he kissed my stomach by sticking his lips for a few seconds.

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Suakno ne bojoku. Not fussing....

Sorry nggeh well.. sorry sorry sorry thousands sorry for all my selfishness. May the older be more patient and wise