Womb of Rebutant

The name of Dilla

It's been forty days since Dilla's death. Risma is back as usual. Her pregnancy was waiting for the month.

The days that Risma passed by were so quiet and silent. Since Dilla's departure, the house was suddenly quiet. The silent heart of Risma at this moment.

Every time he entered Dilla's room, it must have been seen that Dilla was smiling at him wearing the same white clothes as him during his seventh monthly event.

Arta also felt sad as Risma felt. It is undeniable that the presence of Dilla has grown more seeds of affection for her.

Until when compared to the current position of Dilla and Risma is the same. Yeah, Arta loves Dilla like she loves Risma.

But when he realized his love for Dilla, his first wife was gone forever. Just leave memories for her.

Arta and Risma.

Two people Dilla loved more than herself. Dilla loved Arta for the rest of her life.

And he was also very, very fond of Risma until the end of his life. At the time he left, he still held both hands of the man and also called the name of both as a sign of his love for both of them who had sincerely accepted his sinful self.

Dilla died in a state of repentance, may Allah accept her repentance as well as all her acts of worship. And placed in the heaven of His God.

Amynn..

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A hundred days passed after Dilla's death. Arta and Risma are back as usual. Always romantic at all times if there is a chance.

Her pregnancy is old and just waiting for the day to give birth, does not discourage Risma to stay still.

Arta has said often,

"Enough evening sports, baby. Don't move around here anymore. Afraid you'll see it!" arta said when she saw Risma was busy cleaning her flower plants with Dilla.

The flower garden that the two made when the two damn men came and made a riot to make Risma faint to the point of Dilla rampaging like a lioness was pouncing on her prey.

Risma chuckled remembering that. Her lips kept smiling considering Dilla.

The deg!

The hand stopped instantly as it remembered Dilla's words. He had already prepared the names for his two children.

Risma left the flower garden and walked quickly to the top floor. Where is Dilla's room. The room that has always been Risma occupied if Arta is on night service at the hospital.

Arta who saw it immediately got up and followed Risma who was now walking fast with her distended stomach.

"Prophey darling. Be careful!" remember Arta when he saw Risma exhausted when walking up the stairs.

Whereas on the right side of the house Arta has provided an elevator for Risma. Still Risma prefers to go up and down stairs. He wants sport, he said.

Arta can only resign.

the two walked to Dilla's room.

Arriving there, Risma immediately opened the door of the room.

Chequek.

The deg!

The deg!

The two people were stunned as they smelled the scent of roses in the room. Risma stared straight ahead, the drawer of Dilla's dresser nightstand.

Grn, deg, deg..

"Mbak Dilla." he said unknowingly.

Arta was like that too.

My dear.. Faradillas..

Risma and Arta approached.

Both of them were hypnotized with the beautiful smile of Faradilla.

Both of them stood right in front of Dilla's Rias table. Dilla led Risma to open the drawer still with a smile.

Arta's eyes condensed. Dilla approached. Risma still touched the drawer and pulled it.

Mas Arta's.. I love you so much..

The cup!

Arta's eyes closed as she felt a warm kiss that felt right up to her heart. Again, a clear circle flowed down his cheek.

Dilla's back at Risma. He did the same.

Risma pecked as she felt her whole face as if it was being kissed by something. The clear circle flowed down his cheeks.

The wind blew and blew in his ears.

Inside the drawer was jewelry and also a dowry from Arta's mas to Mbak. Take it and give it to my two daughters.

Farah and Farisma.

Tell them both. That Mother Dilla loved them both very much. Even though Mother is no longer with him, but part of your self will be with you.

Mother loves you both very much. Just like Mother loved the father of Arta and Buna Risma.

You're my boosters when I'm down. Thanks darlin..

The time is up here. Give that name to our two daughters. Ma'am should be back. The promise is done.

Cup.

Mother pamit darling..

Sometime, you ask your father and mother to go to your new home? Do not forget to pray for your mother.

Babak pamit darling.. My mas.. I'm pampering.

Cup.

Cup.

Wuush..

A strong wind blew inside the room. Risma and Arta sobbed at Dilla's beautiful smile and floated past the two.

"Mr.."

"Honey.." said Risma and Arta together.

Dilla smiled and nodded.

See you in His heaven God my faithful companions..

Taps!

Dilla's window closed to coincide with Risma's stomach which was immediately heartburn and very hearty until she held Dilla's dressing table to shake violently.

"Abang, I'm giving birth! Take me to the hospital!"

The deg!

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