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"You'd better go home, take me too." Amira turned towards Arif.
"But Bang."
"Why? Your niece was born." Amira looked at Dinan for help but Dinan kept quiet.
"But haven't seen." Amira still wants to be here, she does not want to be with Dinan in a state of just two, because she is sure that even if her mother comes home there will be momentum both of them alone.
"Yes, wait a minute." Amira sighed, then she turned her head towards Dinan who suddenly grasped her hand.
"Why?" Dinan looked towards Amira. So that makes Amira see the face of Dinan who he thinks is unusual.
"Mr Dinan why?" ask Amira to panic.
"I'm not papa, I'm just scared." Amira looked at Dinan in wonder. Afraid? What's he afraid of? Amira doesn't know at all.
"What's the fear, sir?" Amira ventured to bring the hand that Dinan held onto her lap and stroked gently.
"I'm afraid of the hospital." Amira looked up a little. His eyes looked at Dinan with flickering eyes. Imagine, how Amira did not feel strange a Dinan afraid of the hospital. This is a thing that may be a little funny, but Amira realizes that everyone has their own shortcomings.
"Mr Dinan wants to go home?" ask Amira slowly. Amira turned to Dinan and saw Dinan cursing. Amira was actually unwilling to go home but because seeing Dinan made her feel bad, she felt sorry to see the face and felt the cold hand of Dinan.
"In the meantime, I'll go back to them first, okay?" Amira said as if she was calming a child.
"We're together." Amira turned her head towards the other family group then she turned to look towards Dinan. Amira smiled then nodded.
"Come on," said Amira as she stood up and Amira was sure Dinan was following her.
"Mom, we want to go home first." Amira opened her voice breaking the chatter among the others.
"Yes, understand the newlyweds want to keep going." Nirmala who replied made Amira glare at the young mother-to-be, who was met with laughter.
"Yes" replied Amira's mother.
"The mother's brother was also asked to go home for a break. Which brother?"
"Mother here used to want to see her sister Fat. You go first."
"How will my mom go home?"
"It will be the same for me." Nirmala responded. Amira wondered why the Dinan family had nothing to say about Dinan's fear.
"Yes, I'll go home with Mala. Mother, Ami pamit first." Amira shakes the hand of Dinan's mother.
"Yes, be careful."
"You why, Mas. Just follow my wife." Amira turned her head towards Dinan who was scratching behind her ear.
"Non papa Bun." With unfocused eyes, Amira realized that the man was hiding something or was avoiding something.
"Are you friends with Ifa, Ndok?" Amira turned towards the black veiled woman.
"Have met several times but have never met."
"Emang Dinan never met." Amira heard the accusations of mother Dinan, Amira just grimaced unwell.
"Dinan thought they had met each other, the time at Faris's house the two had already been chatting with Bun." Amira smiled awkwardly, this was her habit of being often indifferent to circumstances.
"This is Ifa, Dinan's sister." Amira stretched out her hand.
"Amira," said Amira slowly.
"Ifa, I already know your name." Amira nodded then turned her head towards Nirmala.
"Polite, Fa." Amira immediately turned to look towards Dinan. He did feel that Dinan's sister didn't like him but he didn't expect that Dinan would realize that.
"Pamit first yes, Ma'am. Don't come home tonight either." Nirmala.
After parting to everyone, Amira and Dinan walked side by side towards the exit. Amira was silent with her thoughts and Dinan was silent for what reason. Maybe the fear of the hospital made Dinan not open his voice.
"Where'd Din go?" Doni greeted from the front.
"Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh." Not answering Dinan even said hello.
"Waalaikumsalam warohmatulli. Where you going?" Dinan pointed towards the exit.
"Are you going home?"
"Why indeed?" Amira felt neglected again. Maybe it's the monthly factor that makes him sensitive.
"Just go home."
"Who is waiting for the patient?"
"There's a lot of family, what are you doing here?"
"So Ifa called in a happy tone she told me about your proposal. He kept saying he wanted to give thanks but a few minutes ago even called again saying you were in the hospital." Amira looked at the two.
"Can't you be Amira?"
"Yes, it just happened to come together." Amira answers with an ambiguous answer, because from what she can catch that Doni does not know that the woman Dinan is applying for is herself.
"Where's the story about you proposing to her?" Amira is increasingly convinced that what Doni is talking about is not her.
"You mean?" Amira saw Doni turn towards her with an unkind expression. Amira was curious about what Doni would say.
"Don't you tell him in front of Mira?" Amira turned to Dinan who looked relaxed.
"No problem. Amira can know anything because it's Amira's right." Doni turned his head towards Amira then he nodded.
"Why did you propose to Maura?" Amira looked at Doni in surprise, it made Doni grimace. Then quickly Amira turned to look at Dinan, she wanted to know the expression on her husband's face. But what makes Amira surprised is that the man who a few hours ago became her husband only raised one eyebrow right. Uh, what expression is that?
"Bro, you clearly know pregnant women are forbidden to marry. The law is illegal we are mixed with ****** with ***** fellow brothers." Amira squeezed both her hands. Among want to laugh and also want to remind Doni that he is still standing here so guarded his words.
"Continue?"
"You keep asking? Don't be weird. Don't because Maura is your first love keep you blinding your eyes." Amira stared at Dinan's flat face, wondering why her husband was slabs away.
"What do you really know?" Dinan did not respond to even ask.
"Move on, Bro." Dinan chuckled, Amira was made even more astonished.
"Sorry yes Don. I moved on a long time ago. You're the one who never felt. This is my wife and we excuse you, assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh." Dinan holding Amira's hand then stepped away leaving Doni who was still silent to digest the situation.
"That's a real deal, sir." Amira laughed at Doni's surprised expression.
"Once in a while the child needs to be noticed to quickly move on." Amira frowned.
"Later at home you can ask anything." Amira turned her head full to ask Dinan.
"Surely anything." Dinan nodded firmly making Amira smile. Amira is happy she finally gets a chance to ask all her heartbreak. He will ask as much detail as possible, this is his promise to himself.
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[Ali 'Imranian/3:38].
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Amira walks to Faris' house to pick up Fatimah, the clock had shown at eleven o'clock at night it was not nice to visit but leaving Fatimah sleeping in Faris' house while she was in the house was much more unpleasant.
"I called" said Dinan, looking at his wife's worried face.
"What really is papa?" Amira saw Dinan nod.
"Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh." Dinan knocked on the door as if to say hello.
"Waalaikumsalam warohmatulli wabarokatuh." Faris opened the door.
"Sorry, the wife sleeps outside so I won't let you in." Faris came out and closed the door again.
"How will Fatimah go?"
"He's not fussy anyway, he's sleeping with Ali and his wife. No papa he's sleeping here tonight." Amira who was standing on the terrace some distance away could hear Faris saying.
"Are you really not taking nicotine?"
"Father, neither are you newlyweds." Faris said in a witty tone.
"New bride why?"
"That's it, let Fatimah be here." Amira sees Dinan nodding and then says goodbye to go home.
"I or you went to the bathroom?" Amira turned to Dinan, she was making her bed by changing the sheets and putting on a badcover.
"Sir Dinan, I still want to clean this up and warm up the food." Amira returned to her bed.
"Alright," Dinan replied as he pulled out the t-shirt and pants from the backpack he was carrying. Backpacks? You must be asking when is that backpack?
The bag was taken by Dinan since then in the hospital, Dinan said it contained clothes and some knick-knacks to dress for two days at Amira's home. It was brought by Ifa because from the beginning there was no purpose to get married, the goal was to make sure that he was accepted. But whose destiny can deny it, if it is his destiny then no one will be able to avoid it.
Amira stared at her bed that looked different, she immediately went out to look at the food in the kitchen. As he was in the kitchen he saw the pile of clothes of the mother and sister-in-law he immediately put in the washing machine, before he separated the dark and light colors.
While waiting to be irrigated, Amira opened the sideboard and saw the stir-fried kale, sambal onion and there was fried chicken. While putting the chicken in hot oil and shrink the fire Amira again moved to the washing machine to put detergent.
"What meda?" Amira turned her head towards Dinan who was flipping the fry she was staying in.
"Washing, tomorrow let's stay sun." Amira stepped closer to the stove but she did not replace Dinan, but rather washed her hands.
"It's already?" Amira looked up and then nodded. Amira gave a small smile as she looked at Dinan tenaciously in the kitchen.
"Why?" Amira approached Dinan and then turned off the stove.
"Nothing." Amira took the plate and the glass.
"Enough one glass and one plate." Amira looked at Dinan in surprise but Dinan just behaved normally while putting back the plate and glass.
"Mr Dinan isn't hungry?" Amira put the plate.
"It's so hungry." Amira looked at Dinan in wonder.
"Don't be surprised, I just want to feel what Rosulullah feels by eating one plate with his wife."
Blouse....
Dinan's speech made Amira misbehaved and was able to quickly present a pink hue on Amira's right and left cheeks. Amira immediately touched her two hot cheeks, and she seemed to have no choice but to arch the two corners of her lips upwards.
"Come on!" Dinan sat down beside Amira.
Amira awkwardly took the rice, vegetables and side dishes on the plate. Amira then sat back down then she immediately turned to look at Dinan who was just silent. Then the two eat in silence even though occasionally Dinan opens his mouth to talk but Amira says it briefly makes things awkward inevitable.
"You used to eat last night?" Amira who was washing the dishes turned to Dinan who was filling the drinking bottle with water. Dinan asked for a bottle because the man had a habit of waking up at night and needed to drink water.
"Not often only occasionally, if there is something urgent like today. Why Sir?" Amira walks towards the fridge.
"No, usually women rarely want to eat dinner afraid of fat." Amira chuckles amusedly. Most women who take care of her body are like that, but not for Amira.
"Aren't you afraid of fat?" Amira closes the fridge door.
"No, fat is relative sir. How and our point of view, if I prefer healthy and do not care fat or thin. But basically I also do not want to excess weight so maintain a healthy diet. Dinner is important because not our bodies need fat to reserve energy and warm the body." Amira sat in the chair.
"You wait here, I want to check the door is completely locked or not."
"Yes sir, for the front don't be scrapped yes. I'm afraid I'm going home." Dinan meng'iya'kan then Amira sat waiting for her husband.
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Amira came out of the bathroom in her sleeping robe, she was sitting at the table taking a handbody and sitting on the side of the mattress on the left, she felt awkward to see Dinan who was playing his phone.
"You don't want to turn off the lights?" dinan asked Amira who was putting her foot in. Amira did not reply she just grimaced then she got out of her sleep and turned off the lights. Ah, what a rumble this makes him behave unnaturally.
Amira returned to the bed in a dim atmosphere. She was nervous and misbehaved, having never been in bed with a man. Obviously, Amira has never been married.
"Aren't you going to ask me?" Amira looked up at Dinan who was still leaning on the head of the cot.
"What if you tell the story?" Amira has lost all the questions that will be asked to Dinan, he is currently more focused on his heart that seems to want to play drums with an irregular tempo.
"What do I want to tell you?" Amira bends her two lips. He seems to think.
"I don't know either" replied Amira quietly.
"Well, it's midnight, you better take a break." Dinan prepared to lay down his body but his hand was held by Amira.
"But I want to explain Father." Dinan took off Amira's hand and then lay down. Amira felt awkward when she saw Dinan's face up close, but this was not bright and not dark, but Amira was fascinated by the flat face of Dinan which she thought was charming.
"What explanation do you want? I should have asked you for an explanation." Dinan slipped his left arm on the lehar Amira and once the jolt of Amira was in position in front of him with the shoulder of his arm.
"Sir Dinan, God...."
"Why?" Dinan asked with a dikulum smile.
"Why should I explain it to you?"
"Because of you who accuse me of polygamy, divorce, disloyalty and multiple wives."
"Eh, where did Mr. Dinan know?"
"So you're really accusing me of that?" Amira yawning.
"Am I sleepy, sir?" Amira closed her eyes, she was trying to avoid the trial by a Dinan. He realized that he had been prejudiced against Dinan all along.
Looking at the wife who closed her eyes Dinan just smiled, she knew that his wife was sleepy in the truest sense. Since coming home from the hospital Amira looks lethargic with red eyes. Dinan took off Amira's hijab, not forgetting she said basmalah.
"Sorry for being so prejudiced." Dinan saw that Amira was already breathing regularly, she smiled faintly upon hearing the speech in Amira's subconscious. Then Dinan hugged Amira and did not forget to say a prayer and then he began to follow Amira to explore the dream world that never existed.
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