You're Not the First

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Because they did not look they flocked out to see the prince who had conquered the heart of their friend, Sofiyah.

Along with that Mikail came carrying bags of groceries containing fruits as souvenirs and fruits.

"This is Nik?" Whisper one of them who saw Mikail enter.

Fiah moved his hand in response instead.

"This is Mikail's name. Mr. Mike introduce these to Fiah's friends."

They shake hands and mention each other's names.

"Ko, here!" Sophia called her husband from a distance.

Basofi who was enjoying sponge cake on a plate using a small spoon immediately grabbed the tissue and rubbed it around his mouth. He then immediately ran over to Sofiyah who greeted him with her hands directed at him. Make Babas smile because he feels so anxious. If I could just want to bite him right now.

Babas welcomes Sofiya's hand and holds her tightly. He drew his lips closer to kissing the wife's white cheek but Sofiyah refused him by touching Basofi's cheek until his face turned to look at her friends Aya.

"Ehm...."

"Duileh nik's...."

"Yes greetings.....!!"

"Ngenes is so single"

The girls and some mothers commented on each other making a rowdy atmosphere so that the visitors also noticed the excitement created suddenly.

Cici Siska who was busy sitting at the cashier also followed by looking at them so noisy his men.

"Ko.. These are Aya's friends..."

"Basophy..." Koko Babas shakes hands with Aya's friends.

Then Sofiyah dragged Basofi's arm closer to where her former superior, Cici Fransiska, was.

"Ci, this is Koko Babas, Fiah's husband"

Ci Siska descended from his place of greatness and saluted Basofi.

"This is Adi's son? How's mom papa doing?"

Babas turned his head towards Sofiyah who nodded at him.

"Good...." Babas answered with doubt.

"I hope everything goes well"

"I hope soo"

"Waiting for the invitation..." Said Ci Siska.

"Snake...!" Sofiyah pointed her thumb.

"Ci...this!" One of his men pushed money from the buyer to ask for change.

"You go in first! Eat what there is!"

"Yes Ci, thank you." Said Sofiyah

"Koko wait in front first yes, I want to talk to my friends. Not for long" he said to ask her husband to wait for her in his original seat.

And briefly Aya version of course does not match reality. Basofi and Mikail had even finished the cake served and had spent three cigarettes but Sofiyah had not appeared yet.

After almost moldy and moss, Sofiyah came out while carrying a parcel from Ci Siska.

"Yes long?" Sofi asked without any guilt.

"No, but my skin is burnt like a gini" Basofi said, showing the back of his mature brown hand.

"This is really like this..." Said Sofiyah while holding Babas' arm.

"Based on the boss don't know himself!!" Mikail grumbled that was left alone and had to bring a cardboard containing cakes for Abah Fani. Not just one but ten boxes.

"What is it?" Tanya Aya who was sitting next to Basofi when she saw Mikail back and forth carrying cardboard with the help of the employees there.

"Make Abah Fani" he said while watching Mikail who could instantly get along with the girls who were helping her.

"Thank you.. my husband is so good it turns out"

"You know what?" Babas rolled his eyes.

"Yes..."

Basofi pinched his wife's tiny nose and kissed her cheek until it rang mmmmmmuuuaccchhhh..

"Are you sure you don't want to be delivered?" Mikail who had been sitting behind the wheel still had time to tease Sofiyah's friends.

"Don't forget to call my brother!" Mikail whose head was outside the window made a phone code with her thumb and pinky right next to her ear.

Sofiyah's friends who happened to come home just laughed giggling at Mikail's actions.

"Don't spread the charm of the street spout! We haven't prayed Ashar!" Basofi Command.

"Ish. Let's go ko!" Sofiyah.

"Mr boss emang ter de best dah!" Mikail.

"Dada..... first yeah!" Sofiyah exclaimed after opening the window while waving her hand.

"Be careful! Don't forget the invitation, Nik!" They said simultaneously.

"Miss... tonic?" Ask Basofi.

"Hehem". Sofiyah nodded her head to answer her husband's question.

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After asking each other the news and stale bases finally Basofi asked something that made him curious.

"Well, now Aya's four weeks pregnant..." Said.

"Alhamdulillah.tok cer ya mas Basofi. Once directly so. Just one month of marriage?

Next week is forty days, Sora. Thank God you have another grandchild." He said while looking at Haji.

Sofiya lowered her head to hear Abah Fani. So embarrassed. Bu Hajah who was sitting next to him gave a smile while rubbing his back.

"Yes Alhamdulillah. Em... that's bah, want to ask about the four-monthly event. Is that what it's required or how is bah?" Basofi asked enthusiastically.

"In Islam there is no such guide. It's just that our tradition is often holding a pitcher and sharing with neighbors since the days of our ancestors. Want a wedding, ngundang neighbors, pregnant ngundang neighbors, giving the name of the children ngundang neighbors, want khitan ngundang neighbors even to remember the family who died we also invite neighbors to pray together.

There was no problem as long as his intention was not to worship. Only the intention of thanking the Almighty and asking prayers from neighbors and relatives so that the child in the womb becomes a righteous child, obedient to religion, parents, nation and state. He is also a child who brings blessings wherever he is.

While this four-monthly tradition is done because at the age of 20 weeks of pregnancy is the time when the spirit is blown into the fetus,

Therefore, not a few families in Indonesia who carry out the 4-month tradition with various activities such as prayer and prayer for the mother and baby to be safe and smooth until the day of delivery.

It refers to the Qur’an Surat Al-Mu’minun (23) verses 12-14, "And indeed We have created man from a starch derived from (land). Then We made the essence of the starch (which is stored) in a firm place (womb). Then We made a lump of blood, and We made a lump of flesh, and a lump of flesh We made a bone, and the bones We wrapped with flesh. Then We made him another (shaped) creature. Blessed be Allah, the Best Creator."

This verse is also reinforced with the description of hadith

“Verily every one of you gathered his creation in the belly of his mother for forty days (in the form of*****), then became a lump of blood in forty days. Then it becomes a lump of flesh within forty days as well. Then an angel blew a soul into it and was commanded to write down four things; his fortune, his death, his charity, and whether he became a wretched or happy man.” (Muslim bin Hajjaj An-Naisaburi, Shahh Muslim, Cairo: Darul Ghad Al-Jadid, 2008, vol. VIII, juz 16, p. 165)

Based on the hadith above, the scholars translate the four months of pregnancy as an accumulation of forty days each stage of the process of fetal development in the mother's womb.

In other words, the first forty days are ***** forming an embryo, the second forty days being blood, the third forty days being a lump of flesh and then the spirit blowing over the fetus. Three times forty days becomes 120 days or four months.

At this time it is recommended to increase prayers for the Little One so that he is born safely and grows into a child who is virtuous and devout.

While the origin of the tingkeban or often called mitoni is taken from the word pitu or seven where this customary ceremony is carried out when the age of the womb enters seven months.

Or there are also those who interpret tingkeban with ati-ati by nungkepi (Be careful when visiting****hi)

While in some areas there are stories that tell about this incident happened

... since the time of Prabu Jayabaya from the glory of the Kingdom of Kediri....

...At that time there was a woman named Niken Satingkeb who married a royal courtier Kediri named Sadiyo....

...From the wedding, Niken Sutingkeb had given birth nine times but none of the survivors made the couple sad until they came to Prabu Jayabaya and asked for advice....

...“Sang Prabu gave 3 suggestions to do for Niken Sutingkeb and Sadiyo...

...First they were asked to bathe every Wednesday (thumbah), secondly continued bathing on Saturday (budha), and third holy bath using holy water and dipper of coconut shell....

...During the holy bath, Niken Satingkeb was asked to offer a prayer of hope so that if pregnant again given smooth and healthy baby....

...“Since then, what Niken Satingkeb did became a tradition that women do while pregnant....

As for the series of windows such as watering or bathing, inserting eggs into the mother's sarong cloth done by the husband, then brojolan, which is to insert a pair of young ivory coconuts that have been fond of Arjuna and Sumbadra. Then, the mother-to-be replaced the clothes with cloth as many as seven different motifs. It's all just custom. If done it is only to preserve the culture without belief if not implement it will get disaster or distress. Just as a culture yes Mas Bas, not the guidance of our religious teachings. As a form of gratitude and ask for prayer. That's what we have to underline"

The lengthy explanation from Abah Fani opened up new horizons in the space of his head and made him steady to carry it out.

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"Yes.... !!!" Basofi who was in kamarafi shouted loudly enough to call Sofiyah.

"Astaghfirullahaladhim.... What the hell is ko? Pake screaming all. It sounds from outside!" Sofiyah who was shocked to hear the voice of her husband was shocked to come to the husband who was in the bathroom.

"Wait! Don't leave!" Basofi was very upset.

"Astaghfirullah.

"Eat it here! Already knew her husband was timid even in staying" Basofi said as he closed the bathroom door.

Sofiyah sneered at her husband's strange behavior and after Basofi came out of the bathroom Sofiyah taunted him.

"If koko is a coward how will our child be?"

"That's look. Later think. It's a hassle" he said without burden.

"Then you want to be a father is still a coward. What try?" Sofiya was opening her mother's book. There are five books owned by Mami and two books owned by Papi.

"Cmon girl! We finish what's there now. Tomorrow's business we think about it!" He said as he charged towards Sofiyah before his wife noticed.

"Cocco ihh... ticklish...."

"Don't yell later heard from the outside you know" he said flipping Sofiyah's words.

"Ehm.... most can!"

"Can dong! Bismillah hunt first!"

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longest part ever. Is it not?

Btw, You are Not the First will soon be finished, my dear friends alaika.