Woman Behind the Veil

Chapter 34

Entering the content of Aisyah which has been to 9 months of time where my bother is sometimes back and forth from the hospital because I do not know at all the name Contraction there is a fake that is when Aisyah feels sick and want to give birth immediately but upon arrival at the hospital his contract is gone.

that afternoon I was busy cooking and washing clothes heard the sound of Aisyah screaming from the living room.

 "Massss....sakiiettt, where are you?"

I hurriedly finished the task and ran towards Aisyah when I reached the place where Aisyah was how surprised I was to see the blood around *sensor* to her feet, I hurriedly carried Aisyah out of the house and headed to the car, wanting to contact Dad but the house was far away.

After turning on the car I immediately drove towards the nearest hospital around where I live, I saw that it was pale as Aisyah's face was dripping blood continuously, I was so worried and afraid she was wondering why.

"Aduh maaasss cepetan, sakiiit" he whispered

"Patience well dear soon we reach the kok" while stroking his face full of sweat.

When I arrived at the hospital, I took him to the administration.

"Sir please my wife wants to be born"

"Dad I called the doctor for a moment"

Not long after the doctor came with the nurse carrying the train bed, I put Aisyah on the bed and pushed her along with the nurse into the delivery room, Aisyah's hand just holding my hand, the grip was so strong that I could feel the pain Aisyah was in.

After entering the delivery room the doctor also prepared his tools as well as his sisters, while I continued to accompany Aisyah, spread her out and advised her to pray a lot, the more sweat pours out on Aisyah's head the stronger the grip on my hand.

"take a deep breath Buk continue to breathe out slowly, take another breath, take it out slowly" the doctor asked

Aisha "aaaahhhhhhhrrgg...!!!"

3 Hours of time that did not briefly feel the pain of giving birth, I could not imagine the pain like what?, in the hadith of Rasulullah shallallahu'alaihi wassalam said"

"There are 7 martyrs besides those killed in the way of Allah: Those who die by thaun are martyred. The one who drowned, martyr. The man who died because of a severe wound in his stomach was martyred. People who die of stomach pain, martyrdom. The one who burned to death, martyred. People who die from hard things are martyred. And the dead woman, while there's a fetus in her womb." (CHR. Abu Daud 3111 and al-Albani).

"UWEEEE...UWEEEE.." The voice I had been waiting for for 9 months finally sounded too, the voice of a Baby Girl broke the silence.

But suddenly Aisyah's grip weakened in my hands finally she was unconscious, the doctor hurriedly checked what was happening with Aisyah.

"Where's my wife's doc?" my word

"It looks like your wife lost a lot of blood, so her condition weakened when the baby"

"How did Doc go?" I was hoping to worry

"The blood type of Mr. O's wife must be donated blood, otherwise it will endanger the condition of the Father's Wife"

"Dok please Doc my wife, any way so that nothing happens" I begged

"Quietly, I checked first who knows the hospital still has blood supply"

"Thank you Doc"

"Sama-sama, please wait outside let his wife rest first"

I also went out and occasionally saw the state of Aisyah who was pale in her face, like helpless, somehow there was a bad feeling in my heart about Aisyah but I threw away that feeling because I did not want was syaithon to control me.

I walked over and asked where my son was placed, the nurse pointed out the direction my son was in, and then I followed him from behind, then the nurse took me into the baby's room and there were a lot of babies there, the nurse showed me that my baby was second from the back end.

I then approached slowly on the baby's special little bed and I stood right in the position where my son was soundly asleep, Subhanallah feeling cape, he said, the pain in the hands of the Cave that turns blue because the handle of Aisyah seemed to disappear just like that when looking at my cute child sleeping, I then approached her and caressed her face that was very similar to her mother, her eyebrows, and her, his eyes were just hair and nose that looked like mine.

My tears fell down manangis haru in front of my son, now my status is now a father, as recently as I felt single, now I already have a child who will call me Dad.

"Alhamdulillah O Allah You have entrusted trust for a servant who is a beautiful baby girl like her mother" my bathin while wiping tears on my cheeks

Sometimes I can see the struggle of women who are half-dead giving birth to their children with full struggle between life and death but when finished giving birth to the husband does not ask how the state of his wife but directly see the baby girl or men, for those who still have mothers may continue to be devoted to him because by Allah a drop of sweat your birthing struggle cannot be paid for with the treasures of the world, then it is natural that the punishment of a disobedient child will be hastened in the world because his mother who gave birth to him willingly died but his son retaliated with iniquity.

I sat in the waiting chair and bowed lethargic because there had been no word from the doctor about Aisyah's state, my mind began to fall apart, on the one hand I am happy to have a very funny daughter but I also do not want anything to happen with Aisyah.

I then called Dad, Mom and my in-laws to tell them the happy news. "Hallo assalamu'alaikum Yah"

"Wa'alaikumsalam, what's up, son?"

"Father same mother to the hospital yah today"

"Huh ! Who's sick, son?"

"Nobody is sick, but Aisha is born"

"God finally I have a grandson, we have a grandson now Buk" they heard on the phone

"Yaudah Yah cepetan here yes I wait"

"Yes, I'll be there soon"

my parents asked for forgiveness this was their first grandchild but no one asked me how Aisyah was doing, I deliberately did not bother them to be afraid of worry so I prioritized the good news first let them see for themselves Aisyah's condition.

Typing my hand on the keyboard hp stopped when Abe's voice seemed choked to continue the story, I looked at his face as if there was a deep sadness in his heart, I don't know what sadness it is I'm not good to ask it then I let him to be quiet for a moment until he said a word from his mouth.

"No need to hold back Akhi, if you want to cry please so that the heart is a little relieved" I asked as I patted his shoulder

"Afwan Akhi, ana will continue again, understand the hehe atmosphere" he said, smiling at me

With a deep breath, Abe finally continued the story of the veiled woman who had been cut off.

3 months later...

"Dad...Ayesha....where are you, baby?" call me that morning and read the newspaper

In my mind I think "this is usually a child when called cepet datengnya but how not dateng dateng dateng?" thought

Because a long time never come to me I then walk towards the kitchen maybe he was busy so he did not listen to my call.

Even when I got to the kitchen I did not find him there, "where is this child?, he is not usually like this" my heart

I then stepped about to leave the guest room but my steps stopped to see my mother was holding my daughter Annisa who is now 3 months old, she grew up in a healthy condition and curvaceous body, he said, white skin anyone who looked at him would want to carry him because he was so anxious.

I walked up to my daughter and stroked her face and hair and kissed her saying "hmmm.Harumnya son Abi, have a bath well" I asked.

Annisa just looked at me expressionlessly and then laughed, this is what makes me even more anxious while pinching softly on her red cheeks, then I carried her while walking to the window of the room showing the courtyard of the house not far from the highway so that my daughter felt the cool air in the morning.

Annisa can only laugh with excitement while moving her legs and hands like she wants to walk out of the house "may you be a child who is sholeha yah Nak" I said while kissing her sweet potato

"Where is Ayesha?, how am I looking for nothing?" ask me while handing Annisa Mother's embrace

"You want me to make some tea, son?" ask the mother with a face that is like storing sadness

"What's this mom asking, what's the answer?, I asked Buk Aisyah where?, from now on I didn't answer my call" I asked again

"Would you like to meet Aisyah Be?" ask the father who arrived there already in front of the room door

"Where is Aisyah sir?" ask me confused

"Ntar afternoon Father anter if indeed you want to meet Aisyah" said my father then passed while walking down

This guy's home on why the hell?today it's all strange" my bath as I walk in the guest room to continue reading the newspaper

In the afternoon by car I, Dad, my mother and daughter Annisa left for a place where Aisyah was, the driver at that time my father while I sat in the back while holding Annisa who had been crying since then continued not to stop, the tumben of this child is difficult to stop crying usually I joke for a while has stopped.

I myself was disappointed and it felt like I wanted to scold Aisyah who from morning to afternoon did not go home, did not she realize that her daughter was looking for her.

"Cup cup.sabar yah Nak, just meet Ummi soon" said I

While Mom and Dad only silence a thousand languages from the beginning to depart.

The car then stopped right in front of the Muslim cemetery, I was surprised "wanted Aisyah here all day until I didn't want her son?" my bathin

My curiosity was so great that I finally asked Dad "Well, why did Aisyah come here until I didn't want time?" while holding back the mounting anger

Like not caring about my question Dad just walked on and on I followed him from behind while showering "if I didn't want Annisa I'd get angry with Aisyah"

Father's footsteps stopped in a tomb and he changed from a standing position to squatting and facing his body towards the tomb as well as Mother.

"Where is his wife, sir?" ask me who is still upset

His face then saw me and his eyes glazed with glass and then his fingers pointed to the tombstone.

My eyes then followed the direction of Father's index finger and read the inscription on the tombstone that read Aisha Bint Abdul Rahman suddenly my body shook, my knees were no longer able to hold the weight of my body I finally sat down right where Aisyah was buried, my memory suddenly recovered considering the incident 3 months ago where my last meeting with Aisyah.

"Was have you always known me as your wife?"

I couldn't answer him just a cry and a nod.

Aisha "Alhamdulillah who created and killed her creature" as her index finger pointed upward

I'm "honey please don't talk like that?, I'm sure you'll get well"

Aisyah "maaffin Aisyah yah Mas all this time can not make Mas happy, hopefully mas ridho"

I wept down beside her body and arrived2 said the sentence Laa ilaa ha illallah Muhammadarasulullah.As her index finger facing the sky, Aisyah's grip weakened with her breath that stinged stingingly, and finally the soul of the body leaves this mortal world to the Realm of Eternity.

"shah.shah...wake shah..." I try to move his lifeless body

The doctor scattered me and took me away from Aisyah's body but I was not willing to lose it, it took 2 people who could withstand my tantrums who did not want Aisyah's body taken away from me.

Before I could see his face again for the last time, his face was as calm as that of a slumbering person with a slight smile on his lips.

After disholati Aisha's body was brought to her final resting place, I was only fixated to see her body to be buried as if I were like a human who lost half my soul.

For a week I was told by the mother of a wealthy mentally ill person, whose job was waiting for Aisyah in front of the house, my appetite was reduced until my body became thin unkempt.

My eyes came back crying when I realized that Aisyah had left this world, my Angel had left, no more eye conditioning, no one else made tea for me in the morning, no more jokes, spoiled and smiles that always adorn my day, no more sounds that wake me up for evening prayers, and always teach about the meaning of patience, he said, Aisha Thou hast succeeded in making the angel of heaven jealous of thee, The angels of the world are indeed not savory but they are created not from the word kun fayakun directly so, so, the test of the angel of the world is so heavy of the many limits he must keep that God does not wrath. Therefore it is natural that when the woman of the world enters heaven her beauty will defeat the angel of heaven.