AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 103. DA3A

Three months passed very quickly.

May Aruni be content to travel from one city to another, from one country to another to fulfill his wishes.

Just two months later they returned to take care of Quenny in his boutique since his departure to Malaysia a few months back.

Do not ask how the level of patience Amir faced all the behavior of his wife at that time. The impromptu spoiled nature that comes exactly round tofu, makes Aruni's attitude surpass that of a three-year-old baby. All his wishes are obligated to be granted by Amir.

"Maira, I want to kiss Maira," she muttered so softly as she recalled her nephew.

Amir was already suspicious when Aruni asked permission to use his phone.

"Hello Naya, Mas Panji is there?"

"Darling...! Qiyya," Amir was riled up, let alone this time that would be done, he thought.

"Mas Panji, I want Maira," her eyes begged and was very hopeful.

"I beg you, I want to kiss Humaira, I'm a baby girl, baby girl" he said. The mainstay of the moment, in addition to puppy eyes of course.

"I want Maira, please," he repeated.

"Mas, just ignore .. let Qiyya this time." Amir forcibly took his phone from Aruni's hand grip which he was sticking to the ear lobe.

"Sister, Naya is also the same .. from three days ago noisily asked to go home, all day long crashing continues. Maira I can't carry her if she's not allowed to come home later this afternoon .. I'll take her this afternoon, sister."

Deghs. Yesterday Abah said the same thing.

"Mir, patient patient patient patience .. if morning to evening he is cheerful, another night, right? just follow it." The message at that time.

If the night is approaching, Aruni restless, a sense of heat radiates his body, especially the part around the stomach. Completely unable to swallow food even sometimes the food that he chewed this afternoon, again spewed out.

Doctor Amelia said the myom that had been removed during Naufal's surgery was now back growing and entrenched in her uterus, changing shape to Fibrosarcoma. When Aruni was forced to remain anonymous due to menstruation that did not end.

The feeling of heat is one of the effects. Even the menstruation experienced by Aruni more like a hemorrhage, no wonder that the last two months his wife often had blood transfusions because of Hb which decreased drastically.

"Darling, dzuhur used to gih. Do not forget the intention of wudhunya different, you have entered the period of istihadhah .. rushed to pray while being holy. " His spirit reminded, trying to distract Aruni to stop crying.

"Oh yeah, I haven't prayed." The ultimate move, Aruni rose up from his desk to the bathroom on the floor of his boutique.

Next Morning.

At breakfast, I am sure that the sound of the baby is heard from outside. Since the afternoon, Aruni had been in the room and was fast asleep that night until when Naya came almost midnight, she did not hear him.

"Mas, Naufal's crying?" tanyanya hesitated still in a lying position and a sleepy face.

"Dear Maira, she was here last night when you had a good night's sleep .. Is it better today? still having your period?" kiss Amir on his forehead.

"From isya, dawn has come, Mas,"

"Wait until dzuhur if so. I hope it's over." His fingers stroked the wife's face, hooking the child's hair that covered the dimpled face.

"Ok, I went to Maira first." His movements nimbly inched to the edge of the bed.

"Slow down Qiyya, Maira ain't going nowhere, she's staying here a month and a month, until Mas Panji comes home from nan-job."

"Mairaaaaaaa," he exclaimed, getting out of bed so excited that heeded Amir's explanation.

Aruni went straight to Naya's room next door, knocking on her door slowly until the adorable beautiful baby owner appeared from behind the door.

"Mba, can you please carry ga? fussy dariitadi may not be comfortable because I haven't had a bath. His dad's still asleep because last night brother brought his own car because."

"Here here, same Uwa yaa dear gemoyku." Taking a tiny, plump baby from Naya's sling.

"Well, he's straight on the dial...." Naya astonished.

"Hello pretty boy, follow Uwa play yuk in the room .. You there shower Naya, Maira same I used to be later if he cried for new breast milk I returned again," he said.

Aruni opened the door of her room slowly, seeing her husband performing duha prayers at the side of their bed.

"Abang Naufal can be a play maira temen if there is," he added while putting Maira on the bed.

"Engga ko Mas, I'm not sad I'm sincerely the same."

"What's more?"

"You take a bath, Mas Panji is still sleeping, soy sauce and now only Abah and Mama have breakfast there."

"I took breakfast here yeah, you haven't eaten."

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Aruni's daily life since Maira was near him seemed to be a cure for everything he felt. His sleep will be sound if Maira is nearby, as well as the little baby is more comfortable sleeping with Aruni by his side.

Until one morning.

Ba'da dawn, Aruni's face looks very bright after completing murajaah with her husband.

Maira who was not heard that morning crying also made the atmosphere of the morning at the Abah residence quiet.

The woman with the dimples since last night was very spoiled, not wanting a second of Amir to leave her. Until the duha time, he was still reluctant to release his face, instead asking Amir to read back Ar-Rahman. This time it must be very slow, he asked while laying his body in Amir's arms.

"Mas, I'm tired but today it feels like my body is really light, last night I met Naufal, he's more like you, he's kind of tired and now I have a chance to kiss him again."

Deghs.

"Tomorrow, continue reading." - She softly smiled, staring, caressing the handsome face of her husband.

Amir was amazed at Qiyya's shady gaze this morning, watching his wife's breath in her arms until the last verse was read, very clearly visible and felt in her body, he said, the soul drifts smoothly leaving the body while the beautiful eyelids close slowly.

Is it time for you to come back, baby....

"Qiyya, Qiy-ya.." her voice held back sobs. He ventured to put a finger under his nose, also ensuring a pulse on his wrist.

"Allah.." she cried softly.

Abah who passed in front of the room heard his son's sigh also tried to knock on the door slowly but there was no word.

"Mir's? Abah let me open the door."

Cclack.

"Mir?" the sight of plagues ambushed his old netra. Seemed his son hugged Aruni's body that was sluggish on the bed.

"Qiyya Bah, bring me my wedding gift for her."

"Change the permission to hold Runi ya Mas," Abah's permission approached with a raucous voice. The wrinkled fingers again examined his daughter-in-law's pulse.

Niente.

"Rune?" I suspect the door of the room is open. Mom cried for a moment, ignoring the presence of besan who then came out of there.

"Mas, Runi?"

There was no word from Amir, the man just clutched his wife's body tightly as if he did not allow others to touch him.

Until thirty minutes later when Laura's doctor came at Mahen's request to check, Amir did not budge.

"Sister," Naya patted her brother's shoulder slowly.

"Qiyya was beautiful this morning, also very fragrant since last night, she served me well in her time ... Nduk, Qiyya is sleeping isn't she?" Amir began to sound, hoarse, soft and flattened.

"Mrs Aruni Fauqiyya, died on Friday 3 September at 08.00 WIB."

Maira who was being carried by Mahen outside the room, cried screeching suddenly as if she knew, the funny woman had gone home.

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