Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

75. Panic Everyone

The woman looked at Habibie. However, not a single word came out of his mouth. His tongue suddenly twisted, Kiara did not know what to answer.

"Kmrs ... Habibie already has good intentions, son. Try to be born again. You can't separate because you are pregnant now, but .. wouldn't you also sin if you kept your husband quiet for too long? Inget Nak's. If there is still love in your heart, soften it. But, if you already have nothing for your husband, make this clear now, son. Poor Nak Abie. Your husband is an ordinary human being, you also know how he has never been tempted by the sheer number of women out there. Habibie always lowered her gaze. If he forgets then, forgive him, son."

Kiara was pensive to hear what Umm Rahma said. He smiled faintly. Wanted to touch her husband's face, but the hand clenched back. This man was indeed very kind, he was loyal .. but, because of that overflowing loyalty, Kiara became hurt and left her husband.

"Sorry Budhe, Kiara wants a break first."

The woman gawked away to her room, leaving everyone who was now staring at her. Kiara closed the door slowly, she looked down again, rubbing her left chest trying to normalize the heart beat craze. Kiara knew there was still love in her heart. However, for now Kiara was still in doubt. He rubbed his growing stomach. "I'm sorry, son. I'm sorry that Mom made you lose your papa's affection. But, mama has a reason, why mama did all this."

Outside the room, Umm Rahma was trying to calm Habibie. Rubbed the back of his nephew's husband with gentle strokes. "Kiara will be fine, son. Trust Budhe, he'll forgive you later. But remember one thing, reassure the heart of Nak Abie, if Nak Abie is not really sure, you should leave this place right now. Kiara's safe with us."

Risyam nodded steadily. The man promises, he will take care of Kiara if Habibie does not want the woman anymore. Risham could replace Habibie to father Kiara's son even though he would not be able to replace Habibie as her husband.

"Truely said Ummi, if not sure, go home now. We won't make it, Kiara is safe with us."

Habibie took a deep breath. He did not answer and just looked down. The man tried to recall everything, what he had done to Kiara, how much he hurt Kiara to the point, how often he let the woman down.

** ** **

When the afternoon approaches, more place when the ashar adhan to be proclaimed. Kiyai Salim pulled Habibie to advance to the front sap. Kiara's husband looks confused, wailing to see the reaction of the people around him.

"Adzan Nak!" pinta Kiyai Salim's. "Kneel!" the door again because Habibie instead gawked like a dazed person. "Corn Abie. Soon enter this prayer."

"But, Pakdhe-!"

"No need to buts. Pakdhe knows that you can. Come on!"

The man smiled, inevitably Habibie came forward, he could not resist because Kiyai Salim was so pushy. "Bismilbornrahmanirrahim!"

"Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar ! Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar !"

Kiara's friends who were still in front of Budhe Rahma's house immediately turned to the source of the voice. They were glued, contemplating listening to the melodious chant of the Adhan.

"Allaahu Akbar! Alhamdulillah ... MasyaAllah .. her voice is very cool. This is not the sound of ustadz Risyam. Who yeah?" ask the woman.

"Yes Allah .. His voice is like a household. Very adem."

Kiara gave a small smile, the woman also stared at the mosque where the voice came out. However, moments later, the smile widened as the baby inside her womb kicked up quite strongly.

"God, Son. Do you like the sound?" kiara asked her baby. Kiara really absorbed the sound. His forehead shriveled when he remembered something. Wait ... This voice is no stranger, Kiara has already heard it.

"Mas Abie," muttered Kiara staring at the mosque intently. His heart pounded, Kiara recalled all the memories they had shared. When Habibie always snapped at him, when Habibie exemplified how to read the Qur'an is good, also when Habibie became a priest to pray for him.

"Astagfirullah ....!" Kiara lowered her head, the woman rubbed the clear feathers that flowed from the corner of her eyes. The woman did not understand why her heart could be this weak. Kiara does not want to forgive her husband easily, Kiara wants to punish the man with all the power she has.

"Oh my God, son. Mama's sorry, mama's been keeping you away from your papa, but she's too scared that she's gonna hurt us again. Forgive me, dear." The woman's voice sounded very soft and heartbreaking. He rubbed his tears again and immediately went to fetch water.

** ** **

Actually, ever since that ashar, Kiara didn't come out of her room. It's already magrib and it's almost in for dinner. However, not once did Habibie see the nose of his wife.

"Param ... Kiara where are you? He's all right, isn't he?" ask Habibie to worry. Because, no matter how angry Kiara is, that woman was never like this.

"Ummi again check kayaknya," said Risyam.

"Astagfirefull!" panic Umm Rahma. The woman who had just come out of Kiara's room was confused.

"Why Budhe, Kiara why?" Habibie panicked. Same with Risham.

"Kiara fever, Abie. Her body was hot but she was shivering. How's dong?"

"Bring to the hospital, Budhe. Kiara's got a big pregnancy, I'm afraid nothing happens."

"But how?" Budhe Rahma looked increasingly panicked. "Ayesha with your Pakdhe again does not exist."

Habibie runs towards Kiara's room. The man screeched asking Risyam to take his car keys. " Please get me the car keys, Sham! It's in the closet. You can drive, right?"

Risyam nodded. The man did what Habibie asked, while Habibie was ready to take his wife. "Lid, veil Kiara, Mas!" Iirih that woman.

Umm Rahma immediately ran snatching the instant veil, as well as the blazer for her nephew.

"Handle, dear," Habibie said as he carried his wife out of the house.

"Be careful, Bang!" risyam said, closing the rear car door for Habibie. "Ummi sat in front."

"Ah yes" said Umm Rahma. Cold sweat started flooding his face. If Kiara wasn't pregnant, Ummi wouldn't be this worried, but now things are different.

"The pain ... cold," she said.

Habibie tightened his embrace. The man felt an incredible stifling. "Patience, my dear. Yes hug permit. God willing, everything will be fine."

Repeatedly Habibie kissed the top of his wife's head, the man practiced prayers hoping God would take care of his son and wife.

"Sick," she said again. Habibie can't do anything. If indeed power was in his hands, Habibie would probably transfer the pain to him so that Kiara would not suffer anymore.

"Babelle!" call Habibie with perfectly rounded eyes. "Budhe something's seeped." The man was getting more and more frightened, his eyes were really already hot as well as his chest was rumbling taut.