The soul mate YOU sent

Epilogues

"Bas, maaas. Please look at Akmal at the door, I'm changing diapers'e Aish iki."

"I'm sleeping with Bizar nih Tan. New Bizar ae rem.", replied Mas Zaky.

"Aaaahh..huaaaa..huuuaaa.", Akmal's cries grew louder.

"Let's go, Iyo baby ummi's coming, son. Take care of Aish too, I want to see Akmal", I said as I ran out of the room.

Now Akmal is twenty-six months old or two years and two months old. He walked and started running. Learn to speak, even if there are a few clear words. She grew up to be an adorable handsome toddler. We are grateful that he grew up healthy and well.

"Huuuaaaaa.aaaa."

"Oh babe ummi why son? Akmal fell?", I said as I lifted him off the floor and carried him.

"Pattah ummi.ombil.pattah.huuu.huu", he replied with a lisp.

"Yes later abi benerin ngggeh?, Akmal is not a child pinter g' can cry, adek again on bobo.", rayuku.

"Oooeeeeek.ooeeeeek."

"Honey Bizar asked **** nih, Aish hunt woke up.", call Mas Zaky from the room.

I rushed to the room with Akmal still in my arms. I gave Akmal to Mas Zaky and I started breastfeeding Bizar.

Shortly after Akmal stayed with us, I was pregnant with twins. Three months ago I gave birth to them. Abizar and Aisyah, they are cute and stuffy daughters. I had to give birth to them at thirty-eight weeks due to early contractions and premature rupture of the membranes. Through a second operation because until the amniotic is almost dry, the opening does not increase. I still remember how worried Mas Zaky was when the doctor decided I had to have surgery at the time. Lying if I say I'm not afraid, but seeing Mas Zaky's worry I decided to suppress my fear. As a result I am the one who calms him and comforts him, when he should be the one who should calm me. I still laugh at myself if I remember. He even broke out in cold sweat with his wahah and pale lips. And my laughter turned into a happy smile as I remembered how my crying and wide smile greeted me as I walked out of the operating room. She kissed every corner of my face with tears. Fortunately my dope only affected my chest so I could feel every kiss she gave me. It was like being showered with millions of love and affection.

"Abizar darling, bobo'e zinc quiet dong nak. Let ummi clean-berese cepet kelar dear." I said while breastfeeding her.

As she removed her lips and looked slumbering, I placed them in the cradle and restarted the activity I had left before. I said not tired, it's a lie. Wanted to say it could handle itself, that's a lie too. Obviously this situation made me very surprised. Had to wake up in the middle of the night because the twins asked **** or had to change diapers. Just slept but had to get up to make breakfast Akmal and Mas Zaky. Fortunately Akmal is not fussy. He wanted Mas Zaky to feed him, who bathed him, who accompanied him to play, even who put him to bed as well Mas Zaky. I also got help from other family members. The first two weeks of the birth of my mother and ummi took turns staying here to accompany and help me take care of the twins. Actually I am quite used to handling babies considering my profession is a child nurse, but because of the postoperative condition and recovery of my movement so limited.

"Mas, Akmal bathe first. New abis iku you. Bajue wes I'm ready. Moga ae the twin henchmen until we are all ready", I said as I approached Mas Zaky and Akmal who were playing lego on the terrace.

"Siiiiaaap ummi, yuk Akmal we take a bath together. Let ummi envy g' iso bathing same abi.", joked Mas Zaky and got a plot from me.

"Yeeee, Ammall main bloated ya abi. Tigal.i ummi ya abi.", Akmal timpal cheerfully.

"Let's stay ummi yo. Tos dong first."

They walked to the bathroom cheerfully. I could only shake my head at their behavior together. My smile never faded from Akmal and Mas Zaky's interactions. When Akmal was present in our lives, that's when I knew the other side of Mas Zaky that I never thought existed. He never ceases to surprise me with all sorts of traits that continue to add to his list of perfections. But he's still human. No human is perfect. Behind all his good qualities he was like a picky little boy. He doesn't like carrots, he'll put them aside even if I cut them small. Cannot take pills or tablets. Don't drink plain milk. See it? He's like a kid. Haha. I used to tease her when her fussy nature came up. I even forced her to drink carrot juice under the pretext that I was craving. Hssstt this is my secret. Hehe.

The three of us were ready to go and just take the twins to the car when there was a sound of greetings at the front door.

"Assynolajet. Fizah enters yo, dole wes mbuka gini.", Hafizah's voice sounds loud.

"Waalaikumussalam, this is the middle of Zah" I replied.

"Oh, really you're here. Iso help carry one of the twins" said Mas Zaky as the figure of Hafizah approached us in the living room.

"Emang Fizah is here for iku. The twins are still in the room?"

"Let's go, yes mas you bring Akmal same bag'e to the car at the back. I was the same Hafizah who took the twins" I said and passed into the room followed by Hafizah.

After all, my relationship with Hafizah slowly improved. Same with Zizah. They also often help me take care of Akmal and the twins. It's early days I still feel awkward but they don't despair continuing to approach me until I get used to it. We are like siblings now. There is no sense of hesitation between us even to reprimand anyone who is wrong, and justify anyone who is right. Surely it makes Ummi and Mas Zaky very happy to see that there is no more trouble between us.

The twins managed to move us to the car without waking up. The speeding car soon joined the traffic density this afternoon. After almost an hour in traffic we finally reached the place we were headed.

"Ummi same abah so come here with Mas Khaidar and Mbak zizah?", I asked Hafizah as we prepared to get out of the car.

"Comeo mbak. Before I went to the house, they went to the house to pick up abah ma ummi", he answered while preparing the baby carriage of the twins.

There are many people outside this building, maybe inside there are also many invitations coming. I pushed the twin train into the building followed by Hafizah and Mas Zaky holding Akmal. Sure enough, there were already many invited guests who arrived. And at the end of the room, the bride was ready for the procession of ijab qobul. They were already sitting sweetly lit up in a gazebo with elegant shades of gold and red. Combined in harmony with the entire decoration of this hall, all gold and red. Starting from the seat, tablecloth, balloon, flower, ribbon, etc. It was really typical of Mas Yayan. She is imprinted by the colors of one of the dorms in the story of her favorite movie. And the film was the only thing that made Mas Yayan and the future wife feel fit and connected. In another one? There aren't. They are like Tom and Jerry, water and oil, dogs and cats that end up being Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. How could they decide to get married just because of such a fictional movie? I don't know either. Haha. But Mas Yayan and Lani are both crazy, so I'm not really surprised by their decision.

We joined other family members in the row of seats closest to the gazebo. Ibuk looked happy yet anxious every time he looked towards Mas Yayan. Not long ago the ijab qobul event began. After the preacher did the marriage sermon and prayer, Lani's father read the words of the ijab firmly and steadily.

"Brother January Wibisono bin Gunawan Wibisono!", began Lani's father.

"I am", replied Mas Yayan.

"I marry you to my daughter Lani Sandrina bint Rudy Harmawan with a dowry of nineteen grams of twenty-four carat gold and twelve million of twelve hundred and nineteen thousand rupiahs paid in cash.", ijab Lani's.

"I accept the marriage of Lani Sandrina bint Rudy Harmawan father's daughter to myself with the dowry paid in cash.", qobul Mas Yayan who sounded nervous but quite clear.

"How's witness? Sah?", asked the ruler.

"SAH.", replied the witness and several invitations.

The procession of ijab qobul ends with the exchange of rings and Mas Yayan kissing Lani's forehead. I could see the happiness on my mother's face. While slowly wiping away her tears the mother reviewed the smiles on the two brides. And the event continued with them sungkem to both parents of each bride. After that they started to welcome the guests. I'm so happy for them. May they be a happy family, mawadah wa rohmah.

"Tan?".", came a man's voice from behind me.

The voice of a man that had been unheard for a long time. I turned around to see who was calling me. And sure enough, it was him.

"Oh? Mas Damar? Who long ago g' met, piye kabare?", my bases.

I'm honestly surprised to see him here. It was obvious that he was a guest of Lani because there was no way Mas Yayan would have invited him. Mas Zaky who heard me mention Mas Damar's name immediately joined us. We chatted for a moment just to mince words before a girl finally approached us. Mas Damar greeted him and introduced the girl to me and Mas Zaky.

"Know iki Grace she's zinc again deket same me." he said with a shy smile.

The beautiful girl also looked timid, shaking my hand and nodding Mas Zaky. He is quite friendly and sociable. Mas Damar said he had been living in Singapore to run his family's branch. He met Grace there. They look very harmonious in every interaction they display. Damar smiled a lot too. I'm happy to see him rise up and start a new relationship. He deserves to be happy.

"They're your kids? It's really bad, wes three" he said, lifting Akmal to his carrier.

"He's Akmal, you want? Baby in refugee camp. We adopted. And these two, Akmal's sister. The twins Abizar ma Aisyah" Mas Zaky replied.

It wasn't long before the conversation, and we finally decided to part ways to enjoy each other's time at this party. Me, Mas Zaky and Hafizah with the children approached the bride. Lani is very beautiful, her attitude is so graceful not as usual who can not be silent, installment. When his eyes caught my figure he immediately grabbed me in his arms.

"Great, new nongol!", he whined.

"Haha, let's go jaim'e. I was wes from earlier. Just wanted to nyamperin you we met Mas Damar we kept chatting undaunted", I replied.

"Oh, did you meet Mas Damar? I'm sorry, I snoozed him. We are friends on fb same ig because", he said while staring at me and Mas Zaky alternately.

"Casual times Lan, we g' ono problems kok.", Mas Zaky said.

"Bro...I'm a handsome g'? It was fitting ijab qobul I was cool doooong.", said Mas Yayan suddenly who was only avenged with ruckus by Mas Zaky.

"Uuuwheeekk, very handsome if you look at using a telescope. Got a mas kok narcissist'e g' yooo curvature. But it fits you both. Haha.", candaku.

"Nih yo adekku dear, mas sih g' wonder if you g' iso see my fondness. Your eyes are g' done, g' iso distinguish where the zinc is the same as zinc is bad.", he said with his hands around me and glanced at Mas Damar who was chatting with other guests who were quite far away from where we were standing.

"Ih, nyebelin.", my sewot that just makes the others laugh.

We entered a photo session with my extended family, and other photos with my friends and Lani and colleagues and friends Mas Yayan. Happiness emanated from the eyes of Mas Yayan and Lani. From the beginning I always felt that behind the ignorant and nosy attitude every time they met, they actually had feelings of mutual love. Indeed God's secret match, who would have thought Mas Yayan would marry Lani if he saw a row of girlfriends who always surrounded him until

finale.

Fortunately the twins were quite calm in the middle of this noise. Even so I still breastfed them a few times. Before the event was over we said goodbye to go home first with the consideration of the twins who were still small and had to rest immediately. We told Hafizah to join the other family and there was no need to come with us to help me look after the twins.

Arriving at home, Akmal was also very tired, without waiting for a long time he joined the twins in the dreamland. After changing into more casual clothes I choose to relax with jasmine tea in the living room. Soon Mas Zaky joined me on the sofa and rested his head on my shoulder.

"Where's tehku? Peel it, I yo g' contrived.", he said with his eyes closed.

"Yowes, here don't make it first" I said.

But when I was about to get off the couch, Mas Zaky even put his head in my lap.

"Haha. What is se mas?, katae wants tea instead of lying down.", I said.

"I'm tired, wanting to fall. You keep spoiling the children, I'll yo want to be pampered", he said in a spoiled tone.

"Hahaha, yes you envy your children. Duuuh, gurgles deh.", I said as I pinched his nose.

"You should have time for me."

"I have time for you. Have plenty of time" I replied with a smile.

I looked down and kissed her forehead. Then I started gently massaging her head, this is what I used to do to her. Mas Zaky closed his eyes enjoying. Substantial. How can this dashing man who always protects me and the father who always takes care of the children be this pampered? Have I been paying less attention to him lately? Seeing him sulk like that made me feel guilty. When his eyes were closed like this he looked very sweet, handsome but sweet. My hands that were massaging his head began to turn to pierce every corner of his face. Looks tired strokes and blackened eye bags. He must be very tired, after a day of work in the convection still have to help me take care of Akmal and the twins.

"You must be so tired yo mas. I'm tired all day long with convection, right at home must help me take care of Akmal and the twins. Sorry yo mas, I made you more tired", I said still by tracing his face.

Mas Zaky grabbed my hand, stopping my hand from tracing his face. And then kissed her.

"I wes my duty as a husband, their parents are not just you. You g' need to apologize that." he said gently.

Highlight his sharp but gentle eyes glared at me long before the end of his hands clutching my head in order to bow and unite our lips. It feels like we haven't had sex in a long time, before the twins were born? I've even forgotten. My eyes closed enjoying every sensation of this kiss. The longer it goes deeper. We are dissolved in the cradle of desire. Even when Mas Zaky changed his position to sit down, our pagutan was not separated. It felt like my whole body was heating up and I knew Mas Zaky was too. With our hunting breath we let go of our kiss. Without waiting any longer Mas Zaky pulled me towards the guest room. After the door closed we touched each other again, kiss, elusan, caresses and we arrive at the core of all this just as Mas Zaky's hand has removed the last link from the button of my negligent twin's sobbing from our room.

"Huuuuffff.", there was a long sigh from Mas Zaky.

With a crumpled and resigned face like losing the war he went from above me and let me go to the twins.

"I'm sorry mas.", I said with a grin before passing away leaving him.

When I got to the room, I saw that Aisha's leg was on Abhizar's thigh. They both cry. Fortunately Akmal was not awakened by the cries of his sisters, maybe he was too tired so his sleep was very sound. I picked up Aisyah first and would put her on the carriage when Mas Zaky came and carried Abizar.

"You nenenin first ae the Aish, Abizar let me be cuddled on the porch" he said with a smile.

I'm getting bad at Mas Zaky. But I am proud and happy to have him as a husband. He was able to give up for the sake of his children, his family was always number one in his life after his religion. Staring at his back away, I got an idea in my head. After making sure the twins were sleeping peacefully, I began to carry out a plan. I've secretly contacted my mother for help looking after Akmal, ordering dinner, adjusting the time to the twins' sleeping hours. All I have prepared is to wait for Akmal to wake up. Around ba'da ashar Akmal finally woke up. After bathing him and tidying up a change of clothes for him, I told Mas Zaky to take him to my mother's house on the grounds that his father and mother were kangen with Akmal. Before Maghrib Mas Zaky was home. The food I ordered was also neatly arranged on the dining table. Let us have dinner earlier than usual today. After the maghrib prayer I invited Mas Zaky to start dinner.

"A really early wes want to eat malem?", he asked in wonder.

"Yes g' po-pi. Mumpung Akmal in the house of mother and the twins hours of sleep anteng-antenge. I want to ask you out on a date. We have four hours before the twins wake up. So we go on a date at wae's house", I said with a grin.

"Hahaha, can ae you. Why would I want to do a date at home?"

"Surprise, now we maem ae first", I replied origin.

After eating we chatted while waiting for the time isya' arrived. After praying Isya' I just asked her out on a home-style date. I took her to a movie on the dvd, to play charades, to chat over tea and lastly I took her to the guest room. I've decorated this guest room as closely as possible to our bridal room. Ribbons, balloons and flowers are scattered all over the surface of the bed. From the looks of it now I can tell that my surprise worked.

"Surprise.", I whispered in his ear.

"Masyaallah Tan, when did you get iki? How come I g' tau.", he said in an amazed voice.

"So you fell asleep in the workspace. G' same as our bridal room used to be but quite similar right?", I said with a cheerful smile.

"Good, I like it. Continue to want to do kokapain sampe' make koyok gini?", he asked with a ignorant smile.

"Come on, pretend g' tau. Yo want to follow up the zinc this afternoon g' so be it.", I said while holding the shame.

"Hahaha, I'm so glad you're still shy. Ayok.", he said and immediately pulled me towards the bed.

It didn't take long for us to struggle with each other to give up all our desires and longings.

We don't know what we'll face in the future. But for now we have enough of each other in our lives. Support each other. Prop up one another. Interdependently. Facing every problem together. That's our love. This is our wedding. Keluaga our. May it continue to be sakinah, mawadah warohmah. Aaaami.