Assalamu'alaikum My husband
Chapter 82

Everyone gathered at Aisyah's house after the baby boy entered the age of 1 month, they looked at the still petite baby Kahfi, Adinda sat beside Aisyah who was staring at her child, who was looking at her, fortunately, Hasan had a week off so he could see his sister.

"She's a funny brother, bun". He told Aisyah.

"Yeah, Adek brother is funny just like you guys used to be". Aisha said to her son.

"Ohh yes, mother?". Ask Ayra to him.

"Yeah". Aisha answered him with a smile.

"Want to see dong bun's picture". He told Aisyah.

"There's a photo album, baby, ask me". Aisha said to her son.

"Okay ready mother". He said as he passed away from before Aisyah.

A few minutes later Ayra returned with a photo album, all of them compact to see the photo album because only Aisyah made a photo of her son as an album, all were upset when looking at the photo album.

"Mother, which one is Arsyila?". Ask Arsyila to Aisyah.

"That's mom taking a photo in the middle between your two sisters". Aisha answered her son.

"Well, my mom was so funny that I was a kid". He looked at the album photo.

"Now you're funny too". Said Adinda pinched anxious cheek Arsyila.

"If which Ayra is bun?". Ask Ayra to him.

"The photo is the same Alyssa, the difference is that you have a blue color". Aisha answered her son.

"It's really funny". His words were amazed at himself.

"Well, you guys are funny". Tell them.

"Why do pregnant twins not hurt when giving birth?". Ask Arsyila.

"It must be a pain dear, but it will be treated when you're born". Answer Aisha to him.

"Oh yes mother, thank you mother already wants to fight life and death to give birth to us". Arsyila hugged Aisha.

"Dear, same kid". He said while stroking his son's back.

"My great mama". Ayra hugged Aisha.

"You guys are great too". He said while peeling his son's forehead one by one.

"Mother, later if you return to the cottage, mother who dong at home?". Ask Hasan to her.

"Mother must have a friend dong, there is no Melda Ma'am who accompanies the mother". Aisha answered her son.

"Heum but later mama bothered dong ngurus adek". Hasan told him.

"Dear, after all, it's just one baby not twins". Said Aisyah rubbing her son's hair.

"Heum alright mom". He said while smiling at Aisyah.

A few minutes later they all say goodbye to Aisyah and her small family, until now only leaving Aisyah and her small family, Hasan sitting next to Aisyah and the others as well.

"Mother try to read poetry to us". Alyssa said arriving.

"Poetry? dear gabisa mother". Tell them.

"Of mother, we want to hear you recite a poem for us". Ayra also followed.

"Heum well fine, but after this one of you is reading a poem to mother ya". Aisha said to her son.

"Yes ready mother". They told Aisha.

My boy

I love you

Still feels pain when giving birth to you.

I still remember the first time I breastfed you

It's still clear in my memory your first funny babble

My boy

When I see your face I find peace

Your smile always revives my spirit

Your laughter has opened my soul..

My boy

I don't expect you to pay back everything I've done for you

I just want you to love me like I love you so much.

Aisyah finished reciting poetry to her children, making her five children embrace the body of Aisyah because touched to hear it, as well as Adam who realized to see them all while holding a baby Kahfi.

"Mother, brother touched to hear it thanks ya bun". Hasan hugged Aisha.

"Yes love the same". Aisha said to her son.

"Now who wants to read poetry to your father and mother?". Ask Adam about his son.

"Yes, I also want to be read a poem by my son". Adam told them.

"Well now the poem for the mother is recited by the adek Hasan, while later the poem for the father is read by Ayra". Arsyila decided.

"All right brother". They told Arsyila.

Hasan took a breath before reciting a poem to his mother, all of them waiting for Hasan to recite a poem impatiently, until a minute later Hasan had calmed down so that he would not be nervous.

Mother, you are an amazing mother,

So soft, yet so strong.

There are many ways you show that you care.

Mother is patient when I make a mistake,

Mother gave guidance when I asked, Mother,

You can do almost anything, though,

Mother is the master of every task.

Mothers are a reliable source of comfort;

Mother was my pillow when I fell.

Mother helps in difficult times;

My mother supported me every time I called.

I love you more than you know,

Mother has my utmost respect.

If you have a choice,

Mother will be the one I choose!

Aisyah who heard the poem from her son was moved, she hugged her son tightly and cried because she was moved, Hasan wiped away the tears of Aisha that flowed making Adam feel happy to see her.

"Thank you baby, you're so moved to hear that". Aisha said to her son.

"Yes the same mother". He told Aisyah.

"Now it's Ayra dong's turn to recite a poem for dad, let's get Ayra's spirit". Hussein said to his sister.

"Yes my brother must be a zaht". His words excitedly made them smile.

"All right, I started ya". His words were again embraced by all of them.

Fathering..

A thousand words you have spoken.

A thousand loves you have given.

A thousand loves you have given.

Just for your son.

Fathering..

You taught me about kindness

You showed me the meaning of love

You explained me about the meaning of life

And you educated me with great affection

Fathering..

How beautiful your heart is,

You sacrificed everything for your son

You're slamming bones just for your son

Dad, I love you.

Adam who heard that was moved, he shed his tears because he was moved to hear the poem that Ayra had read for him, Aisyah was also moved to hear it even now hugging her children because Baby Kahfi is still in the arms of her husband Adam.

"Smart mother's son is smart, yes, great to make his poem Syaang". Aisha said to her son.

"Because we're smart father and mother's children". They told Aisha.

"You can answer that". Aisha chuckled at them.

"Yes dong bun". He told Aisyah.

"Jude now we better take a nap baby". Aisha said to her son.

"Yes mother, Ay also drowsiness to read the father of poetry". His words made Adam smile.

"Jude, come in your room there". He told his son.

A few minutes later they went into their room, baby Kahfi had Adam put to sleep in a box, until now both Aisyah and Adam had fallen asleep soundly because they heard the poetry of their two children, and the children were sleeping, very smart their child.