That man is my husband

Togetherness

The sun is now in his wardrobe, the light is so warm, bright and so dashing. Same is the case with my current warm, bright and pleasant mood. Today is the day I have been waiting for the most, when Allah wills to unite and reunite with my children, the little angel of conditioning.

It feels like a dream, but it's real I can be in a moment like this, be the wife of Irman Sanjaya and of course be his Umma of my three children.

" Good morning Umma's children, how was his sleep last night? got it? I said while arranging the food at the table for breakfast.

" Good morning also Umma, Sleep well Umma" said my three children compact.

" Here dear - unfortunately Umma, sit down, we have breakfast together well" I said as I shifted the chair for them to sit.

I arrange food one-on-one on the plate in front of my children. It's Shafira's favorite breakfast, I hope Shakira and Arsya like it too.

" Why do you know Shakira's favorite food with Arsya ?" shakira asked with a glowing face.

" Fried rice is Umma's favorite and Umma sure Umma's children will also definitely like. Shafira likes it too, doesn't she, dear? I asked Shafira.

" Yes Umma, Nasi goleng Umma sanggatt is delicious, you must like it" Shafira explained to her two younger siblings.

" Dad also often said that Umma likes fried rice and fried rice Umma the most delicious, so I like to ask auntie to make fried rice for ira and Arsya.

I can't believe you've been introducing myself to children a little bit . I think you're going to make fun of me for kids, so they hate me. I sinned once upon a time Bang, wanting to feel like I heard and knew stories about their lives . Maybe now is not the right time, but if there is a time I want to know a lot about them, Shakira is also Arsya.

When I was busy with my thoughts, the voice of someone made me realize . Yes, he is my husband, with an indolent smile on his face he walked over . I smiled back at him too.

" Well, have you to eat breakfast Dad, " whine mas Irman pretend to be sad.

" Not really Dad, we want to salapan , here sits Ila deck, "

"Yes Om, we haven't eaten his breakfast yet" chirped the youngest Arsya.

Mas Irman sat next to Ila and I poured fried rice into Irman's plate.

" Wait. ..wait. .. You're not wrong about this? kok Arsya call Daddy om anyway, (pretend pout ). Dad, Arsya is the same as Shakira called Dad, don't call om because now I'm your dad, okay?"

" But our father is only one, he is Rudi's father, yes brother" Arsya asked Shakira and was confirmed by Shakira.

Irman and I looked at each other, confused themselves how to explain to Shakira as well as Arsya. They did not understand, although they had to be explained several times. I finally had an idea I hope they like .

" Dear Arsya, what are you saying is true, Arsya's father and Shakira are indeed one, Rudi's father. Then Arsya same Shakira call om Irman abi just how? , Shafira also calls Abi to father .Wantsome?

They seem to think, actually it means the same father but let it sound different.

" Ila wants to"

" What about you guys? I asked Arsya and Shakira.

" Abi.." call them together .

" Goods, kids "

After a moment of discussion that finally the children agreed to memmnggil mas irman Abi, there are umma there is Abi, Romantic right? hyah

the breakfast also began by praying at Mas Irman's lead . nobody said a word at breakfast, we especially ate the food in front of us.

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Because it's a weekday, the children do not go to school as well as Irman mas he did not go to the hospital. This weekend we spent together at home joking and playing. This is what I like about Mas Irman he is so quickly familiar with children and children are very fond of mas Irman.

Seen on their faces, a great joy laughs them so loose, so cold to tears of eyes. This sight is so cool in the eyes and in the heart.

Aku teringat sesuatu , tadi malam aku meminta izin pada Mas Irman untuk menemui Abang, mungkin lebih cepat bertemu akan lebih baik .

" Mad" called me and immediately stopped their laughing activity.

Mas Irman woke up from his sleep and asked permission for the children to come to me.

Irman sat next to me.

" What's up Yank? ask Irman.

" When do we go to the hospital? Aisyah thought the sooner you meet it the better"

Irman looked at the clock in his hand.

" Later noon well, mas still want to play with children" he said while watching the children and smiling.

" Thank you, I'm willing to accept Ayesha's children" I said seriously.

" It is the duty of mas Yank, your children are also children . Some people like kids, they are cute, adorable and look at them so innocently right? there is no burden of life that they bear",

..." You're right mas" I said then I leaned over Mas Irman's shoulder, and hugged Irman's hand tightly. Now this position I like the most, it feels comfortable . .....

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After performing the Dzuhur prayer together and then having lunch, I told my three children to take a nap, because later I will go to the hospital to see Brother. With them not coming it would be better, besides children under 12 years old are prohibited from entering or visiting the hospital.

Shafira and Arsya they had fallen asleep, but not with Shakira, he just rolled his body. I don't know why I see it like there's a look of sadness. Maybe he doesn't like living here? that's how I thought.

" Ira did not sleep Umma, "Shakira got up and sat up from her sleeping position.

I can only smile at him, he looks a lot like me once very closed and speaks little if not asked. .

" Is there anything that makes Ira nervous? much

He looked at me, I saw his eyes holding back tears. I held her up and sat her on my shoulder. I hugged her tightly. Suddenly I felt something hit my hand, wet? It turned out that Shakira was crying, I was so worried to see Shakira who was suddenly crying.

" Ira love you why, don't cry, " rub the tears on her cheeks.

" hiks.ira happy Umma, finally ira can see Umma directly. Ira kangen Umma, every ira asked dad , he must like to say 'mama is in need so can't go home and meet us, Ira just be patient yah' . Now ira asks, Umma will not go again? won't miss the same Arsya again?

hearing the complaints from Shakira makes my heart tight, because you know dear Umma also misses you four years Umma looking for you dear, my mind in heart.

" Ira can only see Umma from the photo, even ira thinks Umma does not love ira same Arsya. to the point that Arsya also does not Umma invite, only the sister of twins Umma brought hik" he said on the sidelines of his crying which was as still as .

" Ira likes to envy her friends at school, they're in between and with her mom, while I'm the same Arsya just among our nannies, what else when I was sick Ira really felt sad"

Yes, it hurts, four-year-old child but he speaks and makes all his complaints like not a four-year-old child. Brother thank you for educating the children well, the way they really think like they are not their age now.Thank you for introducing me to the children even if only in a photo.

I hugged Shakira with a constant cry "Don't say it like that baby, Umma love you guys, your dad is right, Umma there is indeed something to need until Umma leaves you for so long. Umma promise, Umma won't leave you again .Umma will be with you guys "

" Umma promise well, don't stay with us anymore"

" Umma promise,"

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My original plan with Irman's mas, wouldn't take the kids to the hospital to see Brother. But Shakira wanted to come along and instead woke up her sister and sister. We were forced to take them, and I forgot that the hospital where my brother was treated belonged to my husband, so there was less freedom to bring children under the age of 12.

If you think this might be the right time for me to allow Shafira to his biological father, the person he often asks, to make myself lie that every man who likes children is what his name is Father .

Arriving at the hospital, we went straight to the room where Abang was treated .While mas Irman he permission to perform sudden surgery, even though he was on vacation, but the name of the doctor he must be ready to standby when there is a need.

" Nany, I'm calling my son's third babysitter.

" he's a madam.please take care of the children well, they should not go in fear that you are resting and disturbed. "

" Good madam! "

" Dear, you are the same aunt first well, later you will be allowed to enter Umma call ",

"Well Umma "answer them in unison .

I opened the door handle and in my brother's room there was my mother, father and Sharon. I forgot to experience it and ask them how they are doing.

" Assalamu'alikum " .

" The Waalaikumsalam "

"Aisha" call someone who is none other than my former mother-in-law.

" Mom" ..I hugged her

" Mom, Aisyah kangen, how are you, mom and dad, healthy?

" We're healthy, baby, " said my two former in-laws.

I looked at Sharon, she was down and I said "Sharon!! how are you, healthy?"

Feeling her name on the call Sharon raised her head, she nervously replied.

" Se-healthy, you?

"Thank God I'm healthy too"

" Where are the grandchildren of mothers?

" They are outside with the nanny, if brought in fear of disturbing Brother's rest "

I saw Brother from Deket, he looked different from the brother I knew four years ago. The brother who now looked weak, pale, thin was so very alarming. I didn't think it was your destiny to be like this. Suddenly mother hugged me she cried so stupefied ,

" Pardon our sins Aisha, forgive Rudi also torment." fell down and took hold of my feet.

I looked at the teary face of my mother and led her to wake up .

" Don't be like this ma'am, and there's no need to apologize, 'cause there's nothing wrong. Everything that happens is the destiny of Allah swt. "

" but...

Holding tightly to mom's palm" Enough ma'am, (removing the rest of the tears on mom's cheeks) mom's tears are too precious, don't cry and don't apologize to Aisyah because you're not wrong , this had indeed become Ayesha's life destiny ",

"Awilson. ....

tbc.