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“Do you not know that Allah knows what is in the heavens and the earth?; that this is in a book (Mahfuzh Way). Verily such is very easy for Allah” (QS. Al Hajj:70).

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Amira walks from the bus stop in front of the housing complex, she just came home from teaching one of the brides-to-be to cook. Yes, in addition to teaching at the school Amira has two more jobs, namely being a guest star at the sorority of mothers also fill the course at one of the WO belonging to one of his friends. While the online business that he had started with his friends had been studied by one of his friends so that he only got his profit without working, because of the busyness that began to run rampant.

"Oh, I'm late. Cook the show at two o'clock I just came at four," Amira said as she walked.

Tin.tin...

Amira heard the sound of the car horn, she stopped because she was astonished by the driver. How not to wonder he was already on the sidelines when he was still pushing the road. Amira turned her head towards the car, she felt she did not know the car in front of her, after the glass was lowered she saw the person sitting in front of her.

"You together?" The question came from the figure behind the steering wheel. Amira was silent for a moment. Then he realized something, that destiny could not be changed.

"No thanks." Amira replied calmly, trying to disguise the trembling sound from her lips.

"Yes already." Dinan closed his windshield and ran his car.

"Just like that?" Amira said softly, I don't know what else she would expect. Dinan was with a woman who did not know who because she was seen sitting in the back seat. Amira also did not have time to just peek because she was busy with calming herself.

Amira sighed then she walked slowly, no longer in a hurry. Niatan who was so excited to see Faris's son was gone without a trace. Amira seemed to be drowning in a sea of memories.

The incident just reminded him of the incident on Monday morning, when Nirmala who was sitting with Dinan in the car gave him the same offer and with the same answer he gave. The memories seemed to be sticking out into the surface. The memory of Dinan as if he was quiet now again shadowing him, Amira rubbed her face and then said Istighfar repeatedly.

Amira opened the fence of the house then she occasionally turned to the house next door that looked crowded with evidence of many cars lined up. Amira grimaced feeling a rumble in her heart. He was envious of all the happiness he did not get. Amira lowered her head then raised her face, she accidentally saw a group of men walking out of the house. He immediately pretended to look and returned struggling with the lock of the fence which he suddenly found difficult to open because his hands shook.

"Assalamualaikum" Faris' greeting made Amira turn.

"Waalaikumsalam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh," replied Amira lowered her head.

"Just come home, Mi?" ask Faris.

"Yes sir." Amira.

"Oh, are there many jobs people who want to marry?"

"Lumayan sir."

"I'm sorry, Adzan already." Amira just lowered her head then immediately unlocked the fence and walked in. Avoiding everything about the past. He had seen a lot of people he knew but did not want to be arrogant by not saying hello to him just looking after himself.

Amira goes into the house not forgetting to close it back, then she. Take off her shoes and walk to the bathroom. He would wash his feet and take ablution water for asar prayers before coming to Faris' house. If it were not for his sister's family and his mother being gone he might have chosen not to come but wanted how else he should come as a representative of the family.

Amira took the water and drank it to the toilet before she went into the room. Amira held prayer rugs and performed four rakaat sholah asar. After the Asar Amira prayer do not forget dzikir then performed dzikir afternoon as well. Dzikir in addition to the obligatory prayer dzikir there are also dzikir performed after dawn and after the asar prayer. If his brother often said reciting ma'letat.

After her usual routine was finished, Amira picked up a set of robes she had ironed earlier this morning before she left to teach. Amira chose a dark red robe with the shape of the bottom half a circle width. There is a strap on the waist that is covered with a wide headscarf. Amira wore a needle under her chin then took the gift box she had prepared, but she had not forgotten to put the phone in her pocket.

Amira went back in the mirror, then came out of the room and closed the door. Amira stepped outside and locked the door, she was in her own house so the door had to be locked when she went anywhere. Amira came out of the narrow yard of her house, just closed the iron fence of her house she saw a scene that made her eyes itchy and reddened. There, Dinan was holding a toddler who was being fed by a beautiful woman. Amira sighed, she had faltered but she had to be strong.

Amira steps towards Faris' house as if she did not see the little family, she enters through the front door and is greeted by Maida, Faris' wife.

"Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh," greetings Amira.

"Waalaikumsalam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh," replied Maida, who was originally about to call her husband.

"Well, I'm bothered about it."

"Don't bother Ma'am, just a small gift for adek sholeh." Amira rubs the baby's head held by Maida.

"Let's go in, it's deserted!" Amira nodded.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, not on invitation."

"Father, Ammah is what matters to him." Maida replied in a child's voice. Amira smiled at the words.

"Yes, may you be the son of Sholeh. To be devoted to his parents, a blessing to his parents and to the Muslims." Amira stroked the head of the seven-day-old baby.

"Aamiin, jazakillah his prayer ammah."

"Aamiin wayak" replied Amira then she shook the hands of the relatives who were still in the house. He sat down next to Maida.

"Want a sling?" Amira nodded uncertainly.

"But fear," said Amira like a tweet.

"Sir papa, Mommy will also get used to it." Said a woman with a dark blue headscarf.

"The indecent experience."

"Here I help" said the woman kindly. Amira nodded tensely.

"Yes forced dong Mas, mbaknya this woman will also have children." Amira denounced hearing the woman's words. He had not expected that to be so, he had forgotten that this woman was the same woman he had seen with Dinan.

"No, I still can't."

"Don't be forced, a woman has her instincts later on when having a child must be brave by itself." Dinan gave the girl in his carry to the dark blue veiled woman.

"Do you want to come here or go home?"

"Mas Dinan wants to go home?"

"Yes, but not at home. I'm gonna go get Damar and Mala."

"I'm just here." Dinan nodded then said goodbye to Faris. Unexpectedly Amira turned her head towards Maida who had already changed her expression.

Does Maida know that Nirmala had feelings for her husband?

Amira sighed softly then she gently stroked the baby cheek on Maida's lap.

"Whose name is Mama?" Amira tried to melt the atmosphere, she did not know but the atmosphere looked awkward.

"His name is Muhammad Ali. Call Ali Ammah."

"Gee, may you be as virtuous and noble as Ali ibn Abi Talib." Amira was still gently caressing the little baby's cheeks.

"Zahra wants to see, kiss Nak!" The baby girl kissed Ali's cheek with anxiety.

"How much weight does a mother weigh?"

"Front thirty ounces and fifty high."

"It's pretty long, yeah" said the woman in the dark blue headscarf.

"Yes" said Maida.

"If normal can be fresh immediately huh Mbak. I used to be angry with Dinan because my son was born cesar. The cesarean baby said the volume of his brain was good because it was not pinched, so I thought no cesarean. But Dinan insisted on asking normal, because he said the effect on the respiratory tract is that."

"Yes her name is usually normal, you're weird, Ga." Maida said in a low tone.

"You were very young, Mother. Less knowledge." Maida just nodded without answering.

"Oh yeah, your niece what's her name, Am?"

"Fatimah Ma'am, have you met?"

"Already, it's time to walk before the birth. Meet him abis follow his ashes to the mosque prayer dawn." Amira smiled as she nodded.

"Whose full name?"

"Fatimah." Amira answered with confidence.

"Oh, just one word?"

"Yes," replied Amira then Maida exclaimed. While the woman who was with Dinan was out following the footsteps of her son.

"Indeed, in Islam it is recommended to give a name, because it is feared to be a collection of some people if a few words. There are also some names that are prohibited." Amira stared at Maida enthusiastically, her baby put in the hijab for breastfeeding.

"Yes, such as the name given using names that belong to Allah, such as Wahid, Karim, Rozak. It is forbidden if only one name then there should be others like Abdullah, Abdul so." Amira gave a big smile then.

"Thank you for being more science." Maida smile.

"Getting names with religion is also forbidden, Am."

"meaning?" Amira was confused.

"Addin, that's religion. For example, the name Syaifuddin is forbidden. Though so far Indonesia is very mushrooming name by leaning religion."

"Well, just found out" Ma'am."

"I also know from Faris' mas when we discussed the baby's name."

"Keep if the one who has the right to give the name is right husband, Ma'am?"

"Yes, right. The owner of the nomenclature and the name-giver is the thing of a husband." Amira nodded then she stared at the clock. Already showed at five o'clock more, he resigned to resign but was banned by Maida. Maida asks Amira to eat first.

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