Halal Love of the Senior
Ale and Baba

This afternoon, Dita checked her pregnancy with Rendra at Lita's doctor's office. In addition to checking the development of the fetus, also to ensure that the condition is safe to travel far.

"Sir Rendra and Bu Dita, want to know the sex of the baby's grandpa no?" ask Lita's doctor when going to do USG.

"Yes, Doc" replied Rendra.

"Alhamdulillah, the growth of the baby's grandpa is good. The water is good too. Let's see the gender." Doctor Lita shifts the transducer over Dita's stomach.

"Well, the power's this champ again. Congratulations, sir, ma'am," Lita said, showing a picture of her gender on the screen.

"Thank God, baby boy again, baby." Rendra looked at his wife.

"Yes, Mas. God willing can be a protector for his sisters later." Dita smiled happily while looking at Rendra.

"Aamiin," said Rendra and Lita's doctor.

"God willing, the condition of Bu Dita and the baby's dedek is all healthy and ready for Umrah" said Lita doctor while printing the results of USG. "Please sit back, ma'am."

Rendra then helps Dita wake up after the rest of the gel in the stomach is cleaned by the nurse. They then sat down opposite Lita's doctor.

"Where, Mom, are you ready to go to Umrah?" ask Lita's doctor while writing the results of Dita's examination.

"God willing, Doc" replied Dita.

"It's a walking routine, right?"

"Alhamdulillah, it is Doc. If it's not early morning, late afternoon, walk around the complex."

"good. Here I make a permit to travel far yes, ma'am. This will be shown to the officers at the airport so that they know the condition of the pregnant mother. Later on there you should not force yourself to worship, which is important to fulfill all the pillars. If you feel like you have to rest, don't be forced. For example, when sai or tawaf can not walk, can rent a wheelchair there. Do not force yourself to run all the sunnya," said doctor Lita.

"Many also drink water or if there later can drink zam-zam water. Don't let me get dehydrated. So everywhere should always bring a drink. Then when on the plane, because the journey is long, if you can every hour once a mother stands, moves or walks in the aisle of the plane so that blood circulation remains smooth and does not feel tired. Oh yes, the pregnancy checkbook is also brought, do not forget. This is just in case if something happens there, there is a history of pregnancy. I of course pray and hope everything stays safe" Lita continued.

"Aamiin's."

"This I prescribe vitamins, content boosters, and to reduce nausea. Vitamins are required to be taken, others when necessary. You still have to eat nutritious food. Pay attention to the food and drinks consumed while there. Have you tried browsing the equipment that pregnant women should bring when Umrah?"

"Already, Doc. If the maternity belt is what should be used continuously?" ask Dita.

"No, Ma. Enough 3 to 5 hours maximum, even the blood circulation is not smooth. It is used when needed. For example, when sai or tawaf because it has to walk far. On the plane, too, can. His smile was on his mother. Try to wear it first at home, find comfort. Do not let it be used for sleep or all day, ma'am," explained Dr. Lita.

"Yes, Doc."

"Hopefully the Umrah trip and the vacation will be smooth yes, sir, Mom. Return to the homeland in good health and safety, "doctor Lita's sincere prayer.

"Aamiin's."

"Tok, umrah will go home, do you have to check again?" ask Rendra.

"As long as you don't have any unnecessary complaints, sir. Control is on schedule. But if you come here to give souvenirs. Uh, I'm just kidding don't take it seriously" Lita said with a laugh.

Rendra and Dita also laugh at the joking doctor Lita. After the consultation, they returned home. Don't forget they made up for the vitamins and drugs that Lita's doctor prescribed.

They stopped by the cafe before returning home. Rendra gave Candra some special instructions and authority as long as she was not in Indonesia. They also forgive each other with their employees.

They arrived home when the Azan Magrib reverberated. After putting the car into the garage, Rendra immediately went to the mosque using a motorbike. While Dita running Magrib prayer at home.

After dinner and prayers Isya, the family of the Mother Goddess gathered in the living room.

"How did the examination go today?" ask the Goddess Mother to Dita.

"Thank God be good, Ma. He was also given a travel permit far the same as Doctor Lita. He said he was given to the officer tomorrow at check-in" Dita replied.

"Vitamin dikasikan also right?" ask the Goddess again.

"Yes, Ma. There are vitamins, boosters the same content to reduce nausea," Dita explained.

"God willing this is baby boy again, Ma." Rendra interrupted while stroking Dita's stomach.

"Alhamdulillah. Want a boy what is an important girl Dita and the baby is healthy," said Mother Goddess.

"Aamiin's."

"Tomorrow umrah as much as possible, if you reach a break. The important thing is that all the pillars are fulfilled," advised Mother Goddess.

"Yes, Ma. Lita's doctor also ordered rich. In fact, I was told to use a wheelchair if I can't walk during tawaf or sai."

"Are you guys buying a wheelchair, Ren?" The Goddess mother looked at her son.

"Make what, Ma? There's a rent."

"Later to go in Dubai too. Let Dita not reach her path." The Goddess revealed her reason.

"I'll be a rich sick man, Ma," Dita refused.

"Many more who travel wear rich. Especially the one who's just pregnant." Shasha chimed in.

"Yes, right. Artists who are pregnant when traveling also use wheelchairs, Ma'am." This time Nisa's the one who's talking.

"But I'm not an artist" said Dita.

"But darling just got pregnant" said Rendra. "Truly mother. Just in case, honey."

"Later to add baggage, Mom." Dita still refused.

"It's okay, honey."

"Weight is that, who will bring me if I don't wear it?"

"Yes, it's me, baby. We're looking for a portable, foldable, so compact."

"But if you buy it, dear money. Later here will not be used again," said Dita.

"If you really want to bring a wheelchair just mending rent," suggested Dita after a while thinking.

"Yes, that's right. I will never wear it again to be redundant." Shasha supports her sister-in-law's proposal.

"Where, Ma?" Rendra asked his mother's opinion.

"Yes, how good. But my mom asked me to keep bringing it to Dita. If someone is renting, then rent. If not, buy it. Later if you buy and no longer used can also be given or loaned to those in need," said Mother Goddess.

Rendra's unemployed. "Then I'll go get some info on my friends first."

Rendra then took his salary in the room. Every time they are gathered with family, the device is always stored in the room so that they stay focused on talking without busy playing the device themselves. After that, Rendra sent a message to the WA group, asking for information on where to rent a wheelchair for traveling.

The five of them continued to chat about Umrah preparations and their holidays. Remind each other what to bring. Prayers and worship whatever needs to be done.

"Mas, how have you met my nickname yet?" tanya Dita after they lay on the bed.

"I just met the easiest Amor to say, honey," replied Rendra.

Dita pursed her lips. "Not to be called amor, amused it feels. Yeah, I want to fuck up instead of dizzy."

"Well, if honey wants to be called bubu." Rendra finally complied with his wife's wishes rather than her being made dizzy seven circumference.

"From now on call me bubu yes, Mas." Dita looked at Rendra with a pleading gaze.

"I thought I'd wait until Boy was born." Rendra got rid of the hair covering Dita's forehead.

"I want it from now on. Let's see if Baby's born, Mas's used to it."

"Eh, Baby don't call me Boy. That's Akhtar's call. Find another, Mas," protested Dita who did not accept.

Rendra took a long breath. "I haven't found a name for Baby yet, honey."

"Mom, not my dear." Dita swerved at the baby's father in her stomach.

"Yes, Babu Darling. Sorry, I'm not used to it." Rendra kissed the woman's forehead who became his soulmate.

"Well, that. How about Ale, Mas?"

"Ale?" Rendra frowned.

"Yes, Ale. Abbreviation of boy," explained Dita.

"Whatever, Sa—eh Bubu only."

"Good right?"

"Yes, great."

"Hi Ale, his sister Mas Akhtar," said Dita, stroking his stomach.

Rendra smiled at his wife's behavior.

"Continue calling for Mas, what?"

"We're ordinary, mom and dad."

"I don't want to. Not exciting." Dita turned back her lips.

"Dear Brother, what do I want to be called?" Rendra stroked his wife's delicate cheeks.

"I told ya yesterday." Dita glanced resentfully at her husband.

"Don't want yayah, rich girl names." Rendra shook his head. "It's a normal call, Babu darling."

"No!!! Anyway, we both should have."

"Yes, think again tomorrow. It's already night. We sleep, yes" persuaded Rendra.

"I'm going to sleep when I get a name for Mas." Dita kept insisting.

Rendra took her breath back. No longer know how to obey the wishes of women who are pregnant with the fruit of their love. He saw his wife thinking seriously, as evidenced by her shriveled forehead.

"Ah, I know. Mas, called Baba only," said Dita while flicking his finger.

"Pig? What other abbreviation is that?" Rendra.

"And I broke up, just change the vowels can be baba, bebe, aunty, bobo. The best, baba. Baba can also from the word father taken in front of him. Mas, bubu and baba."

"I'll come, Babu darling." Rendra returned to his wife's wishes.

Dita smiled widely. "Me, Bubu. Mas Rendra Baba's. And Baby, Ale."

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Jogja, 190821 01.15

The 76th Indonesian Independence Day

Indonesia is Tough, Indonesia is Growing

Independence 🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩

Assalamu'alaikum, manor,

Hi, hi everybody. How are you doing? May your friends and family be in good health, nothing less. For those who are getting sick sustenance, may soon be given recovery and recover as usual.

I'm making new work again, but only short stories. It contained POV Bara, about what he felt on Dita. The title of the short story is "Keikhlasan Cinta"

How do I look for him?

Open my profile in the Noveltoon or Mangatoon app. Later will appear several titles, select the bottom right corner like in the picture.

Thank God this short story followed a short story contest organized by Noveltoon and Mangatoon with the theme I love you, and the result became one of the short stories of choice of editors. The prize is not much, but this is my valuable experience as a person who is learning to write, who is still a poor writer. It is still very far from the famous senior writers.

Please stop by if you want to read and take the time.

For now, I am following some writing events to improve my writing skills, so that I can present a good and interesting story for friends. Although not every event won, but it became a valuable lesson for me.

I guess we can't stop learning. Keep learning new useful things. Not to be perfect, but to be better.

Thank you for all your support from the beginning to the present. Whatever it is, it's a form of support. Only God can repay him.

Do not forget to keep health, take vitamins, and keep the process even though the vaccine.

Greetings to Friends of Heart 🤗

Wassalamu'alaikum

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