Don't Call My Name
S2-God's Power?

191

“No need to be sad. Marriage is not just to compete to get offspring. But nothing else is to worship and perfect half the religion, so that the two can go to heaven together.

“Mother knows this is heavy for you guys. But be grateful, because you are still the luckiest person in the world. Open your windows even wider, your life is good. Can marry young, can feel romance, live in a luxurious house, have parents and brothers who are also good.

“Try if others? There are even many people whose lives are more bleak. They are poor, they have no home. There is another whose hair is gray, but still not look mate. No need to ask again what his fate will be, because it is very sad.

“So be grateful to you. The pleasure you feel is more than the pain of that one,” Utami explained with a long description, and they listened well.

“Eh yes, Bun. Speaking of which, there are you, Papaku friends who until now have not been married,” Mauza chimed in on the discussion from little he knew. “Every time he wants to get married, he always fails. I don't know what the cause is. Poor thing. Though Papa aja his grandson already wants four now.” Mauza's mind was already starting to open.

“No, even more horrified.”

“Keep if again kepengen how?” sammy thought there.

A sofa cushion floated on Sammy's head from Mauza's hands. “That's the mulu you remember!”

“Lho, realistic right, Bun? As a normal man, time does not have naf su?” he even opened up clearly.

Sammy was as open as that to his mother. Because he was the one who taught her that, so that Sammy wouldn't lose a friend.

“This Mother's child is naughty, Bun,” Mauza complained. She was in her father-in-law like her own mother.

Utami chuckles, “Emang naughty her. But since getting married, Mommy saw he was much better. Thanks, yeah. It's thanks to Mauza too.”

Although he agreed, but Mauza still invite Sammy to war. “Tuh, Mommy only admits that you are a selebor.”

“The important thing is to hold lam-eh aduh biyung!” again, the pillow hit his head so that the vulgar speech was censored.

“Tonight you guys slept here, huh?” pinta Utami, “later Bunda make delicious cuisine.”

Sammy looked at Mauza for answers.

Because a married man, almost all of his decisions are on the wife's side. Although control remains in his hands.

“Don't tonight, until tomorrow also no papa,” said Mauza make Utami happy.

“Deal!”

“Deal!”

♧♧♧

It all just passed like nothing. Wherever Mauza and Sammy have been, even for treatment, almost no one knows. They just know, Sammy and Mauza are always happy, always cheerful and a lot of jokes that infect the people closest to him.

By the four months of Zunaira, all gathered together into one at the house of Papa Yudha. Umar-Alma, Rayyan-Zara and their children also stayed here and made the atmosphere of the house more crowded. Incidentally, the age of Arka and Arsha has been more than a month, so it can be taken anywhere.

“Cicitku,” said Abah Haikal carrying one of Ray's children with pride.

“His bald patch is like you, Bah,” says Yudha because Arka's hair has been cut out by her Mommy.

“Nak only, my hair is thick,” Abah Haikal does not want to be said bald.

“Hair in ketek,” the answer is never serious.

Makes everyone laugh.

“That's also white saluruahnyo, Abah,” said Umi Ros. The old woman who still looks beautiful has often been in a wheelchair now.

“Young people are happy again. Usually the black ones are even intentionally in the polish.” The man's gaze headed towards the plain eyes that were on his lap. Occasionally his finger pierced the spilled cheek of Arka who was playing his own spit.

“Allah floods your mouth because you keep fooling around. Do you want milk?”

The little baby was yawning wide. Then stretch his body. Not long after, his eyes closed. Apparently Arka is sleepy.

“Well, lalok you apparently.”

Despite his sleep, Abah Haikal had no intention of handing over his great-grandson to the son-in-law. He still misses because they rarely come here.

The next day, the four-month event began. Zunaira looks beautiful and harmonious with Andre with a blue dress. Although the dress felt loose, but still print parts of his body that have begun to bulge.

“Nai four months here, we are at home alone aja yes, Bang,” whispered Alma to Umar.

“As far as you want four months where, Al. The important thing is not on another planet,” he said made Alma spontaneously pinch the man's small arm.

“If asked never right answer.”

“Iya dear, it's up to you want four months where. The important thing is you are happy.” Umar turned to the woman beside him, Mauza. “You when? Dah in overtaking many people. Ah, suck. Make it less mantep times.”

“Padahal already wear two teeth, Mar,” said Sammy did not want to be made serious, because Umar was just joking with him. Yes, even so it is not worth joking about.

“Gas pol lah!” the expression of Umar is really annoying so that it makes Mauza look angry, “Umar julid ih, already like mother-mak Dungu village.”

“I'm like this because I love you, Za. Consider my speech a whip so you have the urge to move forward.”

“Yes, thanks Brother Umar. Don't just talk about it, yeah. Give money too if you can.”

“Easy, five thousand doang mah I also have.”

“Hihhh!” Mauza gemes until his teeth tighten. He almost pelt Umar's face with the orange peel he had just peeled.

Speaking of programs, even Sammy and Mauza have started to forget about it. Somehow, after getting support from Mother Utami, their wishes are no longer as passionate as they used to be. They are more relaxed in their lives.

They have gone through all those times easily, so that a thick layer of heart is created and makes them stronger.

Mauza is no longer happy when he finds questions or scorn about the momongan of the people he meets. He was tough enough even though the feeling of sadness sometimes still often appears.

But this is where we can see that God is indeed Almighty. He knew, which strong man could He put down this ordeal.

Until one day, Mauza experienced nausea and prolonged vomiting. And that's when Mauza realized, if he had missed his menstrual schedule.

Seriate.

I told you it hurts, but I hope you're strong. I promise happy ending.