Seikhlas Love Afifa 2

Talita's Birthday...

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That night Bi Yati was staying at Afifa's house, Time showed at 8 pm, Afifa sat in the family room sofa holding a mobile phone to ask permission from the principal so that his leave was accelerated, Afifa said, she did not want her activities to interfere with her uterine health, Bi Yati sat next to her watching her favorite television show.

Since returning home from the doctor, the pain in the lower part of Afifa's stomach did not come again, he was grateful, even though the doctor's speech last afternoon continued to haunt his mind, he said, what if suddenly the pain came again and she was forced to give birth in the near future, while she did not have any baby equipment at home, finally he took the initiative to buy baby equipment through the online shof application on his phone.

Afifa continued to shift the phone screen to choose baby equipment, until she felt confused about making choices in several baby baskets, because so many products were offered. She glanced at Bi Yati beside her.

"Bi.., look, which one is good?" asked Afifa while showing a picture of several baby baskets on her phone screen.

"Everything's good Neng, Hmmm...", Bi Yati seemed to think for a while, "Neng Fifa wants to shop for baby equipment now?"

"Yes"

"What is the age of the womb, how many months?"

"Six months Bi" Afifa smiled as she rubbed her stomach.

"Don't first Neng, said Mother, first time Aunt pregnant first child, if the age of the womb is not 7 months do not buy baby equipment first, PAMALI!".

"Lo, why?"

"Said Mom anyway....Bisi teu so.., that's what he said..." Bi Yati emphasized with his Sundanese language accent.

"Ah time si bi? the myth was mah", Afifa smiled with Bi Yati's words.

"Yes Neng, that's what Mother said, Aunty does not know the truth hehe.., but the aunt likes to find it safe".

"Hmmmm... Is that it? yes, I'll buy it if it's exactly 7 months". Afifa smiled, although Afifa did not believe Bi Yati's words, the worry in her about the safety of her future baby still existed.

*****

Early in the morning Afifa got a phone call from her husband, apparently her business at the police station was not yet finished, especially Fauzi also had to take care of the letters of Nadia's move, because the pain in Afifa's stomach did not come again, finally she decided not to tell the events of the fall 2 days ago, she thought it would only add to the burden of her husband's mind, let all his affairs in Jakarta be settled first, he said, so that her husband does not need to go back and forth to Jakarta and can continue to accompany her at the age of her womb which is getting closer to the day of her birth.

Afifa has pocketed the permission for the submission of her period, she feels relieved because she can continue to rest all day, because at this time there is nothing else she thinks about except her health and the baby in the womb.

Fauzi has been in Jakarta for 3 days, his affairs at the police station he handed over completely to his lawyers, provided that Mulyana no longer interferes with the life of his nephew, and today Fauzi will immediately take care of the letters to move Nadia to the campus, if today is finished tomorrow Fauzi can go home.

Afifa was relaxing on the gazebo in the garden behind her house while throwing a handful of fish food into her pond, her colorful fish poking to the surface, her wide mouth making a funny sound while fighting over food, and her, Afifa smiled, the sight always made him entertained when he felt lonely and alone in his home.

Afifa's phone lying next to her seat shook, she glanced at him, Wulan's profile appeared along with Talita who was smiling sweetly there, Afifa immediately shifted the screen of her phone.

"Assalamualaikum" said Afifa.

"Waalaikum greetings, Mother...!" Talita's voice is across there.

"Eh baby..., how are you? Mother misses, Talita why never play again to Mother Fifa's house?"

"Can't be the same Mother", Talita's voice was heard whispering.

"Lo's? why?" tanya Afifa no less whispered following Talita's voice.

"Because now there is Grandpa here, so if Mommy leaves, Talita is at home with Grandpa, when in fact Talita wants to go to Mother Fifa's house", there is a tone of annoyance from Talita's voice.

"Hmmm.ya already, later Mommy Fifa asks for permission with your Mother yes, so you can play here".

"Okay Mother"

"O yeah, Talita tumben telphon herself? where is your mother?"

"There's another gift for tomorrow's door prizes",

"Doorprize? make what show?"

"O yes, Talita would like to tell Mommy Fifa, tomorrow Talita's birthday, want there to be an event at home, Mommy Fifa can come right?"

"Gee...Talita's tomorrow's birthday huh...?duuw...Mommy should love gift dong, Talita want what gift?"

"What aja Mother, the important thing tomorrow Mother can come, do not forget yes!"

"Okay baby..."

"Mother Wulan wants to talk about this bun..." Talita gave her mother a cell phone.

"Yes dear"

"Afifa Association"

"Waalaikum hail Ma'am"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Talita keeps whining about you, do you have time tomorrow?"

"Emmm.., insyaAlloh Ma'am, I will try to come".

"And I also want to ask for help"

"Solicit what's your help?"

"Actually tomorrow the show is simple, I just invited Talita's classmate, a close neighbor of the same orphan from the foundation near the house, I want you to lead the event, he said, just do'a and there's a little doorprize for the kids, the show's at 1pm, can you? "

"Hmmm..so yes, insyaAlloh Mbak I try".

"Thank you in advance Afifa"

"Together"

"Assynoga".

Afifa was still holding her phone, actually she felt confused, shouldn't she take a complete break, but for Talita's birthday, she didn't come, anyway she missed the boy very much, he hadn't seen her in a long time.

Finally she decided to come, of course, after getting permission from her husband.

*****

At 10 am, Afifa asked Mang Ujang to take her to Wulan's house, she deliberately left early because she would stop by first to the souvenir shop to buy gifts for Talita, she said, a beautiful barby doll packed with cute gift paper he has got, he was soon headed to Wulan's house.

Setiba at home wulan Afifa was greeted cheerfully by Talita, as well as Wulan, welcomed him very kindly. Mang Ujang deliberately asked to return home by Wulan, because Afifa will return home delivered by Wulan car.

In the house the atmosphere was still quiet, the guests and children had not come because it was still at 12 noon, there were only Wulan and Talita, as well as the workers who were on duty to cook, and there were only Wulan and Talita, and one more, there was a middle-aged man who was just sitting quietly on a rocking chair, with a cold face staring blankly out the window, Afifa had greeted him, however the man only turned his head a glance with an unfriendly look.

Afifa's hand was immediately drawn by Wulan as she was about to approach the man, flanked by the forced smile from the wulan's lips, as if she did not want Afifa to approach the man.

Before long adzan dzuhur reverberated, Afifa asked permission to fulfill his obligations, he was also taken to Wulan's room for prayer, a very comfortable and neat room, no wedding photos there, no wedding photos there, there is only a photo of Wulan holding a baby who is still red with a man in police uniform.

Finished with his obligations, he had noticed the photo, something strange thought. Is that baby Talita? why would a wulan carry a newborn baby? did not mbak wulan say, only met with Talita after the age of 2 years?

Afifa awoke from her daydream because of the voice of Wulan who was making a phone call with someone while walking closer to the room where Afifa was.

"Sorry this afternoon I can not go out, how if you just come to my house, we can talk about everything in my house, all later we see the construction site directly, we will see the construction site directly, the location is only a few meters from my house" Wulan said to people over there.

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"All right, wait, thank you, Assalamualaikum".

Wulan commented on the smile as she passed Afifa who was about to leave the room, before she ended her call and put her phone back in her pocket.

Talita is well dressed and beautiful, sitting on a large sofa right in front of her birthday cake that says Happy birthday Dzakia Talita Azzahra is also a wax figure 8, and, his face kept smiling showing a sense of pleasure on this anniversary.

"Mother...! here...!" Call Talita while patting the empty sofa beside her.

Afifa smiled, then walked over to the child, "Congratulations dear, may you be a good child and always be the pride of parents", one kiss landed on Talita's forehead, he also gave the gift he had bought, "This is for you", a smile could not be separated from Afifa's lips.

"Thank you Mother", Talita said cheerfully.

"Sama-sama" Afifa hugged the boy.

There was an exciting conversation between them, until the invited guests and children consisting of Talita's classmates and also the children of the home began to arrive, the Wulan house on the 2nd floor was crowded with children, even some of them were forced to sit on the lower floor which was used as a boutique Wulan.

Wulan walked towards Afifa and her daughter, then she whispered "Sorry, the house is too small, so claustrophobic", a smile fell from her lips.

"Father Ma'am, it looks like they are very enthusiastic, so everything comes to meet Mbak Wulan's invitation" Afifa replied.

"Later also we want to make the big house of Mother Fifa, right Bun?" Talita said as she stared at Afifa and Wulan alternately.

"InsyaAlloh, hopefully everything is smooth" explained Wulan.

"Aamiin", Afifa agreed.

"It seems like everything has come, the show we just started, huh Fa?" wulan.

Afifa nodded, stood up and began to speak in front of the podium.

"Bismilbornrohmanirrohim, Assalamualaokum warohmatullohi wabarokaatuh", said Afifa opened the conversation with a style of greeting ala children TK.

"Waalaikum salam warohmatullohi wabarokaatuh" replied the children simultaneously and enthusiastically still with the answer greeting ala TK children.

"Kids...! How's everything going?"

"Good ma'am." replied the children in unison.

"Are you happy today?"

"Happy.." the children's choir filled the whole room of Wulan's house.

"Alhamdulillah.., today we can gather in this glorious place to attend the invitation of our friend Talita in order to celebrate his 8th birthday, well our children will start the show with a prayer first, let's pray that our friend Talita is always healthy and pious, has a bright future, and, long life and always happy both in the world and in the hereafter, Aamiin".

"Aamii....n" replied the children in unison.

"Our friend's full name is Dzakiya Talita Azzahra daughter of Wulan Mulyani's mother and Mr...." Afifa turned to Wulan, because indeed he did not know the name of Talita's father, and had not had time to ask either.

Wulan's countenance instantly changed and seemed shocked as Afifa looked towards her hinting that she mention Talita's father's name.

"Oh.his father...Rahman, yes... Rahman" He said.

Afifa who caught the change in Wulan's countenance was quite astonished, but she resumed her show, "Father... Rahman, today Talita is exactly 8 years old, let's read Fatihah and some short letters and do'a-do'a for her happiness. Okay.mom lead his prayer and you guys agree by raising both hands and closing your eyes yes".

"Good ma'am...."

The prayer event also took place starting from the simultaneous reading of Fatihah read by children, short suroh-suroh and do'a led by Afifa, all quiet, silent, the children looked solemnly listening to every do'a that Afifa said while being closed.

amidst that silence and silence, Afifa suddenly faintly heard the voice of a man nagging to himself. "Why not just mention the full name of the jerk man!, use the name Rahman all".

"Deg...!!!!" there was one bang that hit hard into the heart of Afifa, Afifa's eyes were open, but her gaze was faint and yellow, then slowly dark, dark and darker, the frenzied sounds of children were still heard in her ears, yelling worry at him because suddenly his body just yells from where he stands and collapses to fall to the floor.

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