Seikhlas Love Afifa 2

Amanah and Anugrah (The End)...

HAPPY READING'S...⚘⚘⚘

"Mother...!" Suddenly Thalita came half-running towards Afifa.

"Hey Honey...! Come, Son!" Afifa stretched out her right hand, then hugged Thalita with one hand.

"Assalamualaikum, Mother! Assalamualaikum, Grandpa!" Sapa Thalita's.

"Greetings, Brother Lita!" Afifa smiled, "Come greetings with Father, Sister Nadia and Brother Farid!" Afifa.

Thalita nodded then greeted and hugged her father as well as the others. "So, from now on, Kak Lita has his friend, his name is Dedek Fauzan, seneng nak?" fauzi asked after letting go of her daughter's embrace.

"Seneng dong Dad, Thalita can hold a sling?"

"Of course, honey!" answer Fauzi.

"Assalamualaikum," The two married men who came with Thalita were none other than Wulan and Faqih.

"Waalaikum salam" replied everyone.

Wulan and Faqih smiled and walked over to Afifa. The two congratulated Fauzi and Afifa. They also tell their happiness, if Wulan is currently pregnant with 10 weeks.

"MasyaAlloh, congratulations to you too, Tam! Incredible, your tokcer," Joked Fauzi as he pointed his thumb.

"Thank you, Zi!" Faqih and Fauzi hugged each other expressing their happiness.

The atmosphere of the room was increasingly crowded and full of happiness, after a warm conversation lasted almost an hour, finally they one by one left Afifa and Fauzi so that Afifa and the baby could rest.

At 2 pm, Afifa was allowed to go home, Fauzi immediately called Mang Ujang to pick him up immediately. 30 Minutes later, Mang Ujang and Bi Yati arrived. Fauzi immediately took care of the administration of his wife's return. When all is done, they go home.

The time had shown at 3.30 pm when they reached home, the atmosphere of the house was neat, Bi Yati did everything instructed Afifa. Once at home, the baby in Bi Yati's carrying is immediately put to sleep on a mattress that has been held in the family room.

Fauzi guides Afifa to lie next to their baby. Then he entered the room to perform the Ashar Prayer, then prepared warm water for the Afifa bath.

As a Muslim, Afifa immediately took a bath with warm water prepared by her husband.

Fauzi very carefully guided the weak body of Afifa who still felt the pain of the rest of the childbirth process this morning to the bathroom in her room, which was in her room, then put Afifa in a plastic chair next to the bathtub.

Fauzi helped Afifa remove one by one the clothes attached to his body and then put the sarong cloth in his wife's wear to half the chest.

"Let Fifa, Brother! Fifa can do it" said Afifa while holding the hand of Fauzi who was holding a dipper

"What's wrong, you're still weak and sick" Fauzi replied.

"But, Brother!"

"Sssssst..., let me do it this time!" Fauzi smiled as he untied Afifa's hair until her hair was spread over Afifa's white shoulders.

Afifa looked at the eyes of her husband in front of her, her lips smiling, then grabbed her husband's hand while kissing him. "Thank you, Brother!" afifa.

Fauzi nodded, then uttered a bismillah while pouring one warm water dipper into the palm of Afifa, Afifa immediately berwudlu.

Finished Wudlu, Fauzi began to pour water into Afifa's body slowly. Afifa immediately read Wiladah's bathing intention.

"Nawaitu Ghusla Lirof'i Hadashil Wilaadati Lilaahi Ta'alaa," Afifa said, she let Fauzi do everything, from rubbing his back, to rubbing his back, soaking her whole body until she wrapped Afifa's body back in a clean towel and rolled her wet hair with another towel.

"Done," Fauzi said with a smile, "Let's get out!" take her while looking back at Afifa's fresh-looking body into the room and sit her in the Afifa makeup chair.

Fauzi immediately took Afifa's clean clothes from the closet, occasionally showing them to Afifa for her approval, Afifa just nodded and smiled in agreement to all the clothes her husband took.

After getting the right clothes he put it on the body of Afifa.

"MasyaAlloh, Walhamdulillah, Fifa is very lucky" Afifa said, her lips smiling.

"Why?" asked Fauzi while taking a comb and started combing the wet Afifa hair.

"There is a Husband like Aji Sister who is very attentive to every detail of his wife's needs."

Fauzi stopped the movement of his hand, he fell silent, then bowed to look at Afifa's face. "Honey.., I'm much luckier, because Allah gave your wife to me who was full of these flaws," Fauzi put the comb she held onto the dresser, and she put it on the dresser, then cupped his palm to the cheek of Afifa. His face approached, then peeked long at Afifa's forehead.

Afifa's tears melted, moved by all her husband's current treatment. "Thank you, Brother!" afifa said after Fauzi let go of her kiss. Fauzi nodded as he rubbed the tears on Afifa's cheeks with his finger, then both of them smiled, his mind grateful for all the favors they were feeling at the moment.

After taking care of Afifa until she put on her clothes, Fauzi returned to the living room and laid her down next to her baby.

Soon their parents came, along with Rizqi and Nisa, followed by Farid and Nadia, then Wulan, Faqih and Thalita. Likewise with the neighbors, they are happy with the birth of new members in the middle of the small family of Fauzi and Afifa.

Some gifts they gave as congratulations to Afifa. ranging from baby clothes, blankets, sling to cutlery.

After a few minutes, suddenly a car group came carrying so many passengers. They huddled down from the car and into the open gate of Afifa's house. Each of them carried a parcel in his hand.

Mang Ujang who was on the terrace of Fauzi's house and saw their arrival, half ran towards the gate. "Eh uh.., wait! just wait! what's the matter? you're who? why are so many people coming here?" He spread his hands to hold them in.

"Assalamualaikum, Mang Ujang!" say they're in unison.

"Wa..waalaikum salam, Ka...who are you?" he asked again with a little nervous and shocked because they were so many and could know his name, even though Mang Ujang did not know any of them.

"We want to meet Afifa and Fauzi to congratulate them on the birth of their baby" said one of them.

"But who are you?" asked Mang Ujang still confused.

"Oh my goodness Mang Ujang time doesn't know who we are?"

After waiting long enough, finally one of them spoke up, "We are the Readers of Mother Rahma, Mang Ujaaaaang! Let's let us in!"

"Mother Rahma?" asked Mang Ujang again still with his confusion.

"Yes! ask Afifa and Fauzi, they know."

"okay! Se...A moment! wait here, I ask permission first," Mang ujang raised both hands, then turned around and ran towards the door of the house after getting a nod from them.

"Son Fauzi...! Neng Fifa's...! that in front of a lot of people, they want to meet you to congratulate you on the birth of your son" he said." Clearly Mang was speaking with a loud breath.

"Who are they, Mang?" ask Fauzi.

"I don't know either, Son Aji! But they say, they're all Mother's Readers...Mother...who is it?" Mang Ujang seemed to think for a moment.

"Mother Rahma..." Afifa and Fauzi.

"Well...! Yes, Mommy Rahma," Mang Ujang gave his thumbs up.

"Owalaaaa... Get them in, Mang!" Fauzi said, "They're our family" Fauzi looked at Afifa with a smile.

Afifa returned Fauzi's smile while nodding.

"But they're so many, Nak Aji!" man Mang Ujang.

"What's wrong, just arrange for the entry of the change, we will take a photo together" replied Fauzi. "Well, don't you love?" Fauzi turned back to Afifa. Afifa smiled too.

"Alright, then, Mamang will arrange them." Mang ujang again ran towards the gate to approach the crowd of people. The arrival of Mang Ujang was greeted boisterously with a smile that continued to expand from their lips.

Mang Ujang made a deal with them to enter alternately so as not to disturb the sleeping baby Afifa. Agreements ensued, they entered one by one to congratulate and give gifts.

The atmosphere of Afifa's house is so crowded, among them there are congratulating, taking pictures and even many who provide advice based on their experience and knowledge in managing and educating children.

Afifa and Fauzi felt a great happiness, they chatted to each other until they did not feel the Maghrib time arrived, Finally the guests one by one gradually returned, leaving only Afifa, Fauzi, and others, Bi Yati and Umi are deliberately staying at Afifa's house.

Finished performing Isya prayer, Fauzi approached Afifa who was holding his son while giving Asi. Her lips seemed to smile feeling the moment of closeness to her baby that only a mother can feel. Really am! this is a moment like this that no mother will ever forget.

"Where? has the milk come out, Dek?" asked Fauzi while sitting beside Afifa, his eyes were fixed on the face of his baby who was sucking Afifa's milk strongly.

"Alhamdulillah, no, Brother! although not much yet," Afifa replied with a smiling glare at Fauzi.

"It's okay, Tea! if you continue to be diligent in giving it, later also out a lot," said Umi who had just come from the room after carrying out the obligation of Maghrib Prayer.

"Yes, Mi!" Answer Afifa.

Suddenly Fauzi remembered What Kiyai was about, he had not told her this happy news. He took his cell phone and immediately called him.

Fauzi seemed to be getting a long piece of advice from his Master, but one of the things that struck Fauzi the most, that is when Apa Kiyai uttered a sentence of advice quoted from Sayyidina Ali R.A, which continued to ring in his mind.

..."Educate your children! Verily they are prepared to live in a different age than yours!"...

For nearly 20 minutes Fauzi telephoned with his Master, ending his call. Long enough Fauzi was silent, his mind could not escape the words that had just spoken What Kiyai to him.

He was determined to raise and care for the most valuable trust placed in him. We don't know what will happen in the future. There were two things that occurred in Fauzi's mind, a sense of happiness because it had been given confidence back to care for a child, but there was also a sense of anxiety and worry in him, he said, if he is unable to carry out this trust in accordance with the expectations of the Owner of his title.

As is the case today, the era has become more modern, all-advanced equipment, whereas in his childhood, never once thought that humans can do many things with just one finger movement only. Just incredible! Times are getting more sophisticated. Will he just fall silent and become a spectator watching the great people in technology play a living scenario without thinking about the interests of Religion?

Nah! Really am! everything that happens in this world, of course, will have little effect on the order of his life, the strength of his faith, and the strength of the foundation of Religion itself. So as a Muslim, he is determined to instill a strong Aqidah against his Son and provide him with Technology so that later he can control his life in an Islamic way, and can balance the development of the times that occur.

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Assalamualaikum warohmatulloh...

Thank God Wasyukrulillah. All praise and Gratitude I offer the presence of Alloh SWT. who has given the pleasure of life, age, sustenance, time, and all that is in me, he said, so that I can finish my first work that was shared in these two seasons. It has also given me the opportunity to spend some time alongside my leading role as a housewife as well as a caregiver in the Educational Institution.

My thanks also to my beloved husband and family who have given my full support, so that I can continue to write poured what was on my mind.

And certainly thousands of deep thanks to all Readers who have taken their time and continue to faithfully wait for my works that are dime and far from perfect.

Sorry in advance, I did not intend to patronize much less advise through my work. Because here I am not a Pe****nulist who is good at stringing words to express a number.or a M*****otivator who is able to move someone's heart through his words.

I'm just a PAUD teacher who likes to tell stories, and used to tell stories in front of children. But my hobby was apparently hampered by the pandemic that occurred lately, and finally I poured everything in my mind through a piece of writing.

What I got today, of course, can not be separated from the role of Readers who brought my work for 7 months, starting from small zero until it can be like today. Because without Readers, my work is absolutely nothing...😊

Sorry also for Readers who are still asking this story does not end soon 🙏. Don't worry, because my next work titled CINTA CINTA NAURA which was delayed will be continued, and my mind will be focused there. Hope you guys like my next works 😊.

I HAVE BUANYYYAAAAK LOVE FOR ALL OF YOU...

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I LOVE YOU READERS...😘😘😘❤❤❤⚘⚘⚘

By : Rahma Husnul.