Substitute Father for My Son

Fill Farukh's heart

"If I can be honest, actually the beginning of the mas bambang want to match us it mas still had time to hesitate, because it's true that you said earlier if we don't know each other."

"But after you see your photo, somehow the heart mas there is something else, whether it's amazed or what mas also do not understand."

"But one believes that the mas must help this girl from the injustice of the world to her."

"It doesn't mean you're forced to marry me, but I sincerely want to help you lia."

"I'm sorry, if I have to say all this, because you deserve to know it anyway."

"Mas is not good at stringing beautiful words, mas is also not an expert in covering the contents of the heart mas. Because according to the mas in the household there must be mutual openness, mutual trust and mutual respect."

"Eatya mas dare to reveal all this to you lia."

"Maybe right now we are the same setting our hearts together to be united in this marriage bond until when we love and love each other equally."

"Are you mad at me, Lisa?" Ask me farukh.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." My words cannot stand the roar of tears.

It felt so bad after I knew what was in the heart of farukh. But I must not be selfish, no matter how sincere my intentions are, and I must be able to appreciate that.

" Crying is lia, if it can take away the tightness in your chest." He brought me in his arms. Yes the same warm embrace as the late father's embrace.

"After you have finished crying let us similarly build our household in order to become a household in the blessing of Allah SWT."

Mas farukh's embrace deepened and I was getting swept away in this grief.

Maybe I was wrong, too, because I expected more answers than this from mas farukh, without seeing who I was.

After a long time I cry, I can finally breathe with relief, because it is true that by crying can ease the tightness in the chest then overflow everything.

"Thank you for accepting all my shortcomings." I said.

"Ssttt, you can't thank me, maybe it's our destiny to be paired with a road like this."

"But one thing you should know is that you are precious to me, and I will always love you as sincerely as my heart." Smiling words.

Hearing the sincere answer of his heart suddenly warmed. Is it possible that after this he can also love me?

Let me walk like flowing water.

After talking for a long time, we decided to rest.

Mas farukh didn't ask me for his rights tonight, he gave me time so I could prepare myself. Whenever I'm ready, he's willing to wait for me.

I'm so lucky God met me with a very kind man.

" Blessed, O God, thou hast presented a good priest like the Lord of Faruch. I will try my best to be a good wife to her. Aamiin's." The do'aku.

The next day, after the dawn prayer I cooked in the kitchen for my husband's breakfast.

Actually only cook fried rice with omelet only because of the farukh mas asking. He said not to be tired because I was pregnant.

A few minutes later, we had breakfast with a very simple menu. I'm lucky to have a husband as understanding as Mas farukh.

Maybe this sounds too fast considering the age of our marriage is only 2 days, but I really feel that mas farukh really sincere to me.

"When did you start working?" Ask my husband after we finish breakfast.

"Hmmm maybe 5 more days mas, because I'm his permit for only 1 week. Why is it mas?" Ask again.

"No, I just wanted to ask." Smiling words.

"If you quit your job, how would I? It's nothing, I'm just afraid you're exhausted, and it's affecting our baby." Say again.

The deg! I was stunned when I mentioned that the child I bear was our child.

I am so excited by my husband's words.

"A what mas? Our kid?" Ask me stammer.

"Well right, I'm your legal husband, and you're pregnant now, which means it's our baby right?" He smiled sweetly.

"Oh Allah, thank you very much, if you want to accept and admit that this child is a child."

"I don't know how to thank you."

"It is true said mas bambang that mas farukh is a guardian angel who is ready to protect me and the child in my womb."My words were moved, and without feeling any tears.

" Oh yes lia, you can not be sad continue, pity the child in your womb."

"Every pregnant woman should not have a lot of thoughts and must always be happy, so that her fetal development grows perfectly." Say it again while removing the remaining tears that stick to my cheeks.

I hugged Mas farukh very tightly, because for some reason every time I hugged him, I felt the figure of the father present in mas farukh.

"Thank you, thank you so much for being my husband, for being so kind to me." My sobbing.

"It's the same, now you don't cry anymore." Smiling words.

Akupin replied with a nod of his head.

"Yes already then mas go to work first yes, fear of misfortune and fortune mas ntar pecked chicken again." He said while releasing his embrace.

"Yes, I have to be careful at work, remember there is me and our children waiting for you at home."Saying again.

" Well, madam." He saluted me, and it was funny to me.

" Dad left first, son, you don't be naughty with your mother, and don't bother your mother."He said again while stroking my stomach that had not yet bloomed.

Jeez why the more days mas farukh make me flower, because his words that managed to make me moved and floated.

"Yes dad, I promise not to be naughty with mom." I imitate the voice of a child.

Farukh laughed when he heard my words.

"Yes already then mas pamphit yes, take good care of yourself both, and if there is anything you should directly contact the mas ya." Say again.

"Yes, my heart is on the road and also the heart is at work." I said while kissing the back of my husband's hand.

"Insha Allah. By assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salam mas." I also drove mas farukh to the door and let go of mas farukh on his motorcycle until he disappeared.