Ustadz It's my Imam

Ustadz It's my Imam
Happy News From Dion



Arriving at Mama Ratih's room, Anggi was immediately asked to go up to the check bed. Mama Ratih rubs the gel on Anggi's stomach, then begins to check.


On the monitor screen there is a baby sac that has grown in the womb Anggi. Dion who saw it unceasingly said thank God and thanks to Anggi. She also kissed her wife's pretty face as her happy form.


"Look he's been this big. Why don't you realize his presence?" asked Mama Ratih who continued to move her examination equipment.


"Sorry Mah. Anggi is afraid to disappoint Mas Dion if the results are negative. So Anggi no longer want to check it" said Anggi sad.


Seeing his wife's sad face, Dion immediately embraced the wife.


"Sorry dear" said Dion who was nodding back by Anggi.


"Every late Anggi came the month, Anggi immediately told Mas Dion, and tomorrow before the check, Anggi had come first month Mah. It's been like that many times. So for fear of disappointing results, we chose to resign Mah. And don't think too much about children" Dion explained.


"But after talking to Dayyan while in Japan when he knew Ani had done right. Dayyan advised us to check our health and do a pregnancy program. Anggi and Dion have also agreed to do a pregnancy program and do baby tube Mah. But God said something else. Before we did that it turned out that she had grown first in Anggi's womb" continued Dion with her sparkling face.


"Alhamdulillah then. Anggi can still get pregnant naturally. No need to help baby program or baby tube. See if he's 15 weeks old. Uda almost four months turned out" said Mama Ratih.


"four months?" mommy Rianti asked in disbelief.


And so did Anggi and Dion. They're lyrically interlocking. Can't believe that Anggi has been carrying her baby in a very extraordinary activity. From the bustle of the office, busy taking care of the Baby Aqiqah triplets Breena. Juan and Selvi's engagement. Even yesterday he also died his wife was taking care of the company with Abah Arsya. Really Dion felt very guilty for letting Anggi do that much.


"Yes, almost four months. Next week is four months of her pregnancy"


"Honey so all this time you've been pregnant Mommy's granddaughter. Do you not feel his presence?" ask Mommy Rianti.


"No one feels what Mom is. Just yesterday when in Mas Dion's stay to Japan, Anggi felt nausea and no appetite" explained Anggi.


The examination is completed. Mama Ratih removes the gel in Anggi's stomach. After her Dion helps Anggi get off the check bed.


"It's Mama's recipe for vitamins and boosters yes. Drinks to the end" Mama Ratih's message.


"Your mother's advice is not to be too tired, baby. Take care of her pregnancy"


"Yes Mah. Thank you"


"Thank you Yes, we did not expect that Anggi has been pregnant all this time" said Mommy Rianti with a happy smile.


"Yes as long as it is Ri, soon you will also have grandchildren" joked Mama Ratih in Mommy Rianti's greeting.


"Yes uda if so we say yes Tih. Thanks for the help. I'm sorry to bother you and disrupt the night like this"


"No papa Ri, we were also gathered at Dayyan's house"


"Yes, let's go home" Daddy Steven asked.


"We also want to go home. Go home to Dayyan. Want to meet my granddaughter" teased Papa Doni.


"Hey, I'll have a grandchild soon too. You're not the only one with grandchildren" protested Daddy Steven who was met with another naughtiness.


At the parking lot they split up. And return to their homes.


At the Danuarta mansion. Mommy Rianti took a photo of Anggi's USG results. He took a picture of her and sent the photo to their group.


Instantly their group was crowded with words of congratulations on the pregnancy that was waiting for by Anggi and his family.


In Anggi and Dion's room. Dion was calling his parents while hugging Anggi from behind. Don't forget his hand stroked Anggi's stomach. The comfort that Anggi missed during this week that he did not feel from his husband.


"Tomorrow Mother and Father to the Danuarta mansion after returning home, yes son." said Mother Aisyah.


"Yes Mother. We are waiting for Bun" replied Dion who was still faithfully stroking Anggi's stomach.


"What do you want in masakin' tomorrow, honey?"


"But Bun, Dion asked Anggi"


After saying that Dion saw his wife. It turns out that his wife was already sound asleep. Dion chuckled at his wife.


"Bun, tomorrow Dion is saying yes Anggi want to eat what. Her goose is sleeping Bun"


"Yes son. Tomorrow do not forget to tell Mother yes. You also take care of Anggi. Don't let Anggi get tired. You also have to ask Anggi how about his work later. He wants to work or quit. You have to go from heart to heart with a cold mind and a cold heart. You know son, the hormones of pregnant women are rapidly changing" said Mother Aisyah.


"Yes Bun. Tomorrow Dion will ask. Yes, Mother rest. Tomorrow we wait for the arrival of Mother and Father. Greetings to Daddy, Bun. Assalamualaikum"


"Wa'alaikum salam. Take a break, son. Mother knows you must be very tired"


"Yes Mother"


After saying that her phone call was broken up. Dion hugged his wife. He again caressed the wife's stomach. Before long Dion also entered his dream with a smile that expands.


In the morning at Dayyan and Breena's house there was a commotion. All three of their babies were not in their rooms. Even her three nannies were nowhere to be seen.


Breena was already crying looking for where her three children were. Dayyan tried to calm his wife. He thought who had taken his three children away.


"Sir, where are the others? Umma, Abah, Mama, Papa, Cintya and her two kids?" dayyan asked one of her houseworkers.


"We don't know Gus. Sorry" he said, looking down.


Dayyan calls one of Daddy Steven's men and asks him to look for the whereabouts of both his parents and his in-laws, as well as his three children and the others.


But the phone had not been disconnected, two cars entered the yard of his house. He noticed the car which turned out to be his parents' car and his in-laws.


Umma Hanum and Mama Ratih get off while holding Adga and Andra. Deera is being carried by Abah Arsya.


"What's wrong?"