Immaculacy
Sensitively

The tall man in the blue-painted room, sitting at his desk, focused on his laptop.

In recent days, Dzaki has rarely come home on time. Never mind for lunch, sometimes dinner is missed. I don't know what he did, until he forgot to have a wife who was always waiting for a meal together.

Derrr... Derr....

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, have you eaten, Mas?"

"Not yet, any minute. Again responsibility. later when it's finished eating."

"Oh. yeah. Mas, can I give permission to the campus? there's liqo' today, it's been a long time since I met friends, can ya mas?"

"May, but don't ride the bike. Just take a taxi. Let me pick him back up later. Let me know when it's finished liqo'nya."

"Yes, Mas. Assalamu'alaikum."

He put his body in that padded mattress again.

"Huh. turned out to be like a housewife. Bored also yes, especially later if you have children, continue not to go anywhere" said Mila

Degs... Mila remember the words bi Lastri yesterday, what is it?, some days I have not felt nauseous anymore anyway, the change in my body is true, I am getting fatter. Mila stood looking at herself in the mirror.

"You buy a test pack, afraid you'll get angry. Then I'll just go to the doctor." Mila took her car on the nightstand, booked a taxi online. He cleaned himself first.

Ivory white style with a bright black hijab, the choice of women in front of the glass.

"Al-qur'an. there is, hape.. there is, charger.. there is, powerbank... there is, hahah!" Mila hit her forehead slowly, fortunately she checked her bag first, if not pity the taxi driver if she asked for a bon.

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Doctor Rahajeng SpOg, Mila read the sign in front of the door of the obstetrician's office. Some people who are almost all potbellied already sit in chairs that have been provided by the clinic.

"You wanna check, MBA?" ask the nurse kindly.

"Yes, I want to check."

"Mba's pregnant?"

"I don't know, so come here to know!"

"Have you checked, mba?"

"Not yet!"

"When's the last time, Mba?"

"A month ago it seemed like it should have been close, but it hasn't come yet. But I'm not normal."

"Any other complaint?"

"There is, often nausea vomiting. But three days ago, Mba. It's not already."

"Oh. mba please sit, patient yes mba, the queue is quite there even though not much. Maanya please pee yes, let it look USG time."

"Kok, that?"

"Yes,Mba. If she's pregnant. No need to pee, because it certainly looks."

"O, okay!"

Mila sat next to the young mother with a very large stomach of ordinary size, probably also because the young mother was small. She is younger than Mila.

"Yes, themba?"

"Hehe... Thank God, yes mba. Three twins!"

"Wow, O God, his stomach is very big. The spirit of mba, the reward of pregnant women is abundant." said Mila encouragingly, followed by a smile and a thank you answer from the pregnant woman.

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Subhanakallahumma wabihamdika asyhadu alla ilaaha illa anta, astaghfiruka waatubu ilaihi.

The prayer of the ceremony cafaratul is read together, ending with shaking hands and hugging. Liqo's council is over.

"Alhamdulillah, Mila will come. Ukhti misses, since the end of college, he never went to study again" said Cici patted the shoulder of Mila who was holding her salary.

"Yes,ukhti. Ana also misses, it's been a long time yes we did not meet. Last liqo' a few months ago, before graduation." Mila put her gawai in the bag, it's not polite, someone invited her to talk but she just focused on her dress.

"Oh, yeah. It's for Ukhti!" Mila gave me perfumes that read hajar aswad.

"It's usually a gift from Mecca, deck."

"Yes, this is from Mecca."

"Very similar, mba. But if there's the one that smells the most."

Their conversation stopped, Cici's phone rang.

"Yes, Bi. Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Oh. yes, Umma there yes. Crying out? yes..yes, be patient son, Umma walk it!" Cici put her dress in the bag, put on her shoes.

"Afwan, deck. Ukhti first yes, Husband and son ukhti are waiting in front. Assalamu'alaikum." Mila nodded, answering her greetings. Following the direction Cici was walking, he stared at that back until it disappeared from his sight.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, there was no sign of her husband coming. Mila decided to walk to a long bench like a stop, under a tree next to the mosque. Usually, when she was in college, she waited for her husband there if he happened to not bring a motorbike.

Before reaching the destination netranya catch a car that just passed a few meters from before him. He signs whose car it is.

Mila approached her a little hastily, for fear that her husband would wait a long time.

"Mas.." she said half-run, approaching her husband's car which had stopped on campus.

The back door of the car is open. Almost the same with the Dzaki door.

"Who is with Dzaki" he said in his heart.

"Thank you,pak. Already want to give me a ride." the red-thumped woman with the stomach that looks a little bulged out of her husband's car.

"Loh, mum. How can there be a Winda?" His hands began to clench, trying to act ordinary even though it was difficult.

"Eh. yes, it was the same from UIN, all of you ask to bring it here." Winda looked at the woman's hand in front of him that was already clenched. His eyes focused on the woman's stomach.

"How many months have you been married, Mil? How are you still not pregnant? just fill it up again!" the smile of victory was flanked by her lips, stroking her perit occasionally.

Dzaki who tried to let them talk took action.

"Come, deck. We go home" he said

Mila's eyes are red, you veiled devil. I want to sew your mouth, he murmured in his heart.

Dreeet.

"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum. Mama!"

"Yes mak, thank God be healthy, yes mak right pray'akan ya mak, pray I am kept away from the DEMONS of bullies yes, Mak. Yes, no need to be la mak, the musik is his name." Mila passed by Winda who was still standing next to the car. Mila put her clothes away for a moment.

"Please, good afternoon!" he said a little whisper, then continued his conversation with his mama.

Dzakipun rushed in, smiling at his wife's unusual behavior, especially the word SATAN he just said.

"Damn it, bar-bar girl, cook I'm called a demon!" he said as he walked towards the Rector's bureau. Winda has a need on campus.

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"What's the story, deck? how do we bring all demons?" Dzaki opened his voice after a few minutes of silence in the car.

"It's not the devil, it's the mas!"

"Hush!, can't do that!" sergeant Dzaki

"Belain just continue, use all of them. Wife was let in a taxi!"

"Sorry, just met Winda in the campus, his father asked for help mas, so that he came here, happened to want to pick up,adek!"

"Udah, his face should not be so ugly. Her memories are gone!" dzaki stroked his wife's hand.

"Eh, don't dong. Not to God!" she said she was afraid, since returning home from her recent trip Mila did start her plan to learn Arabic and memorize the Qur'an.

"Hm.. now there is a telling word, relieve his emotions!" muttered Dzaki triumphantly discovered the wife's weakness.

"Sir, we're speeding!" dzaki said increasing the speed of his car.

"Let what?, let the truss die, dowry again!"

"Oh Allah, by the way deck. Mas laper, I'm tired! I'm gonna make it home, get some rest!" Dzaki began to get emotional.

"Whatever!" Mila turned her face away, the water slowly falling from the corner of her net. His left hand stroked his flat stomach which was hidden behind his bag. So Dzaki didn't see it.

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Far away on the island of Sumatra, middle-aged men prostrate, their eyes moist because they are defiant. Crying haru, happy crying.

"Fear I haven't happened all this time. Thank you God, this news makes my guilt a little treated, please take care of the slave child and fetus in his womb, O Allah."

"Love him, give him your love. Give him good people around him, so that he does not feel lonely because he is far from his family, and at times he feels growing weakness."

The door closed again with a squeak that made almost no sound. The woman wiped away her tears that kept flowing from earlier. When hearing the sincere do'a-do'a requested by her husband.