Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Terrific Moment

But unfortunately I can't. We returned to Indonesia ahead of the birth of Abi's young wife. For Umi's sake, Mas Ilham took me home. And we all agreed not to discuss the subject of labor at all. At that time, Umi stayed at our house, and, returning to the boarding house only when Abi came home from his young wife's house.

It's actually a little sore, yeah. Reasonable, right? I'm a girl, I feel the pain of my mother's heart even though the pain she didn't show me. Even if he holds it himself. And actually I and Mas Ilham both know that this situation is not good for me. But, if it wasn't me who was on Umi's side, who else?

Laila and Laili should not be disturbed. They are in the twelfth grade. They need to focus and just focus on learning.

In this case, my son and I were entertainers for Umi. While I, Mas Ilham who became a reinforcement for me.

"Everything will change after our child is born" he said. "I guarantee, Umi will be extraordinarily happy and will no longer be overwhelmed with sadness. Especially if there are four grandchildren, right?"

I'm nodding.

"Zahra" whispered Mas Ilham. "We keep going, yeah. We are still young. We're only six months apart. Wanna, no?"

Wow...! Redoubtable. But I agree. Huh!

But. In fact, the bigger my content, the more intent I want to pare. For, in this first pregnancy, though happy, I also felt tormented. I am happy because Mas Ilham really shared his joys with me. But I was also tormented: my body was swollen like an elephant. Walking a little bit of my breath feels tight. My waist is often sore. And my feet, hmm. very often pain, cramps, pain and aches are extraordinary, plus toothache. Clop! Complete combination of diseases.

"Istighfar.." said Mas Ilham. She was always by my side, hugging me, even though it did not lessen my pain. But he diligently massaged my legs and waist. She applied massage oil and she directly massaged me painstakingly. "Then she gets pregnant just once, yeah. I can't bear to see you cry like this" he said.

Wait, I'm not a whiny, lo, yeah. But this pain is incredible. Sap. Meanwhile, I was afraid of taking drugs. Inspiration said that because he felt sorry for me. Not at all because I'm not willing to take care of me. It's not like that at all.

"It's okay, Mom," I said as I endured the pain with tears. "And it's only fitting my womb is already big as it is now. Early pregnancy is not like this."

Ngeyel, huh, me?

Uh, during birth, my intention to get pregnant four times even more I want to pare. If I remember the first labor, the feeling of his extraordinary ngil until now is still clearly felt. The vow.

"Sakiiiiit..," I shouted. My stomach mules are not playing. At the bottom of my body as if to be forcefully broken by the baby.

I screamed, Inspiration cries. He held my hand so tightly, but he also said, "I'm going to go out, Zahra. I can't bear to see you like this."

Hmm... It's delicious! The production is the same, why when launching do not want to come?

"Can't! It's just delicious of you! Anyway, accompany me to the bulge!"

"Sickness, Maaaaas...."

"Pull napaaas.. dorooong..," said Bu Midwife.

"Emmmmm...."

Repeatedly, instructions repeated, and my response repeated. Till...

The sound of my baby crying sounded, shrill loudly. The baby boy was fat and white. His nose was sharp, and he had thick black hair. He is exactly like Mas Ilham.

Oh my God, it's so relieved. A relief I can't describe. Although my situation must have been very chaotic and very bad, it must have been pale and looked messy, but I smiled even though the pain was still felt. The reason, Mas Ilham was smiling happily. He had already removed his grasp from my hand, and the hand was now busy wiping the tears from his face.

"Ouch. Ouch, Mas. Ouch. Well, I mules again. Be ill. Pain, pain. Pain, Mas...."

Argha! Contractions again. There's one more baby who wants to break out. I took another breath and I screamed again, pushing it with all my might.

How can? How come there are two? I'm confused myself. My ultrasound results have never been detected if I was pregnant with twins. Mashayallah....

It is the fruit of my sincerity.

I was crying again. This time was not just a happy cry, but a heartache. He got two little guys at once. Two handsome princes who were very identical. Seiras and impeccably. Duplicate of his handsome and dashing self.

"Thank you, honey. You're a great mom." He kissed my forehead, long ago, and, with all his feelings. "I love you, Salsabila Azzahra bint Muhammad Siddiq. Thank you." Thank you."

I blinked. Unable to speak. Can't do anything anymore.

I'm jera. I don't feel like getting pregnant anymore. Hicks! Ngiluuuu, tahuuuu...!

But happy.. luaaaaarrr ordinary taste. I am so happy to see everyone around me happy. Especially seeing my mother's happiness, my mother-in-law's happiness, and my husband's happiness. It's perfect happiness.

Congratulations, Zahra. Now you're a mother.