Not Planned Love (R3)

116. Enveloped in Anxiety

116. Enveloped in Anxiety

The cry of two mothers is unstoppable when reunited with their children. Especially after being separated by the distance and time that is so stretched. Only do’a on the creator can be a solver in every opportunity. Now, that distance and time have been eroded, so as not to create such a meaningful distance.

“Why mom and mom even cry to welcome Dadav's return?”

The young man who looked more and more mature than the last time they saw it revealed a faint smile. The two hands of the middle-aged woman had him salami alternately, he had also been imbued with a short kiss.

“Dadav came home not to see mother Aurra same mom hurt,” he said. “Dadav comes home because he misses to meet.”

Lunar—the biological mother of the young man seemed powerless to hold back tears. His eyes were not one bit separated from the son. His heart that he had not seen in person for a long time. Even in the early days of his departure to New York, the baby was hard to contact. If Lunar or her husband were to visit or have a business trip to New York, they would take the time to stop by the Pradipta mansion, but they rarely get to meet.

He said their son, whose full name is Davian Arion De Prameswari, was busy getting an education and also running training. Unlike his peers, most of the time Davian spent studying and practicing. He also actively participated in exercises and experiments through missions with the lightest category to moderate and heavy coverage.

The Radityan residence has also had several times the arrival of two foreigners who asked about the whereabouts of Davian Arion De Prameswari. Judging from a firm and formal speech to her appearance, Lunar and her husband can judge if they are not ordinary people.

“Already, mother. Don't cry.” Now it was the turn of another young man who spoke up.

His right hand has moved several times to wipe the tears that fall from the eyelids of the mother. Aurra couldn't help but cry, not expecting her son to have returned home safely. Since having a husband of a state servant, there has always been anxiety that comes and goes. Not to mention now that the profession was continued by the youngest. Arion rarely goes home because he has to serve from one island to another, even the youngest also plans to participate in the selection at the TNI Peace Maintenance Mission Center. From the selection process, will be selected personnel from the TNI AD, AU, and AL who will be dispatched to the conflict country under the Garuda Contingent.

As Aurra's mother, she was proud to have her son serve the country. However, part of his heart is always hit by negative thoughts if only the son lost contact with the family. Not to mention if Arion steadily joined the Garuda Contingent sent to a conflict country, then life is at stake.

“Arion doesn't like to see you cry because of Arion. Mother should smile when welcoming Arion's return. Unless Arion comes home with a stay name—“

“Astagfirullah, Arion can't say that,” cut Aurra fast. The two hands of the middle-aged woman were holding the arms of the powerful son. “Mother cries because it is nice to see Arion coming home healthy and safe.”

“Then now you do not cry anymore, or Arion will be scolded by Father and brother for making you cry.”

Aurra nodded. The mother of three children was indeed crying because she felt overwhelmed to see the son. His youngest son who has long been unable to attend every family event. Only the news and letters are heard. It was not his appearance that many people had missed. As a mother, Aurra never differentiated her sons and daughters. However, Arion who was born as the youngest child as much as possible get more attention, because it is common knowledge if sometimes the youngest child has a difference with the first or middle child. Either by nature or character.

Moreover, Arion was his son was very quiet and indifferent. Beyond his father and brother. If Arsyad had Arra as a companion to share the grievances, the youngest did not have such an opportunity. In the Radityan family, Arion is also the youngest child. He doesn't have many friends like Arsyad and Arra—kakakakakya— because of his quiet and indifferent nature.

The return of two other sons of that age then became a special guest at the event asyakuran first child Arsyad and Kara. The emergence of Davian and Arion also certainly stole a lot of attention, especially the Eve. They were stunned and fascinated by the good looks and prowess of two State servants who served through different paths. Not a few invited guests who were present asked about who the two young men were, because both were rarely seen present at events that were often held by the Radityan family.

Had been delayed for some time, the first 4-monthly event of the son-in-law in the fourth generation then took place in accordance with a well-conceived plan. The event went smoothly and smoothly, starting from the opening, celebration, a series of study events, sholawatan, compensation to the end of the event.

Arsyad as the father of the fetus that is residing in the womb of the wife also get the opportunity to chant do’a for their prospective baby. The beautiful man loudly chanted sentence after sentence do’a which he mastered to pray for the baby.

“Allahummahfazd waladii maadaama fii bathnika wasyfihi anta syaafil laa syifaa ila syofaauka syifaa allaa yughaadiru saqama.

Allahumma showwirhu hasanata watabbit qalbahu iipatanambika wabi rasuulika. Allahumma akhrijhu mimbathnii waqta wilaadatii sahlaw watasliimaa.

Allahummaj’alhu shohiihan kaamilaw wa’aaqilan hadziqon ‘aliman ‘aamilaa.

Allahumma thenwil ‘umrohu washohhih badaahu wahasan khuluqohu wafshoh lisaanahu wa ahsin shoutahu liqirooatil hadiitsi walquraani bibarakati muhammadin shollallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam. Walhamdulillahi robbil ‘aalamiin.”

Do’a is chanted with a tartil reading and a pleasant sound heard. Arsyad also read the meaning of the do’a in a clear and clear voice so that the invited guests who were present heard and always followed.

“Yes Allah, watch over her while she is in her mother's womb. Keep him safe, for You are a healthful substance. There is no healing but healing from You, a healing that leaves no disease.

O Allah, Form him in the belly of his mother in good shape and establish his heart in faith in You and Your Apostle.

O Allah, take him out of his mother's belly at his birth easily in safety and with a beautiful and perfect form.

O Allah, make him a healthy and perfect child, a wise and intelligent person, and willing to put his knowledge into practice.

O Allah, extend his age, so that his body, give him good deeds, be eloquent and give his voice to recite the Quran and the Alhadist with the blessings of Prophet Muhammad SAW. And praise be to You.”

After ending his prayer reading, Arshad's hand that had settled on the surface of the wife's distended stomach moved to the side of the wife's face. Dielus side of the wife's face with affection, before Arsyad lowered his head in order to drop a kiss on the surface of his wife's stomach. Greet the baby who lives there.

That sweet moment no doubt made most of the women who were there so jealous of Kara's position. The beautiful woman has a handsome husband who is handsome, considerate, affectionate, well-established, and can be responsible. Among those envious hearts, there are those who regret Arsyad being a match with Kara, because for him there are other women who are more suitable to be with Arsyad. He who sits among the santriwati can only keep it all to himself, before it is shared with someone who is far more familiar with Arshad out there.

At around nine pm in western Indonesia, the Tasyakuran Kara event was completed. The invited guests began to gradually leave the Radityan residence, leaving behind a few people who happened to be relatives and family members.

“Papi also be careful. Take care of your health, do not eat late and take multivitamins. Don't let Kara hear papi is sick because of soy sauce.”

“Of course, honey.” The middle-aged man dropped a single kiss on the princess' forehead. “My daughter and future grandchild well while I'm away,” he said later, turning to the son-in-law.

The son-in-law nodded in response. “Sure.”

Tyoga—papi Kara— small nod, then revealed a faint smile as he looked back at the princess. Tyoga has to go to the United Arab Emirates tonight as there are scheduled working visits to several countries in the Middle East, one of which is the United Arab Emirates. Tyoga will also visit the holy cities of Mecca and Medina on his working schedule. Two cities that have not been visited by the wife since the woman converted to Islam.

“When you go home later papi will bring Ajwa dates and Sakari a lot so that princess papi happy.”

The princess who was already glazed could not help but smile. Since the age of Kara's womb entered the 16th week, she really likes to eat dates. Especially Ajwa and Sakari. Ajwa dates or commonly called nabi— dates because it is said that Ajwa dates are the first dates planted by the prophet Muhammad SAW— known as the most delicious dates with thicker and chewy meat. Ajwa date taste itself is not too sweet, a little sour, similar to raisins. Ajwa date color also tends to be blackish brown, more concentrated than ordinary dates which are generally brownish. The surface of Ajwa dates is also more shriveled when compared to other types of dates.

As for the sugar and nutrient content, Ajwa dates have 77 percent sugar, which consists of 0.5 percent sucrose, 34.5 percent glucose, and 25.6 percent fructose. There is also a mineral content of 3 percent. This number is more than ordinary dates which only reach 1.5 to 2.7 percent. The content of calcium in Ajwa dates is higher, which is about 1.22 grams per 100 grams. In a hadith, Muhammad also recommended eating Ajwa dates 7 grains a day to avoid various types of diseases.

While cherry dates themselves are known as honey dates, because they have a sweeter taste and yellow color.

After delivering the departure of Kara's father, the couple returned home. More precisely to the dining room, where some families are gathering and talking. There are also those who are filling the stomach that rumble post busy taking care of the tasyakuran event.

“Eat, bang, mbak,” bargain Davian who looks is taking rice with passion. After landing at Soekarno Hatta airport, he immediately pumped gas into Radityan mansion. No wonder he is hungry now.

“Dadav eat same what?” ask Kara kindly.

“With sour vegetable soup aka vegetable asem,” replied the owner of the name joke. “Added cow empal and sambal of course.”

“Wah, it looks good.”

“OF courses. It is rare to find someone in NYC,”, added Davian, who makes people laugh. Davian the happy virus has returned. Carrying also the nature of his humor that no one has, not least his twin brother.

Before enjoying the food he had taken, Davian first walked towards Arsyad and Kara. The young man then knelt down before Kara, right facing Kara's distended belly. It was suddenly a spectacle for family members, and invited question marks. What is the underlying reason for the middle's behavior.

“Hai, little nephew. This is Om Davian. Om that you made a spectacle in Shibuya because cosplay became Sailor Moon while taking photos of the same statue of Hachiko. Remember?”

Davian's words were constant to make Aroon and Davin laugh, even almost ngakak. Made Davian look at his twin with glaring eyes. Arsyad and Kara, who also remember the incident in Shibuya at the time, feel bad for themselves. While other family members who just learned the information, certainly made surprised.

“You've grown big and healthy huh, in your mother's stomach? Pray that you will always be given health and safety until you are born into this world. May you be a good child, devoted to both parents, a genius, and useful to the family, religion, nation and nation. Sorry if later Om can not visit you at birth to this world. Most importantly, you must remember if Om who was a victim of ‘ngidam’ really loves you.”

The atmosphere that had been filled with jokes and laughter, suddenly became quiet and silent. Davian realized that his sentence had brought a significant change to the atmosphere in the room.

“Bang, can you please not?” the question then, still with a witty tone stuck in it.

Arsyad nodded small. Let his brother greet his future baby in there.

Getting the green light from Arsyad, Davian certainly did not waste the opportunity. “Gak thought it would be om so soon,” kekehnya after pulling his hand back. “Later Arra tea, Alea tea, Davin, same Aroon will also have a wife and baby. More crowded this mansion.”

“You will also get married and have a baby, Dav,” correct the twin. It's like Davian doesn't like to talk like that.

Davian smiled mysteriously as he took over the plate containing his food. “Hm, maybe,” he said ambiguously.

“Dav, what are you talking about, baby? Don't tell me you...” Lunar who was worried immediately spoke up, but was cut off by the son.

“Mama calm down, what you think now is not necessarily true,” correction the son. “Dadav want to eat first, laper. Dadav wants to talk to mom and dad.”

I don't know what Davian is planning, but the attitude of the young man is very strange for his family.

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