I'm a Nobody
Repent

Abbas has been very possessive since Khumaira was declared pregnant, he forbade Khumaira to go anywhere and not do the work that should be the responsibility of a married woman. Because this is the most highly expected debay Abbas.

Khumaira was bored, saturated and several times sighed, he wanted to enjoy the atmosphere outside the house.

"Mas, I'm bored at home constantly and do nothing. I want to go to the park and enjoy ice cream, yes. I'm pregnant again, I want a different atmosphere, not just at home. Please can ya." Khumaira with her cute face. Abbas swallowed silvana, he always held back his desires. Because of debay.

"Mas, just be quiet." Khumaira shook Abbas's hand.

"Baby, you're pregnant. I don't want you to do anything, you know for yourself if this baby I really hope for a long time." Abbas stroked Khumaira's face.

"Oh! So you only care about this baby and you don't care about me, just so you know. Your nature is like making me feel bored and bored at home do nothing, I am just pregnant mas. Not a sick person, I know this baby is what you're expecting. But do not rich gini also dong, Ukhti Alsava pregnant can go out of the house and enjoy the atmosphere outside. Even Ukhti Alsava is pregnant with 4 children at once, brother Nufail always obeys the demand of Ukhti Alsava which is important mas it keeps and always follow what pregnant women like me want. You want your child to be born do not know what the outside world is like and you want your child to be upset, because you do not want to obey the request of pregnant women. Okay if that's what you want, I'll do it. But don't blame me if your son was born scanty about the outside world and that whimper would be a mockery of people." Khumaira's emotions peaked, then she went into the room and closed the door.

Bbraakkk

"Astaghfirullah, Baby. That's not what I meant... Aarrggh... Why is this so." Abbas pulled his hair violently. Then he approached Khumaira.

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"Darling, Baby, my sweet, my wife. Please open the door." Abbas knocked on the door.

"I don't want to, I'm sick of seeing you like this. Let me be your prisoner, that you may be satisfied. If you know like this I don't want to get pregnant. hiks.... hiks..." Khumaira said tears were pouring down her cheeks.

"Baby, you don't talk like that... Okay-okay I'm sorry and. huh! I let you out of the house, but you have to stay the same as me when I go. Please open the door." Abbas relented, fearing that Khumaira's emotions would increase, which would cause the baby to go on a whim.

"Lied, I don't believe."

"Oh my God, Baby. This is really, I will realize whatever your wishes. Open it, the door."

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Door opened.

"Right, I'm not lying. Whatever I ask you to do?."

"Yes, Baby."

"Okay, first change my call. I'm amused to hear it, call me Aira baby."

"OK-okay, what's up?."

"I'm going for a walk out."

"Yes, yuk."

"Wait but I'm driving."

"No, if that. Aira dear."

"There is no rejection."

Khumaira glared at Abbas.

"Huh! Alright."

"We'll change our clothes first."

"Ready Mistress."

They change clothes.

Elsewhere

Mami Siska and Sister Dyah always fight.

"Mother Siska... This mother is old, has she not cape been a bad person all this time?Look at the people you used to love now go away and forget you here, repent Mom. While there's still time, I see how Eliana died?Eliana used to be an evil woman like mother, she immediately repented and died praying. Subhanallah, lest mother not repent but God has called you." The words of Sister Dyah were very heart-blowing.

Mami Siska lowered her head remembering what she had been doing all this time, tears came out.

"Oh Allah, I have sinned. Should I beg for mercy?." Mami Siska looked at Sister Dyah sadly.

"Silence, Mom. Allah is Most Forgiving, let me help you to ask Allah for forgiveness." Sister Dyah holds Mami Siska's shoulder.

"really?Help me, I don't want to go to hellfire. Last night I dreamed of being in an area around me just Fire, everyone was screaming for help. Everyone was engulfed in a huge fire pool... Hix... Hix...Hix... Please mom, son. Help me repent." Mami Siska pleaded.

"Yes, kid. Thanks."

Sister Dyah untied the hand and foot of Mami Siska.

"Come, Mom. I help you, mom takes a bath and ablutions."

"Yes, son."

Sister Dyah painstakingly helped Mami Siska Mandi and ablution, after the completion of Mami Siska dress that has been prepared Sister Dyah, namely the dress syar'i. Mami Siska looks beautiful wearing syar'i clothes, although not in the polish.

"Subhanallah, it turns out Siska's mother is beautiful like this." Praise Sister Dyah.

"really?." Mami Siska shy.

"Yes, mom. Yes, we pray first. Can you recite prayers and intentions?."

"It may, but some forget a little."

"okay, ma. Nothing, now my mom is just following me. Yeah." yeah."

"Yes, son."

They perform the prayer when it is time to pray Dzuhur.

Soon they finished the Dzuhur prayer.

"Alhamdulillah, we have finished the Dzuhur prayer. Oia, my mom has some good news for mom."

"What is it, son."

"mmm... Mr. Abbas could finally have a child, and his wife, Madame Khumaira, was pregnant with her son, Mr. Abbas."

Mami Siska was silent without any expression.

"Mom, I know this news may not have a relationship with mom. I know you hate her so much."

"It's not so, son. I don't know what to do, sad or happy. Because on the one hand the mother still does not believe, Abbas was sentenced to barren and the mother feared Abbas was lied to again. On the one hand I'm happy that the boy is really Abbas's son."

"Mother does not need to think like that, because the woman whom Mr. Abbas married was a sholeha woman and Mrs Khumaira was veiled. After all, Mrs Khumaira is the cousin of Mr. Boss Nufail."

"really?The world is narrow, the soul mate just revolves around it."

"Yes, Madam. Didn't you see it on television?."

"Hehehe... I forgot, you're old."

"Yes-yes, my mother is old. But Alhamdulillah I have repented, leave everything to Allah."

"Yes, Son. Thank you for caring about an old woman like me, sorry that I've been bothering you all this time."

"It's okay mom."

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