Immaculacy
New Old Man

Ahmad Hafiz Qur'ani's. Ahmad is the little name of the prophet of God, the noblest creature on earth, intelligent, trustworthy, a role model of his people. Hafiz, a call for one who can memorize the Qur'an, although the nickname Hafiz used to be given to those who memorized the Hadith. Qur'ani, additionally asserts that the Hafiz in question is not a memorizer of the hadith, but rather the Qur'an.

The name is do'a, the Arabic proverb says "Everyone will gain influence from the name given to him."

Ahmad Hafiz Qur'ani's. Noble or best men who memorize the Qur'an.

The woman did not refuse the name of her husband.

"Yes, Mila likes it. Be a Qur'an memorizer, son!" mila's kiss on her son's forehead.

"We call Hafiz, yes. If Ahmad later became Mamat, like Mila's friend in school." he said, so remembered with Ahmad.

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Now that they are home, Dzaki is willing to not go to work for a few days, until he waits for his wife to fully recover. As a husband, he wants to be a support system for his wife, plus the absence of Mila's family or family who can accompany Mila at times like this.

Arpin and Mai can only see their grandchildren from the phone, Vidio calls so longing cure for them. The same thing for his iron family, Latif's declining buya health is a consideration Ummi Ana to keep beside him in the boarding school.

"Sorry, Son. Ummi can't help you take care of Hafiz, you're not well!" said Ana who really wants to be close to Hafiz and her two children.

"It's okay, ummi. Please pray." said Dzaki understand.

Both activities are increasing, and the hours of sleep Mila and Dzaki are decreasing.

Oek..owek, Hafiz cried at midnight.

The sleeping Mila woke up and tried to sit down, looking at Hafiz who was sleeping beside her.

"Why, unfortunately Umma. Hafiz thirsty?" Mila holds him and gives him Asi, but Hafiz refuses and cries.

"Dear, son!" said Mila rubbed Hafiz's coconut which was still covered in bedong cloth. The hafiz cry became.

"Eh, why, son?" Dzaki woke up.

"Why yes, Mas. Mila tried to give Asi, but Hafiz didn't!" Mila was confused so she cried.

"Why, huh? Try it here with Abi!" Dzaki takes Hafiz from Mila's deck.

"Sa.a.ayang son Abi, why cry night-night. The neighbors wake up. Poor boy, the name disturbs sleeping people, zholim!"

"Hardon me, the Mas like his son already knows how to talk!" muttered Mila

Hafiz was crying even more, harder than when he was with Mila.

"Daddy, what's the matter?" Dzaki started to panic, looking at Mila who had panicked first.

Tok.shock.

"Sir, can auntie come in?" bi Lastri's voice from outside.

"Yes, Bi. The door was not locked" replied Dzaki stopping Mila's slow movement to open the door. Understandably exhausted the flow, difficult to move quickly, there must be maintained to quickly recover.

"Bi, Hafiz is crying, don't want Asi!" Mila cries as if confiding with the Lastri bi who accidentally stayed there to help Mila. She understands very well, women who have given birth will certainly be troubled if taking care of their children alone, even though the husband is accompanying.

"Maybe little PUP, you know?"

"Try it to me, sir." bi Lastri carried Hafiz and put him on his bed. Opening the cloth that wrapped the baby, a cocoon that was about to turn into a butterfly.

Hafiz was silent for a moment. Bi Lastri gave it to Mila.

"It's clean, Umma." said bi Lastri smiling.

"Sorry to bother ya, Bi" Mila had no thought to open the cloth bedongnya earlier.

"No papa,Neng. Aunt instead happy, can take care of the baby again." bi Lastri out of the room, to the guest room. Where he rested earlier, the clock has shown at 03.40 am.

Hafiz fell asleep again. He placed Hafiz slowly on the bed next to him.

"Mas, yuk here, sleep la...." Mila smiled to see her husband who had fallen asleep in a sitting position on a chair.

"It's sleeping, honey. Deep thorny baby grandpa, yes" whispered Mila to Hafiz.

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Happiness is increasing day by day. Growing up the little baby, never a little Dzaki and Mila missed. Not only did Hafiz grow and develop, her Umma also began to develop.

Mila's weight which was 45 is now 55 kilos, this is only the third month after giving birth, how will it be in the future.

Mila began to worry about her physical condition. His clothes began to look narrow especially from the waist up.

"Oh, how's dong? cooking has to be a diet." Mila grumbled, seeing her look reflected.

"Why is his face so ugly?" Dzaki put the book he read on the table. His hand slapped the chair next to him. Mila sat down to him.

"Kok, it's worse!" goda Dzaki saw his wife's face growing sullen.

"Cake kek! his wife is sad again." said Mila annoyed.

"Hug, just hug this, not hard! Ni..., I'm hugging you!" Dzaki hugs his sweet wife.

"Kok, looks like something's different, huh?"

"What?" ask Mila.

"Kok, it's like weeping Doraemon!" Dzaki held back a laugh.

"Kan, I'll take care of you!" clasping Dzaki's hand, out of his arms.

"It's too fat, huh, Mas?"

"Start tomorrow, diet. But, how's Hafiz,mas? Later even abdominal pain, because the Umma is hungry." Mila is worried, on one side she wants to look slim again like before, on the other hand she also does not want if Asinya is not qualified.

The dilemma of mothers, all mothers must feel the same thing, especially for women whose body weight is easily increased and difficult to fall.

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