Wrong Khitbah

138. 2: SPLIT UP

After approximately two weeks in the Arab country, it is time they returned to the homeland.

With all the preparations that have been prepared, they just bring the body to go home tomorrow.

"Mother, love to Humairah huh. Mairah would have liked it, and this is for Helwa's sister" Zahwa said, showing the souvenirs he had bought yesterday.

"Yes baby, besides you've given a name in every bag, right"

"Yes, but Wawa is not satisfied if you don't know directly"

"Basic of the Mother's child"

"Hehe"

Mother Fatimah looked at Zahwa fixedly, her hands unceasingly stroking Zahwa's hands. Over time his vision began to blur, before Zahwa realized it was his tears first.

Coinciding with Zahwa who turned away, he smiled again.

"Mother why? " Task Zahwa when he sees the eyes of the Mother reddened.

"It's okay, baby.. Mother is just looking at your face freely. Because, after tomorrow Mother will not be able to meet you directly like this, Mother will not be able to hold your hand again like this, Mother will not be able to see her smile directly again, Mother will not be able to see her smile directly, Mother will not be able to hear your voice like this anymore, Mother is not sure she can resist hugging you and... Hicks"

"Mother. enough.. hiks.." stop Zahwa hugging Mother Fatimah.

"If you be honest, actually since yesterday Zahwa wanted to say that Zahwa is also like Mother, Zahwa will miss Mother, Zahra, Bang Azzam, Father, and others too. But Zahwa does not want Mother sad hiks...." Isak Zahwa in the arms of the Mother

"Darling... The new Mother realizes we do not have much time together like this, and only Zahra is the one who most often accompanies the days of Mother at home.

Wawa and Azzam decided to leave the house. And now it just feels when remembering tomorrow we will be separated distance and time. Sorry Mother who feels more attention to Zahra, but actually Wawa know Mother's love is not one that is biased to one in a ntara you guys. Hikss hicks"

"Mother.. Wawa also apologized if he could not be a good child, could not be a child that Mother wants, could not be happy Mother hikss"

"Wawa said what? Wawa was a good boy. Mother who apologizes if Mother is not like Mother Wawa wanted. Mother dear Wawa. child Mother. hmm"

"Wawa also dear Mother... Thank you for raising and loving Wawa until now"

"Yes dear... May you always be happy. Get healthy there, Jiddah's grandson.. Jiddah followed soon yes." said Mother Fatimah stroked Zahwa's stomach

"Hmm yes Jiddah, don't be long. Later Umma kangenn. "reply Zahwa imitates the voice of a child.

"Ahaahaha" then they laughed together.

****

"Mom... "

"Yes dear.." Akhtar's hand sings Zahwa's black mane.

"Are we really going to Turkey, right?"

"Yes.. why?"

"Must stay there?"

Akhtar stopped his movements for a moment. Then continue it back. " You don't agree that we live in Turkey hmm?" Ask Akhtar gently

"Emmm.... I-I.akhh have forgotten it" Zahwa tightened his embrace and closed his eyes

"Darling... My work and responsibilities are all in Turkey, I never want to continue the leadership of the pesantren, because I have tahfidz and ma'had huts that I built with my own efforts. There were orphanages and other jobs that I was responsible for there. If I was in Turkey, would you be in Indo? Of course I don't want to. No matter how I am your husband, and I want you to always be by my side" Akhtar explained.

"We can call every day so as not to break up communication. And a few more months will all catch up with us when our child is born"

"Yes dear... Hoaam, I'm sleepy. Bib. Ku. my love... The students are truant first, huh. hoamm.."

Zahwa's hand stroked Akhtar's jaw gently. Slowly his feet rose against Akhtar's feet.

"Can't go to sleep first"

"Hmm... why?? I sleepy sayangg ish" Rengek Zahwa with heavy eyes. His persuasion did not work he let go of his embrace in annoyance.

" Read the prayer first" Akhtar said, holding back laughter after successfully disturbing Zahwa

"That's... You mah. ah"

"Aahaha"

" Already.have read the prayer first, we just slept. But get ready to accept the punishment tonight at home later" Akhtar smiled smirk

GLAKES!

"That's.. Habib...!!!"

"Ahahahha" Akhtar laughed broadly and pulled Zahwa into his arms

***

Next day

Everyone is at the airport. A plane carrying people back to Indonesia will fly first.

" Dad, let me know when you get home"

" Yes son, I must have told you" Ali's father answered, stroking the top of Zahwa's head

" Take good care of Umi's daughter-in-law, Umi has asked Mbak to contact Umi if something happens to nak Mary"

" InshaaAllah Umi, we ask for his do'a only"

" Zi, take care of yourself, especially Mary is pregnant like this. Don't leave her alone, take care of your baby. If there is anything do not forget to tell, quickly contact us"

"Yes Bi, God willing... Abi also take care of health, if Abi's schedule is too tight. It's better to reduce it first, Abi later drop again" said Akhtar

Buya Firman smiled little, in his heart he was very happy. But looking at his son's very cold nature just like he used to be. Makes him want to laugh a little when, there is not the slightest bit of worry in Akhtar.

"Well, we'll get on the plane.remember our message. We're leaving, Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh"

Advice and warnings from parents they have saved and remembered. The drama of hugs and cries taking off to her fours again happens. After the night, the parents got on the plane.

Soon enough, the plane will take off. Akhtar hugged Zahwa's waist while looking at the plane that had been still above the ground had now started flying high in the sky.

"Hiks.."

"Don't cry" the burly hand wiped away Zahwa's tears piled up in the eye patch.

"Hm"