Not the Wrong Matchmaker (R2)
BSJ 51: Don't Be Jealous, Mas Mas Sudourami
..."I'm not jealous, it's just that unwillingness is present without me denying its existence."...
...-Keevan'ar Radityan Az-zzioi...
...BSJ 51: Don't Be Jealous, Mas Mas Senouami...
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"Mas, how come from earlier diem mulu?"
The beautiful woman asked breaking the silence. She itches to talk herself, because from earlier her husband was just silent while staring at the heavy rain from behind the window.
Heavy rain has been raining ever since. Even the wind helps to add to it. Since entering the hospital room, her husband did not talk much. After Aurra was examined by Adnia, the man remained silent. Making Aurra uncomfortable with her husband's silence.
"Mas, don't be silent. Aurra's getting scared."
The speech is small, while pulling the end of the t-shirt worn by the husband.
"Is it angry?" Guess small.
"Or, don't you get jealous?" Keceplosan.
The handsome man turned his head, looking at the wife sharply. Aurra who had never been stared at that sharp in her life was surprised instead of playing. Over time her tears shed without being asked so scared. This bumil mood has indeed gone up and down since.
"Hiks." Van'ar was stunned, he realized when he heard his wife sobbing.
"Why, why are you crying?" He asked worriedly while wiping his wife's tears.
"Hiks, we're done, why do we keep silent?" Ask is brick.
"Why, too, see that it's hix. Kan Aurra is afraid of the hyx...."
The handsome man smiled slightly as he wiped the wife's tears. It turned out that he had unconsciously frightened his wife. It was just that Aurra was scared.
"Sstt, it's crying. I'm sorry if I nyuekin you." He calms the wife.
"The reason was diem continued, if Aurra was wrong to reprimand. Don't be diced."
Van'ar smiled little, it turns out the attitude of the flat duck bin that once now relapsed again. And the impact is exposed to the wife as a victim. "The jealous."
Van'ar knew it was hard to express himself. But to be honest it was already his flesh and blood. Knowing and falling in love with the woman who is now his wife, makes Van'ar much changed at least. He tried to fix himself more mature, in order to be able to bring his children and his wife later to the jannah of God.
"Jealous?" The wife's birthday.
"Hm, I did not expect fate to bring us together in this complexity. And then I realized, without knowing it, you're often the guardian angel for the man who broke your heart." Van'ar said at length.
"So you're jealous look at me as your brother?"
"Hm. Don't know, but it doesn't feel like."
Aurra smiled faintly at this reply of her husband.
But by Allah, Aurra has already brought everything to her. If he is reunited with the person who broke his heart, it is all His will. Most importantly for Aurra, now her heart has been firmly imprinted for the man who has become her husband. The only love that has the right to occupy his heart.
"Tapkan Aurra unfortunately the same mas, why do you have to be jealous." Hmm, Van'ar melting himself heard the wife's answer.
"Don't be jealous of your husband, because only you're here." Continue while pointing at his heart.
Van'ar smiled warmly, so incredibly happy and grateful he was because God had given him a companion to life like his wife. Perfecting the heart that has been empty with his presence.
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"Dear mom is also the same as this one's prospective mother."
He spoke softly while pecking at the head of the wife. A small smile for the woman who will accompany him to pick this up.
At least, a trust has become a strong foundation of the household they build. The existence of love completes, love also includes. All that is not spared from the painting of the fate of God who found. Make two hearts that unconsciously forgive to be united, take various paths to get the path of unification. Until the proclamation is carried out in a short time, eliminating the many obstacles in a strong ark if anything comes in the way.
"Tomorrow mas enter service in the unit?" Ask the beautiful woman while fixing the face she used for evening prayers.
Two days had been her husband sick leave, after experiencing severe nausea and vomiting. Last night she heard her husband receive a call from his boss. It is likely that tomorrow her husband will return to service in the union.
"Hm." The handsome man answered briefly while fixing his prayer tool.
The handsome man also had time to teach the letter of Joseph and Maryam requested by his wife. Said parents and scholars, reading the two letters while pregnant is a good suggestion. Reviewing the two letters aims if the baby boy, then both parents hope to be like the figure of the prophet Yusuf. If female, it should be similar to Siti Maryam.
"Tomorrow at the service, because there's already a summons." His speech.
The wife only gave a small nod, before the door scream caught the attention of the two. Showing a gallant man with a doctor handing him a fruit parcel.
"Assalamualaik."
"Getishalight." Aurra replied with a small smile behind the cover of her hijab.
The dashing figure drew closer to bad while smiling little. Among the fellow doctors, he was the only one closest to Aurra. Van'ar who saw the gelagat just a little cleared his throat to see it.
"Ah this, sorry can only come now doctor Aurra." He said while giving his luggage to his husband.
"The UGD is always full, especially when one of its best staff gets sick." Small candle.
"Yes, congratulations on your pregnancy. May the mother and baby be healthy until delivery." Word's friendly.
"Thank you doctor Andre."
Andre-doctor who is usually Aurra's partner smiled slightly. True, he was overwhelmed working when his best partner fell ill.
"Why else? How much diem?" Aurra asked as Andre had left her room.
"He's your partner's deck?" The woman nodded steadily.
"Indeed, there is nothing else on the deck, but I don't like the guy." Aurra smiled slightly, catching the masud of the husband.
"Don't be jealous, mas mas mas husband. I've been Andre's doctor's partner from three years ago." He said with a sweet smile, showing it clearly because the cover of his face was opened after he took the medicine just now.
"Ekhem, mas not jealous." The man's excuse as he passed towards the sofa.
"Where are you going?"
"Sleep." Answer Van'ar briefly.
"On the couch?"
"Hm."
"Don't." Reject the wife which certainly makes the husband squint his eyebrows
"Sleeping here, you'll get sick when you sleep on the couch." He continued while patting the empty side of his bad.
"It's all right, how will the baby get so limp?" Aurra smiled at her husband's answer. There was only one man's answer.
"Astagfiruullah haladzim, will not mas."
Van'ar nodded after listening to the wife's reply. Slowly he lay down beside his wife, hugging her petite body.
"Hm, smell the baby. I like it." Small comments.
"The smell of lemon, Aurra also likes." The great-grandson of the wife who now sleeps rests on the husband's arm.
"Baby don't make you bother when dad is on duty, don't make mother soybean too. We have to fight together baby." Lirih Van'ar while stroking the surface of the wife's flat stomach.
"Yes dad." Aurra replies to the voice of a child.
"Just you have to take care of your mother while you're on duty, son, okay?"
"Okay dad." Sahut Aurra's.
"It feels hard leaving you both."
Van'ar murmured while peeping the forehead of his dear wife. Before the two passed towards the dream island after reciting the prayer before going to bed.
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The voice of Adzan roars across the country. Develop Muslims to worship according to religious regulations. Just like a beautiful woman who just opened her eyes. Groped the bed next to him that felt empty. Though last night there was a husband who fell asleep while hugging him, providing warmth throughout the night.
He lowered his legs for a moment, walked slowly while pulling his infuse pole. Checking the bathroom but nothing, there was no husband there. He began to look for that handsome figure.
"Mas."
"Where's mas?"
"Mass?" Call her.
Until his manic caught a small fold over his mukena and prayer mat.
Aurra picked it up quickly, opened it and read it hidmat.
Assalamualaikum Waromatullahi.
Deck, sorry to leave before you wake up. I couldn't wake you up, so I left without waiting for you to wake up. They have to go to the unit. Put you and our baby to Daddy and Mommy.
Take good care of your mother (Young Mother), Ayamu (Young Father) go to the service first.
Come on, baby, and baby.
May God always protect you both, during the service. Oh, my dear you.
Waalaikumsalam Warahmatullahi.
Aurra shed her tears without asking when reading the relic letter from the suami. Somehow, there is a sense of unwillingness to be left for now. But how else, the task of the state is to call the man. She could only pray and hope that God would look after her husband wherever he was.
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To Be Continue
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kangen Anzar? I accidentally yoo, a curious day tense bin, a day baper😅😅
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Sukabumi 07 june 2020
07.07
