Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
4 Months of Thief

The day that awaited arrived, Rayyan and Arumi had been in the Nyimas residence since yesterday afternoon. All the necessary needs are done. Starting from tents, decorations, catering, even religious leaders who are in charge of leading the study event have been invited in the 4 months.

The neighbors around Nyimas house were happy when they heard the good news. However, there are also those who do not like to hear the news, they prefer to keep gossiping Arumi because hatred, envy and envy have thrived in the heart. Although Nyimas or Arumi have tried to be good neighbors for everyone, but apparently not enough to silence their mouths that basically have liver disease that is difficult to remove.

Today Arumi's appearance is quite stunning, wearing a white kaftan with a matching color hijab covering her long black hair. Her increasingly distended stomach gives the impression of sexy and the aura of her beauty is even more radiated.

"Wow! Your appearance is so different, Babe. You look more beautiful and more glowing," praised Rayyan without taking her eyes off the figure of the beautiful woman before her.

The eyes sparkle happily when the net goes down to the wife's stomach. In there, there are three babies who will be a life booster when tired hit. Truly, the man was very grateful that God had placed the little angel in Arumi's womb.

Got compliments from her beloved husband, making Arumi's face red. He smiled faintly as Rayyan continued to shower him with praise and deadly trembling. In addition to being able to treat patients, apparently Rayyan was good at combing so often blind the heart of the woman melted instantly.

"Don't talk so ah, Mas. I-I'm .. so embarrassed to hear that." Then, Arumi bowed her eyes, unable to look into the eyeballs of her beloved husband.

Rayyan who was sitting on the edge of the bed rushed up and approached the wife. He stood behind Arumi, then placed the tip of his chin on the woman's shoulder while both hands were coiled around her waist.

"I mean it, Babe. You ... look different wearing these clothes. It looks more graceful and makes my soul more peaceful." That sentence was purely from the bottom of his heart. Rayyan is not praising let alone combating so that he gets plus-plus service from his wife.

Arumi let go of Rayyan's sturdy hand that was coiled around her waist, then turned around. Now their positions face each other.

"Mas, your compliment doesn't mean anything, does it?" tanyanya full of search. He was anxious if Rayyan asked for something that himself was not yet ready to be born and inner.

The tall man, the son of the founder of Persada International Hospital, furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding what Arumi was talking about. "You mean what you said, what? You think I'm praising you for some other purpose?"

Arumi nodded quickly. "I-I'm afraid that you're asking me to wear Muslim clothes in my daily life. You know, I'm not ready to be asked to cover certain parts with my clothes covered."

Rayyan's pupils were rounded, not believing what Arumi had said. He had not thought of asking his wife to change her appearance despite knowing the advice to wear a hijab contained in the holy book of the Qur'an. Maybe not yet, but not tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

"God! So, you think I'm praising you for having some ulterior purpose, don't you think?" Rayyan could not help but smile on her face. Then, he pulled Arumi's waist until their bodies stuck together. "Listen to me carefully. The order to close the aurat is stated in the guidelines of life for Muslims, but I do not want to force you to change your appearance in the near future."

"It takes careful preparation and a strong mentality because a lot will change when you decide to wear the hijab. Therefore, just slow down while we learn together so that we can continue to be on the right path," said Rayyan while wiping the top of Arumi's head covered with a hijab.

Without thinking. Arumi landed her head on the chest of Rayyan's field. "Thank you for understanding me."

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"Congratulations, Rumi. Finally, after a long wait, you were also given trust by God." Husna, Arumi's foster aunt hugged her niece tightly. Although Arumi was only an adopted child but all the brothers from both sides were very affectionate and accepted the presence of the beautiful woman to be one part of their family members.

"Thank you, Auntie. I'm so happy that Aunt Husna and Om Hasan would like to spend a little time coming to my 4-monthly event."

"Don't hesitate, son. If Om and Aunt were not busy, we would have taken the time to attend the invitation. Om also wanted to convey an apology from his brother in Bandung for not being able to attend. However, their sincere do'a goes to your three children." Hasan, Zidan's younger brother chimed in.

Nyimas seemed happy because the family from Zidan's side still considers himself as one of them, although his beloved late husband had long died but the rope of brotherhood never broke. While Rayyan was just paying attention, not getting involved in their conversation.

Not long after, the host announced that the show was about to begin. All the guests were seated in their own places. Many strands of do'a spoken by the invited guests, they were happy because after a long time, finally happiness came to the small family of Arumi.

"I thought, Ms. Arumi was barren because she was married for a long time but not yet pregnant" chirped one of the invited guests who was present at the event tasyakuran 4 monthly Arumi. The maroon-clothed woman spoke softly in the ears of her friend.

"really. I thought that way before too. After getting an invitation, I was quite surprised that my guess was wrong all along. Ms. Arumi is a healthy woman just like our children." The middle-aged woman wearing a brown kaftan agreed with the words of her friend.

Issues about Arumi who is not yet pregnant are heard among the mothers of the housing complex where Nyimas lives. Not infrequently they make the news into a matter of gossip. Lucky Nyimas type of women who are cute so they do not care too much about their speech, because for him it is not important to take care of the spicy mouth of people who are clearly not like Arumi, his beloved son.

The core event has finished, now comes the time for a friendly session. All invited guests are welcome to taste the dishes that have been provided. Rayyan and Arumi were sitting together in the chair that had been provided. The look of happiness was painted on the faces of the two.

A smile floated on the lips of the couple. Arumi felt overwhelmed. This time his dream of being able to have a descendant was granted. Her happiness is more complete after the presence of her love fruit with Rayyan.

"Do you like the concept I chose?" rayyan asked as she clasped Arumi's fingers tightly. A strapping body with muscle carvings where the eyes look dashing in a white top and black cloth pants.

"of course. You always know what I want. Yes, even though it seems very excessive to ask for EO services to take care of all the preparations but I know, you just want to give the best for our three children." Arumi was silent for a moment, then glanced at Rayyan for a moment. "Thank you, Dad."

"For the sake of you and the fruit of our love, I am willing to do anything. Even if life is at stake, I'm ready to sacrifice for all of you." The man kissed the back of Arumi's hand while giving a loving look.

Their conversation came to a halt as someone came shouting out loud. "Arumy!"

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