Rainbow At The End of Longing

21. The Power of Allah Subhanahu Wata'ala

⁇ ️: Assalamu'alaikum, Shofi. Sorry really, today my sister can not nemenin you check the womb to the doctor. Inara fever. His fussy son does not want to be left behind. But Bang Langit had already said, if later he will nyusulin you after checking the state of the restaurant for a while. So you wait until Bang Langit comes, yes. Anyway you don't go home alone. Just be careful if you do not wait for Bang Langit.

I smiled reading the message from my sister-in-law. A warm feeling filled the recesses of my heart. All the attention and affection of Kak Jani as well as Bang Langit made me feel like I had an older brother of my own.

So did Papa Surya and Mama Wulan. The two of them are not just my in-laws, but they are like my own biological parents as well. In my heart I am very grateful to Allah Subhanahu wata'ala because all the family Mas Awan so considerate and love me, Keinan, also the baby I am carrying right now.

I then typed in a reply message for Kak Jani.

️: Yes, Brother. Not a pa-pa. Hopefully Inara will recover and be healthy again soon. Okay Brother, I will definitely wait for Bang Langit to come and will not go home alone. I promise 😊

After replying to that message from Kak Jani, I then rushed to go downstairs. Papa Surya, Mama Wulan, and Keinan must have been waiting for me to have breakfast together.

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"Don't you really need me, Shof?" ask Papa Surya.

After delivering Keinan to his school earlier, currently our car driven by Mr. Yanto was stopped in front of the hospital, where I will check my contents.

"No, Pa. Not a pa-pa. Will Bang Langit also nyusulin Shofi here," I replied with a smile.

"Yes, that's it. Later if there is nothing and the sky has not until you directly contact Papa, yes. Anyway you can't go home alone" Papa Surya said.

"Yes, Pa," I said. "Well, if that's it I'm going down right now, Pa."

Papa Surya nodded his head. I then grabbed Papa Surya's right hand and kissed him on the back.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Pa," my regards

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. You be careful, yes," replied Papa Surya with a message back.

"Sure, Pa. Mari Pak Yanto, assalamu'alaikum," said to Mr. Yanto as well.

"Yes, son Shofi. Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Mr. Yanto.

I then got off the car owned by Papa Surya. After waving for a moment, I rushed to get into the hospital and headed to the poly-gynous section.

After doing a re-list in the administration I then wait in the waiting chair that has been provided in front of the hospital's polystyrene. Waiting until finally my name was called by the nurse on duty.

I looked to my left and right. Some pregnant women like myself are also waiting for their turn to be examined by a doctor. I can see the happiness of those who are waiting for their turn to check with the company of their respective husbands. They were chatting and joking with their husbands at this time.

Without realizing it, my tears just came. I immediately wiped the tears on my cheek.

"Mas Cloud. We all miss you" I said, wiping my big belly.

Moments later my name was called by a nurse who served in the gynecology section of this hospital. It was finally my turn to be examined by a doctor. Because Bang Langit still did not come too, I finally entered alone into the examination room of the doctor in the polygynous.

Thank God, Doctor Cahya said that the condition of my baby is healthy. Everything is normal and the development is also in line with what it should be. I am very grateful and thank Doctor Cahya and the nurses who served there.

After being examined by a doctor, I then waited for drugs and vitamins in the pharmacy.

Bang Langit apparently sent a message that he was on his way to this hospital. He also apologized because there was suddenly a little problem at the restaurant, so Bang Langit was too late to follow me to the hospital.

I then immediately typed in a reply message for Bang Langit.

A moment later I heard a message coming in from my phone. It turned out to be a reply from Bang Langit. I opened it too.

️: Okay, Shofi. Brother is arriving soon. Later Brother directly nyusulin you to the pharmaceutical section.

️: Yes, Bang.

After sending the reply message I then save my phone back into the bag. Not long after,

"Mother Shofiyyah Az-Zahra."

I heard my name being called through a loudspeaker. I slowly got up from my seat and then walked forward, to the medicine section.

I received my medicine and vitamins and also listened to the instructions for its consumption delivered by the pharmacy staff on duty. After thanking the employee on duty, I turned around to leave the medicine section.

But just a few steps I left the drug taking part, suddenly there was someone who accidentally nudged me so that the plastic bag containing drugs and vitamins that I was holding was dropped.

"Astaghfirullah hal adziim," I cried a little in shock.

"Astaghfirullah's. Sorry-sorry, Ma'am. I didn't mean it" said the man who had nudged me.

The man then immediately crouched down and picked up my medicines that had fallen on the floor.

I looked up in surprise. These sounds? Why does this sound so similar to the voice of Mas Awan?

And when the man stood up again and faced me to return my medicine, I immediately rounded my eyes. Both my eyes also immediately glazed over as soon as I saw the male figure before me.

"This is the cure, Ma'am. Again sorry, yes. I didn't mean it" said the man.

"Mas Cloud?" I said with tears running down my cheeks.

I don't seem to believe it. Is it true that the man standing in front of me right now is Mas Awan, my husband?

"Yes, I'm a cloud. You," the man's words paused, as if he were remembering.

My smile immediately expanded upon hearing the man's confession that he was Mas Awan. I immediately scattered and hugged Mas Awan's body, with increasingly heavy tears streaming down both of my cheeks.

"Subhanallah. Alhamdulillaah hirobbil. Finally Mas Awan came back too," I said so happily.

I let go of my embrace. I smiled broadly. I feel very happy at this moment. The clouds are really back. I am very grateful for the greatness of the power of Allah Subhanahu wata'ala.

But, for some reason, I seemed to see there was confusion on Mas Awan's face at the moment.

"It's me Shofi, Mas. Your wife," I said with both hands of Mas Awan.

"Shophi? My wife?" repeat the clouds that still look confused.

"Yes, Mas. I'm Shofi. Mas Awan's wife," I said.

"Shophi? My wife?"

Back I heard Mas Awan repeat those words. As if he was asking himself. I scrunched my forehead. What's the matter?