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The Study and Thanksgiving Event

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Time has shown at seven o'clock in the evening. Tonight, more precisely after ba’da isya will be held a lecture event for both Ilham's parents and Aira's seven-monthly thanksgiving. Ilham deliberately united the two events.

Not without intention, just remembering the content of the wife who had grown up made him decide to unite the seven-monthly thanksgiving event with the recitation of his parents.

At present Ilham and his small family, and Reno and Mami Dita are already in the house owned by both Ilham's parents. The event will be held at the home of his parents. Attending the event were only a few of his Papa's business colleagues and a few orphans.

Ilham took a quick glance at Aira who was pecking herself in front of the mirror. A sweet smile was on the man's lips. He walked closer to Aira.

Aira's body stiffened for a second as she felt her husband's pair of well-wrapped hands perfectly coiled over her stomach. She looked at her husband through the reflection of the glass.

“Don't be pretty,” whispered Ilham sounding soft in Aira's ears.

“Why?” Aira turned her head to the side looking at the man's face with a puzzled look.

“Let many see you.” said Ilham.

“Later, I'm jealous,” whispered Ilham with a soft look.

Aira lowered her head. Her cheeks flushed hearing her husband say that.

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The show started 3 minutes ago. Devan-as the host also started the opening by reading the activities tonight.

“Goodnight everyone, previously I as the host want to thank all the attendees who have attended this seven-month study and thanksgiving event.” said Devan opened the event.

“As well as some series of events that we will carry out tonight. The first is, the study of the letter yasin for both the deceased and the deceased, the second is the teaching of thanksgiving for the seven-monthly content of Ibu Aira, the third is the lecture that will be filled by Ustadz Dzaki. And the last one is to enjoy the banquet that has been served.” said Devan with his hands holding a piece of paper in the form of a dead endiyan event tonight.

“Alright, let's say basmallah together to start this event.” Devan said.

“Bissmilbornrohmanirrahim.” say to the audience simultaneously.

The recitation for the two Ilham's parents began. Everyone present equally taught me a letter that is solemn. Aira who sat beside Ilham also read the letter with a small Qur’an in her hand.

While Ilham read the holy verse al-Qur’an with Irzan in his lap.

After the completion of the studies for both the deceased and the deceased, it is time to enter the studies for the seven-monthly Aira. Many prayers were addressed to the two-bodied woman.

After the study event for Mama Lina, Papa Satria, as well as Aira content was completed. It is time to enter the third event, which is a lecture to be delivered by Ustadz Dzaki.

“Now we will listen to the lecture that will be delivered by Ustadz Dzaki. For that, I allow the place and the time, Ustadz.” said Devan interrupts a Ustadz.

Shortly after, a man who had entered the age of about 35 years stood up from his seat. Ustadz Dzaki received the mike given by Devan for him to start the lecture.

“ Bissmil bornrohmanirrahim, first of all let us praise and thank God swt. Who has given us all the favors. Be it healthy, the favor of faith, and the favor of Islam. Do not forget sholawat and greetings poured out to the Prophet Muhammad SAW, his family, his friends, and us his people aamiin ya rabbal alamin. I stand here to deliver a lecture on orphans.” Ustadz Dzaki began his talk.

“For sure our ears are no stranger to hearing the words of orphans. Then, what exactly is the understanding of orphans according to religion?” asked Ustadz Dzaki who answered by himself.

“According to Islam, an orphan is a child who has been left dead by his parents before he puberty. Well, the person who nurtures these orphans is a person who is reasonable, and religious.”, said Ustadz Dzaki explained about orphans.

“The good step if we also know the rights of orphans in the religion of Islam. That is, educated and fed, taken care of in everyday life, getting enough of all needs, given affection, and getting protection.”

Aira wiped the corner of her eyes that had tears. His feelings instantly became melow. Meanwhile, Irzan who was sitting on his father's lap looked at Ustadz Dzaki who was giving a lecture with an innocent look.

The toddler seemed to understand what Ustadz Dzaki was talking about. Maybe because he felt like an orphan? Padahalkan, his age is still not enough to understand something like this.

About 30 minutes of Ustadz Dzaki giving a lecture.

“Maybe that's all I can say. Or more or less please forgive. Take the good, throw the bad.” said Ustadz Dzaki ended his lecture session.

“Alright, thank you to Ustadz Dzaki who has been willing to give a lecture at the event tonight. We continue our event to enjoy the dishes that have been provided. Please attendees to enjoy the banquet.” said Devan at the end of the sentence.

The attendees who were present also began to eat a variety of banquets that have been provided. The children from the orphanage cheerfully ate the cake that they thought was delicious.

Mami Dita joined Aira and Ilham. The middle-aged woman looked at her niece who looked extremely beautiful many times over while wearing a hijab.

“May Mami's grandson be well and sound, Ra,” said Mami Dita with one of her hands rubbing Aira's distended stomach.

The view of Mami Dita staring at the toddler who was sitting on the lap of Ilham. For some reason, it feels like he really wants to get closer to the toddler.

“Ehm, can Mami hold Irzan?” ask Mami Dita. There was a tone of doubt in his question, considering that at that time he did not like the existence of the toddler.

“Bby.” said Ilham while diverting Irzan to the lap of Mami Dita.

Sontak Mami Dita smiled widely after Ilham allowed it. He sat Irzan's tiny body on his lap. His hand stroked the strands of the toddler's hair.

“How many years has it been?” ask Mami Dita who really wants to know.

Aira glanced at her husband coding for Ilham to answer the question.

“5 months left to 3 years.” Answer Ilham.

Mami Dita nodded her head briefly. That woman loves little children. The smell of the baby in Irzan's body seemed to be an opium for him. For this reason, he is very much looking forward to the first child Aira was born.

Devan as the host re-opens the sound to close the show tonight.

“Good, I am the host to close the show tonight. Thank you to everyone who has been willing to attend the lecture and seven-monthly thanksgiving of Ibu Aira.” said Devan closing the event.

“Let's say hamdallah together.” invite Devan.

“Alhamdulillah.” sahut all in unison.

After that, slowly one after another who attended this event disbanded. Not to forget, Devan documented this activity on the orders of Ilham.

Ilham handed out an envelope to the orphans attending tonight's event. They gladly received the envelope of Inspiration.

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The show was finished at half-ten p.m. Devan was ready to go home. And there was Ilham, Aira, Irzan, Mami Dita and Reno. Ah, yes the man had just been silent to enjoy this event solemnly.

“Mami can sleep in the next room.” Aira told Mami Dita.

“Okay Ra's. Then go to the room first. I've nagntuk,” ringis Mami Dita while rubbing her eyes that have been reddened.

Aira just nodded her head briefly. Then, his gaze looked at his male cousin.

“You slept in the guest room only Ren.” he told Reno.

“I want to go home to Ra. Titip Mami yes.” says Reno.

Reno turned to look at Ilham who was holding Irzan. “Aira. Don't make him cry. If he cried because lo___gue will never permit you to meet him.” said Reno firmly.

Inspiration nodded her head strongly. “I promise never to make Aira cry.” Promise to Reno.

“Gue hold lo talk. Ra, I'm going home first. Fine here.” said Reno softly.

“Yes, be careful with the car. Don't mention.” Aira's Message.

Reno stepped out of the homes of Ilham's parents. Aira turned to her husband who was looking at her intensely. His face turned red from being stared at like that.

“K-we sleep one room Mas?” ask Aira nervously.

“Iya. We sleep one room.” replied Ilham quickly.

“Let's come in baby,” invite Ilham who has walked ahead of Aira.

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...I picked up some lecture material from google 😊...

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