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Day after day changed mingu by week and month also alternated.

The age of Khalisa content enters the birth month.

The stomach is getting bigger, of course, makes sleep uncomfortable.

Nick no longer craves. As a standby husband there is always when Khalisa needs.

Caca will soon be graduating from elementary school in a few months.

While the couple Ustadz Salman and Dira still have to be patient and pray a lot and try to be given a baby soon.

This morning Oma Marisa was accompanying Khalisa on the morning walk in the garden behind their house.

Nick and Caca go swimming and joking.

That's how Daddy and his daughter despite frequent arguments but without them realizing a little bit of the nature of Nich declined in Caca.

"Darling, sit here. There's something Mom wants to say." Oma Marisa leads Khalisa who follows her in-laws' request.

Of course the baby twins pregnancy makes Khalisa's stomach size bigger.

"What's the matter Mom?" Khalisa looked at Oma Marisa's shady face.

"Back Mom often dreams of meeting Dad. Nick's dad." Oma Marisa let out a long breath.

"Mom not once. In a month, Dad even visits Mom in a dream." The Oma Marisa.

"In a dream you can see Daddy's happy smile, despite the anxiety in your heart." Oma paused her words.

"But Mom has calmed down, if indeed God predestines Mom soon after Daddy, Mom sincerely. Mom is also calm because there is already you who will accompany Nick and Caca. Soon baby twins will be born. Mom is so happy." Oma Marisa rubs gently on Khalisa's large and round belly.

"Mom, life and death of man are all secrets of Allah SWT. Even so Khalisa, Mas Nick and Caca also baby twins want Oma to live long, healthy, happy and still longer with Us. Moreover, Khalisa already considers Mom like Khalisa's own birth mother. Khalisa wants Mom to be together We saw Caca and Baby Twins grow up and see them together Khalisa and Mas Nick." Khalisa holds Oma Marisa's hand.

"Yes Dear. Mom also hopes to see Grandkids Oma grow. Caca, Baby Twins. Oma's favorite grandkids." Oma Marisa can no longer hold back her tears.

"Mom how about tomorrow We Pilgrimage Daddy's kemakam, as well as kemakam Mbak Aurel. It's been a while since we've all been there." Khalisa.

"Yes Dear. Although every prayer Mom did not forget to pray for the late Daddy and Aurel but it seems Mom has not been shaky for a long time." Oma Marisa wiped the tears that fell back.

In fact, the interaction of Oma Marisa and Khalisa, captured by Nick, he did not want to disturb letting the two speak from heart to heart.

Nick realized of course his fellow women will understand each other even though he is Mom Marisa's biological son sometimes still does not understand the feelings of the Mother.

While in the residence of Pak Baskoro, Ustadz Salman was busy accompanying Papa Baskoro to walk around the garden in the back of their house.

In-laws and Daughters look compact, there are many discussions they discuss, from companies, hobbies to sharing about religion.

Although older Papa Baskoro is not shy to study and ask Ustadz Salman the son-in-law because for Papa Baskoro even as a gift he can freely ask his own daughter-in-law.

Dira who sat in a pensive garden chair attracted the attention of Mother Amelia who was originally going to approach Papa Baskoro chose to sit next to her daughter.

"Darling, daydreaming?"

The soft voice of Mother Amelia spread Dira's reflection.

"Mother." Dira smiled to find Mother Amelia sitting next to him now rubbing the head of Dira.

While taking a breath, take a sip before opening the conversation.

"Dira was just thinking about something." Dira paused before he opened his voice.

"Dira is worried Bun, until now Dira has not been pregnant." Dira's face looked down with a look of sadness in her beautiful face.

Mother Amelia understood very well what Dira felt.

Of course his marriage with Baskoro decades even now not destined to be given offspring.

"Honey, here look at Mother."

Dira turned his face to Mother Amelia. Mother Amelia can see the corner of Dira's eyes creek with glazed netra.

"Dira was afraid Bun, could not give Brother Salman offspring. Dira was afraid that Kak Salman like Papa, Dira," did not have time to continue his words as tears and sobs preceded.

Mother Amelia carried Dira in her arms. Patting gently on the daughter's back, she continued, who was considered worthy of her own daughter.

Mother Amelia let Dira first vent sadness and tightness in her chest.

Slowly Dira's cries subsided, the sobbing stopped and Dira unraveled her embrace.

Mother Amelia wiped the tears that soaked Dira's beautiful face.

Slowly, Mother Amelia opened her voice.

"Honey, Mommy can understand what you are feeling right now. Mother understands your worries about the past Papa, Mother and Your Mama. Mother knows even though all has passed you are traumatized by all of that."

"But one thing you should know, darling, everyone's life is different. What happened to Papa, Mother and Mama You will not necessarily be the same as what You live now."

"Mother is grateful to have a daughter like you even though she was not born from the womb of Mother. But your existence makes Mother can feel what it's like to be a Mother."

"Mother is also happy, you are in a match with Salman. Mommy believes Salman is a gentleman, a good and responsible man. Mommy believes Salman knows how to guard his wife's heart and glorify women."

"Honey, there is no temptation that God gives us as his servant that exceeds the limits of our ability. God knows even more than ourselves. Our job is to try, pray and leave everything to God. Mother believes soon you will be given the belief of having descendants who are sholeh and sholeha. Be kind to God. For God is as his servant's prejudice."

"God gives trials not because he does not like us, God gives trials to his servants who are considered capable. Then don't you ever say why it should be me? It is easy for God to answer, For I have chosen you from many of my servants whom I consider capable of passing through this ordeal."

Dira permeates word for word that Mother Amelia conveys.

"Mother, sorry if Dira used to be so bad to think of Mommy. Thank you for being a good mother to Dira." Dira hugged back the middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful at her age who was no longer young.

"Mother also thanked you and Salman. Your Presence complements our family. Whatever happens do not hesitate to share with Mother yes Dear." Mother Amelia rubbed Dira's back slowly.

While looking at the sight of Amelia and Dira hugging, Papa Baskoro's tears did not feel soaked in the cheeks.

Ustadz Salman hugged his father-in-law and excitedly patted Papa Baskoro's arm.

"Thank you Salman. Abdullah would be proud to have you as his son. He managed to educate you to be a sholeh man. Through you family we can gather in harmony." It felt like novelty enveloped Papa Baskoro.

"We are Pa's family. Don't hesitate. Salman is Papa's son too. Whatever happens Salman will always be there for you."

"Thank you, son." Papa Baskoro cried in happiness.