AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 214. DIABETIC
"The blood donor for Reezi, that's you?" Serli asks about the secret donor to his son, Aiswa.
"Ko ask that?"
"Because Mas Hasbi said, when I passed out. You're still at the hospital. The time lag from Reezi's room was long. Then you do something before you go home. And you two said goodbye just after the nurse asked us to provide donors with good rhesus" Serli said.
"It's God's business, Mba," replied Aiswa.
"Thank you a lot Aish, help the donor. Help Reezi. Don't-don't-don't you've been pregnant at that time," Serli made sure.
"Yet. Still heavily make," reply Aiswa origin. He was not interested in continuing, and was cool to play with Reezi who grasped his fingers firmly.
You, there's my blood running through my veins, son. Healthy always yes, so son sholeh. Because my blood was shed by the treachery of the predecessors.
Aiswa fajri is not a sholihah woman, but my father, my eyes are also nasab on it. Reezi, in shay Allah will always be a reason for my mother papa to keep remembering His Lord, aamiin.
Serli, seeing Aiswa looking at Reezi. He was sure, this young woman who was getting beautiful was praying for her son. He also kissed Reezi's palm back and forth. Swiping his head and kissing his son's tubers.
"Nginep here, yes. Let it all be done," Pinta Aiswa.
"I'm just like Hasbi. Aish, I'm sorry about everything...."
"Forget Mba, so that the heart is airy. Because I forgot too. Qolbi everything for me, he always motivates what I think is difficult to be easier ... Qolbi will definitely try so hard to make me happy, so I am too ... Qolbi had to be happy while living with me." said Aiswa rubbed Reezi's forehead, because the baby was getting sleepy.
Serli. It was as easy as that Aiswa forgave them and even loved her son.
Aiswa was more silent as Serli took out all his tits. He only provides the ear and responds as necessary.
She was Hasbi's wife at the same time. Aiswa wanted this woman before her to no longer compare herself to him.
"Almost Ashar, I'm ready. Usually Qolbi ngajak murojaah together after prayer," said Aiswa.
Serli understood, he also said goodbye, took Reezi and out of the room.
Following her departure, Joanna commented.
"Miss, it has passed. Time is being kept up? not polite," Jo said.
"He's throwing away remorse, Jo. That's why I just listen to it, right? Let it be, what matters is that I've forgotten...."
"Because of Den Mas, yes," continued Joanna.
"Yes, Qolbi sometimes affects my mindset. I said A, but Qolbi said B even though the tip was A. He did not rebuke directly even though the goal was the same. But Qolbi always equated with my thoughts first and then I was led to his thoughts .. smartly my husband," Aiswa smiled as she recalled every small debate, even though the end result was the same.
"Oh yes, I'd like to call Brother. But Qolbi's permission hasn't been to say anything...."
"Should ya?"
"I want my husband to know everything I say. Every thing that comes out of my mouth, if it's bad, Qolbi will bear my faults .. I don't want to, Jo," said Aiswa.
"The sweetness gets to the bottom." Joanna smiled, envious of her two masters.
All day, Aiswa doesn't see her husband even one house. He let him be free to spend time with the family to re-establish the friendship rope that had been cut off.
Ba'da maghrib, Amir just entered his room.
"Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," Aiswa smile.
"Oh my God, I miss you very much, dear. Can I hug? still got wudhu, right?" Amir came closer to the bed where the idol was.
"May, it will be easy again" replied Aiswa, opening his arms wide to welcome Amir.
"They go home ba'da isya later. Everything is done .. so relieved it feels," Amir sniffed Aiswa's fragrance that made him miss.
"Alhamdulillah when it's over. Back to Jakarta, Bii?" Aiswa rubbed her husband's back.
"To Tegal, Honey. To Yai Maksum, it's close from here."
Both of them melted the sense, almost can not believe if everything that has happened. Caused the greatest pain, now slowly changing joy.
"No. Look around, Bii. All this Qolbi made for me, right? so that I would feel at home in the room, the most comfortable and safe place .. So if my husband only thought about my comfort and safety even in his house ... why should I worry if I have to be in it?"
"Baiti jannati, not only because of the house but more importantly its contents. There are Qolbi all over this room, though I miss the smell of Qolbi .. but without me leaving the room, Qolbi has prepared everything, want to find something else?"
"You can make me cool the most when I'm worried" Amir hugged.
"Well, back. Because Qolbi is my friend's source...." Aiswa breaks down the hug.
"Honey, after they come home, we take a short walk yuk," asked Amir.
"Gak ah. I just want a Qolbi. Also want to call brother, can you?"
"Can."
"What am I saying later?" ask Aiswa.
"Don't bring up their problems, honey, if you're not asked for an opinion. Even if later they need help, convey neutrally not in favor of both .. So, just ask for news and busyness, we accommodate the information first. If they want to be on the bridge, we already know between the two, " explained Amir.
Aiswa just kept quiet, smiling looking at her husband's face.
"Make Adek," said Aiswa, peeping her husband's eyes.
"This is also for Adek," this time kiss on both cheeks Amir.
"Still, make Adek," he landed a soft kiss on the lips of his man.
"All for Adek, may Adek kayak Abinya, aamiin," added Aiswa stroked her husband's face rubbing on her stomach which began to bulge slightly.
"It feels fine, what yes, a bite can not?" Amir is worried himself.
Aiswa just smiled sweetly, still staring fixedly at her handsome husband.
"Rohi, don't get in the mood."
"What the hell, Bii. I'm happy to see Qolbi, ngefans, let Adek look like her Abinya" Aiswa laughed at her own words.
"When there is no age? make both of them."
"Must look more like the Qolbi than I do. O Allah, if it may be photocopied, or grafted. I want my son to be my handsome husband .. Don't let anything good be thrown away from him, aamiin."
"Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad" said Amir.
"Sholli wa sallim wa barik alaih" replied Aiswa.
"Not yet bosen?" amir asked to see that Aiswa did not blink looking at him.
"It will not be bosen .. O Allah Dek, Abi ye," murmured Aiswa tracing every inch of Amir's face that he had endured from earlier.
Amir let his wife do anything to him. There was a sense of happiness filling the heart of seeing his soul like this.
This favor, just mine.
C-ups.
"Love you Habibi Qolbi, Amirzain zaidi, my only husband until Jannah."
"Maa sya Allah .. love you Dear, Eini Rohi Habibati, Aiswa fajri bidadari fii dunya wal endoh hattal Jannah."
C-ups.
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