AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 238. FAYYAD
"Qolbi...." Aiswa just this time saw her husband angry in a high tone. Now he knew how much love this man had for him.
For the sake of the woman in the arms, she lost her patience.
"Rest Honey, you look really cape. I'm here, not going anywhere. Let Fariz be with the sisters first," Amir let go of his embrace. Sitting beside the sholihah woman while tightly grasping the fingers. He rubbed Aiswa's cheek that was wet because of the teardrops that he could not prevent.
"You call Umma, can Bii?" pinta Aiswa's.
"Can, Honey. This.." the handsome man who also looked tired handed him a black-clothed flat object after the video call ringtone was connected.
Trowels. Trowels.
"Yes Mir, Assalamu'alaikum." A hoarse voice mixed with the discord belonging to Umma, was heard.
"Umma, Aish is already a mother." Aiswa's cry broke when she saw the Mother's shady face on the screen.
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Thank God, men are right, son?" tanya Umma with a vibrating tone.
"Yes, men. It weighs 3.4 kilograms and is 52 cm long ... Althafariz Fayyadh, do'ain Umma," the youngest daughter of Hariri Salim pleaded for prayers from the woman he called the sholihah's mother for her son.
"Waladun sholih, a coolant of the heart of parents, makes his life full of goodness and brings glory to anyone around, as the name implies ... Oh my God, that's great, who's my dear?"
"Qolbi, Abah and I, Buya gave Fayyadh the same name as Abah. I thought I made a deal, in fact not .. so we decided to use that name" Aiswa said, wiping her tears.
"Amir nemenin, right? Mir...."
"Yes, Qolbi was angry when he was not allowed to enter .. beik, Umma," said Amir in the speech Aiswa. His right hand held a mobile phone facing Aiswa, so he was not free to see the in-laws.
"Alhamdulillah, Mir ... Jazakallah yes son, you are not only a backup for Umma's son but also us, his parents. When we had to choose between the two daughters, you fulfilled our duty perfectly ... Jubaric Allah, O Amirzain," Maryam thanked her son-in-law greatly. A wonderful gift to the Tazkiya family.
"Allah jubarik fiik" said Amir, replying to the prayer of the Nyai.
"Where is Umma?"
"Sick, the second bed. Bad, cravings what's his name. One down, one follow. Buya and Papa Hermana joined the change of guard because of their request," Umma chuckled amusedly considering the incident yesterday.
Both authoritative men must be willing when a couple senewen for cravings ask for strange things on both. Ahmad asked Buya to sing a song on a delman complete with a horse doll. Marsha asks her father to dance like BTS.
Two A's just laughing over Umma's complaint of what happened there. Until a few minutes later, the call turned into a multi-call to three women, Mama Anggi and Rosalie.
An hour passed so quickly.
Brakkar Aiswa was encouraged by the sisters because they were allowed to move to the treatment room, when both of them just finished reporting the happy news via calls and message groups.
Abah welcomed his son, along with opening the door of the VVIP room which in it has been flooded with baby birth welcome gifts, great-grandson of Sang Arya Tumenggung Danarhadi.
"Where's Bah?" amir asked when he saw the baby bed was empty.
"That, carried by Uyut," said Abah.
Her mouthful emerged from behind the curtains as her old great-grandson bed gradually occupied her position.
"What's his name, Mas?" asked Danarhadi did not take a look from the tiny face in his arms.
"Althafariz Fayyadh .. already, put again Yut, heavy. Uyut and Abah just go home yes, rest," asked Amir on both their age.
"Change here, want to give a gift of two juz for Fayyadh, ahead of tahajud. Uyut will go home with Mr. Kusno, again" he said.
"Cheat you Sa" Danarhadi lamented, handing the handsome baby over to Amir.
"Tomorrow the official, not good to sleep here, the time want to add extra bed? not the Yut hotel," Abah told his grandfather.
"It's not good for the spine, I called Rayyan's doctor to let it be injected, '" Abah threatened again.
"Might just. Yes, yes, Uyut came home. Nduk, Mas, Uyut go home huh. Tomorrow come again" Danarhadi approached Aiswa. Rubbing the head of the young mother was full of affection.
"Great Aish, bobok ya, tomorrow start Naya kayak treatment for up to forty days. Later Mban dawn here help you also Fayyadh take a bath," Danarhadi's message seemed not to be denied. Aiswa just smiled in response to the attention he gave.
"Mas, take care, take care of the real deal. His parents were far away, you were the only place he could sustain himself" Danarhadi later said, in Iya by Amirzain.
Soon, the room was quiet again after Danarhadi's return. Abah asks Amir to rest because his son looks tired.
"Change take care here. It's outside also there are people Uyut and Mas Panji, don't worry about Fayyadh. Gih sleep you guys," Abah seemed to know, Aiswa is not calm.
"Fariz or Fayyadh, Bah?" ask Amir to call his son.
"What do you want, Mom?"
"Fayyadh is fine too, dear?" he asked for Aiswa's approval.
"Yes Bii, Fayyadh. As per Eyang's second wish," said Aiswa as he yawned.
Abah nodded and then rose up to go to the bathroom in the room, taking ablution preparing to teach.
When the old man returned, he saw Amir climb into the bed of Aiswa, hugging his wife as if afraid of loss.
"Bas, astaghfirullah. Mbok sleeps in the extra bed, Abah does not sleep. Poor Aish is still sick, how the hell, down no!" Abah pulled his son's leg down from the cage.
"No, this is delicious ... Honey, are you bothering me?" Amir hugged his wife.
"No Bii, I miss even this bobbing cuddle of Qolbi, yesterday it was the stomach chuckle," Aiswa held back his laughter.
"No, Abah's ghost wants to, not me."
"Sir, don't you hurt?" Abah is still worried.
"No, the pain was gone when Fayyadh was born perfect" replied Aiswa as he watched his handsome son sleep in the cot, not far from his reach.
"Say the same Amir, if you are sick. Really okay?" This old man reassured himself.
"Sweep, it's okay. Shukron Abah, take Fayyadh first yes," Pinta Aiswa blushed but was taken quickly by her in-laws.
"Heh, fasting!" Abah patted Amir's leg again with his right hand when he saw his son was unceasingly kissing Aiswa's face, even though his father was in front of him.
"Yes know, Bah. Ish, begin to rese deh Abah when you hear Brother," murmured Amir.
A man of noble descent then pushed the bed of Fayyadh behind the curtain, the twilight body then sat on the sofa. Start reading letter after letter whose memory is still able to memorize.
"So hafiz ya Darling, like Abi. Don't be like Eyang, only ten juz are covered." The man who still looked handsome, lifted up his grandson and then languished in an embrace. He kissed the tiny face back and forth, chanting the words of God in his ears.
"Meela, our granddaughter, is like a copy of Amir's portrait, exactly on your face...."
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...Alhamdulillah.... 🥺🥺🥺...