Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

70. Heavy Shock ???

Habibie. The man was still following Amzar and Sabina who instead entered the supermarket. They look very enthusiastic when giving some paper to the service in the supermarket. However, one paper to which Amzar and Sabina themselves carried it, they entered into a clothing store. But what makes Habibie surprised is that the people entered the baby clothing and equipment store including for nursing mothers.

"Why are they here?" mumbled Habibie, the man looked down, saw the stomach of Sabina maybe her mother-in-law was pregnant again. But it doesn't seem to be because his stomach is tight.

"This one's beautiful, Mom. I think it fits. Rahma's mother said, God willing, her daughter is a girl. So buy the pink one."

"Blue is also good. No papa, we buy a little blue!"

Sabina nodded. He said, although he did not agree too much. If it can be pink, why should it be blue too. This is strange Amzar. But, maybe because Amzar had a lot of money so he bought a lot of money.

"Bak Rahma?" muttered Habibie again. The man was trying to remember the name maybe Kiara had mentioned it. However, again the result is nil, Habibie found nothing.

Almost two hours after Amzar and Sabina, Habibie finally learned one thing that Amzar and Sabina wanted to deliver all the goods they bought with a truck.

Taking a long journey, nearly 6 hours Habibie followed the truck delivered by Amzar. The man frowned as soon as he saw the truck stop in front of a boarding school located very far from the city center. He saw the car coming in, but because it was not possible for Habibie's car to approach, he could only stop in front of the boarding gate. Habibie silently stared, the man watching closely how the students came crowding the truck.

"Where's the driver going?" Habibie Mummings. He clearly saw that the driver was carrying large boxes to another place.

"Assalamualaikum Sir!" greet the security guard at that place.

Habibie. The man tried to calm down but his eyes really did not stop staring at the students and also the driver who had disappeared somewhere.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, sir! I'm looking for Ms Rahma, is this really the place?"

Not yet the security guard answered, the sound of the motor behind Habibie made the security guard hurry to open the boarding gate.

"Assalamualaikum Sir!" Risyam squealing.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Ustadz. Abis from where?" ask the security guard.

Mr. Satpam laughed at Risyam's words. While the woman sitting sideways behind the Risyam motorbike did not sound a single word. He silenced a thousand languages, his breathing as if it had stopped beating just like that.

Not much different from Kiara, Habibie also showed the same expression. The man's heart was pounding very fast. Let alone to blink, he seemed to forget to provide oxygen supply to both his lungs. The man lowered his head, holding his suddenly sick heart.

"Kiara," murmured Habibie. The man tried to remember the woman he did not meet 7 months, even though the person sitting behind Risham was wearing a hijab, Habibie was very sure that it was Kiara.

"Sir! Sir are you okay?" ask the security guard to hold Habibie's arm. However, having not had time to get an answer, Habibie had already collapsed and lost consciousness on the spot.

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"Where are we?" humaira asked, who was sitting on a sofa in her husband's office.

The man in question shook his head, he looked at Humaira with a worried look. "Uncontactable, Dek. How huh? Where today there's an important meeting."

Humaira stood up, she held her stomach that had been bloated, this month her pregnancy has even 6 months, only 2 months different from Kiara. she rubbed her distended stomach slowly and then hugged her husband gently.

"Sister Abie must be fine. Mas. Don't worry too much. He's an adult. What if Mas Gibran was the one who handled the meeting. You can do that too, right?"

Gibran exhaled a heavy breath. The man let go of the wife's embrace, crouched down in front of her stomach and kissed her many times.

"Pa'll pray that I can help your Pakdhe, son. Pray too, hopefully Budhe will meet ya!"

"Aamiin," Humaira said, the woman rubbed her husband's head with gentle strokes. Some thousand times Humaira had to thank him for this wonderful favor. A smooth pregnancy, as well as a kind husband as gentle and as careful as Gibran God gave him.

Now Humaira understands more and more, why people can get married without love. Being treated like this is already amazing. Love in man is something that cannot be eternal, better like this, loving each other, appreciating and respecting each other. Although, Humaira was aware, she had long since placed love in the man in front of her.

"Thank you, Mum." Humaira nodded with teary eyes.