The Love of ROBBKU
Allahu Robbul Allamin's
"Congratulations Sir, twin sons" the doctor explained with a sincere smile.
Satria who heard the explanation of the doctor immediately bowed in gratitude for the favors that the Robb gave. A pleasure that will not be priceless with anything.
"Alhamdulillah."
Everyone gave thanks and smiled happily, the long awaited news had finally arrived.
"Nur, are you refreshed? Our children are twins" Satria said as he approached the wife.
"Alhamdulillah, Brother," Mala replied with happy tears. Finally all the time he refused the husband's request for a baby, Sang Robb awarded two at once.
Satria hugged his wife hagat and full of love, nothing made her the happiest except this news.
"Ehemm, we're still in the hospital" Azzahra told reporters.
Ikbal who had noticed his son's behavior, chuckled at Azzahra's reprimand.
"Later, you celebrate at home" he added.
"Inssya Allah" said Mala and Satria compact.
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After finishing the examination and redeeming the vitamins for Mala, they finally went home. There was no warm talk like before because their hearts were filled with a feeling of happiness that could not be expressed in words.
"Assalamualaikum, Umi first yes," said Azzahra while going out and feeling with the Son.
"Not stopping by?" azzam asked while putting part of his body into the car. When the Umi came out and wanted to close the car door again.
"No way, Bang. Sorry yes, Nur had to rest a lot," explained Satria subtly refused the request of his brother.
"Why, anyway? You're all right, Dek?" azzam asked while looking at Mala.
"Mala's pregnant Bang, twins."
Mendegaran the words of the younger brother made Azzam moved and wanted to embrace Mala, making Satria furious.
"Bang, I'm still here!" snapped it.
"What the hell, Sat? He's my brother," explained Azzam did not lose the sewot.
"Already Zam, let's go in?"
Azzam looked at Umi Sangar because he was told to enter the house.
"Ehem," Ikbal was only able to throb there.
"Assalamualaikum, Deck. Keep our kid inside, okay?" said Azzam relented and dramatized the situation.
"He's my son, Bang!" snapped Satria.
"Our son Brother" Mala added.
"Yes .., your children. Satisfied?" azzam asked annoyed.
Satria did not respond to his brother's remarks, he ordered his wife to close the car door again.
"Nur, close the door! We're going home."
Mala nodded and closed the car door while waving the stairs to Abang and Uminya.
"Assalamualaikum, da-dah Bang, Umi," Mala said from the car window.
The car starts to drive away from the yard with Umi and Azzam still standing there staring at the departure of the car that brought their dear Mala. The orphan girl who used to live with them and has now found the most comfortable place is the husband.
"Hopefully everything goes well, huh, Umi?" lirih Azzam while staring at the departure of Car Satria.
"God willing," Azzahra replied as he passed away leaving the Son still standing there.
"Umi," call Azzam upset because he left the Umi.
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In car.
"Sat, Umi you're widows?" ask Ikbal curiously. Actually from earlier he listened to their warm interaction, but was reluctant to ask.
"Iya Pi," replied Satria who was still focusing on driving.
"Sister, I'm sleepy" whined Mala who suddenly drowsed after the examiner.
"Sat, don't be too forced" Ikbal warned Satria.
"I mean Papi?" ask Satria bangtung.
"You don't force your wife too much, take pity on her" Ikbal said, watching Mala leaning against the back seat.
"Forcing what, Pi? I don't understand?"
"For prayer" Ikbal explained.
"That problem? I'm so sorry, Pi. Not wanting to unravel or feel the most right, but for that problem Satria can not tolerate. Nur, it's my responsibility Pi, see the hereafter. Satria does not want to go to Hell because of neglect to educate his wife," explained Satria at length.
Ikbal smiled proudly at the principle of the Son that did not waver even in front of him.
"Then, fight," Ikbal said, patting Satria's shoulder gently.
"God willing, Pi," Satria replied softly, for the wife had fallen asleep in the back.
"He's exhausted, Sat," Ikbal explained as he looked at the striped seat where Mala was asleep in a sitting position.
"Is that how it is, Pi? Pregnant woman?" ask Satria curiously.
Ikbal just smiled to answer Satria's words without the intention to answer, let time will answer. Because we can get used to it, we can because we try. That's what Ikbal wants to try to apply to Satria's life. Hopefully later when he faces problems with his own efforts not because of the interference of others.
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The Mala house.
The sudden sound of a car roar into the yard makes Marissa immediately out, she who had been waiting for the return of the Husband and the children - one to gelisa. Finally the one who was waiting came home.
"For so long?" marissa asked when the husband got out of the car.
"Greetings first Mi," said Ikbal reminded the Wife.
"Sat, where are you going?" marissa asked to see Satria open the back door of the car and leave the husband.
"Yes Robb, strengthen your servant" Ikbal prayed.
"Nur sleeps Mi," explained Satria while holding the wife.
"So, what's the result?" marissa asked impatiently.
"Settt, silence Mi," said Satria as she passed away leaving the Mami.
"Pi, what's the result?" marissa asked turned to her husband.
"Sorry Mi, Papi is tired," he explained as he passed in.
"Basic, no kids? Not the Papi, equally mengeselin," Marisaa's inner annoyed while entering.
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Satria laid his wife slowly on the bed, Satria's smile never faded from the loud throes of the pregnancy of a woman who had been married for more than a year. Moreover, the twin babies in the bladder make Satria unceasingly praise and thank you for the priceless pleasure.
"I prayed first, Nur?" said Satria while kissing gently on the forehead of the wife and passed to the bathroom to take ablution.
Unceasingly Satria recited the prayer, thanking the Robb who had granted his request. Love comes when hard and happy, that is what Satria always remembers.
"Yes Robb, I am only Your weak and helpless servant without You. Thank you for giving us the most beautiful gift in the world, I promise to take care of it with all the faith in the chest. I promise I will be responsible for it later in the Last Yaumul before You, Robb. Allahu robbul 'nature."
After praying and praying, Satria approached the wife who was still in deep sleep. It's heavy but it has to be done as a responsibility.
"Nur, wake up, honey. Yuk's prayer?" said Satria while patting the wife's cheek softly.
"I'm tired Brother," said Mala.
"Do you want to pray or pray?"
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