Immaculacy
Mama and Ummi are confused

The door opened after several knocks. The woman ran up to the room marked by the name of the baby.

The door handle opened slowly, her net catching the figure she longed for. For five hours he left the little man. On her lift the tiny body into her arms. He feels so guilty. Her tears fell unstoppably, dripping on Hafiz's cheeks that were still in her arms.

The round eyes opened, "Umma, it's healed!" he said he was happy to see that his umma was in front of him.

"Why, Umma crying? Where does umma hurt, let Hafiz blow!" said the boy was innocent. Removing her general tears.

"I'm sorry Umma, son! Umma left Hafiz alone!" mila is melancholic.

"It's okay, Umma. Hafiz is not alone! There's grandma Tri!"

"Important Umma quickly recovered, so as not to leave Hafiz again. If Umma goes Hafiz muroja'ah who is the same? Grandma Tri said she couldn't!" hafiz said. Hafiz wanted to repeat his memorization, but bi Lastri could not accept it, other than his myopic eyes, in fact he was also still stammered in reading the Qur'an.

"Later, if Umma leaves, Hafiz Muroja'ahnya same Abi only! Don't stop memorizing, son!"

"But, Hafiz wants the same Umma! if Abi is different! not delicious!" hafiz said while shaking his head.

"If it's not good, then get a cat!" said Dzaki interfered. Actually, Dzaki from earlier was already standing in front of the door of Hafiz's room, but disallowed his intention to enter. Letting his two precious treasures take off the longing. Strange indeed, only five hours apart but already longed like years did not meet. But it wouldn't be strange, for a pure housewife like Mila. Where there is Mila there is Hafiz, except when in the bathroom.

"Why would it be, if repeating the same rote Abi?" ask Dzaki as if Iri.

"Let's be impatient, there's anger!" hafiz folded his hands on his chest.

"Yes different dong! the way Abi taught was so! said Dzaki, who also folded his arms around his chest.

"Eh.. really, so gini!" Mila pulls Hafiz in her arms again.

"Can't be like that Abi, son! Hafiz tau not, if Hafiz can memorize the Qur'an his reward for Umma and Abi also loh! Hafiz loves Abi and Umma right? the Prophet said, The most important person of my Ummah is the one who memorizes the Qur'an. The hadith! Doesn't Hafiz want to be the first?"

"You umma! Hafiz wants to be the ultimate prophet! we will go to heaven together, Umma!" hafiz said without a single chelate.

Mila kissed him, her eyes constantly teary. "O Allah, let the servant be with them even longer!" Lirih.

Dzaki saw it, stroking his wife's shoulder.

"All is Well!" he said he gave the best smile. Trying to joke. Using the phrase that Amir Khan has always spoken in one of Bollywood's best films. He knows, the taboo for cancer sufferers is a setres. As much as possible he tried to comfort his wife who was a god-level baper.

Crutches.

"In the belly of the mas is there a chicken, huh?" tanya Mila heard the sound of Dzaki's stomach wriggling for contents.

"Laper!" dzaki held his stomach.

"Hafiz is hungry too, Ma!" imitating the style of his ashes that held the stomach.

"Follow it!" exclaimed Dzaki felt his movements imitated.

"Biarin, this is Umma Hafiz!" Hafiz hugged Mila, as if unwilling Abinya also indulged.

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"Yes, Bang! I'll tell you about Mai. It's a good one. But you're okay with me leaving?" ummi Ana still hesitates leaving her husband alone.

"Alhamdulillah I have healed him. There's Hasan here. Just calm down! now Mila needs both her mothers, and Hafiz needs friends too." latif's mom put her body in bed.

Ummi Ana picks up her Hanphonenya, scrolls names in contacts. After what she was looking for was found, Ana found a number that was busy. But keep trying again.

The Arpin's house

"Tomorrow Zain transfer yes, Mak! don't sell your mama's bracelets!" Mai listened to her son's babble.

"You're the same pawn, Zain!" said Mai.

"What is this mamak! like anyone!"

"If you don't want to, we're all going, dad, Zain and Maya are going there too!" zain gave me an idea.

"Don't, Amang. It's getting harder la the Mila later. Don't put your mind on it. Don't let her feel guilty, because she's her husband, her father, her brother, so she doesn't work! udahla, I want you to lend mamak money is okay. I'll change!" mai said at length.

"Yes, Mom. Tomorrow Zain transfers yes!" Zain told me what Mai said. If the debate continues it will not be finished.

Phone's closed. Not yet had time to get out of her seat, the hape held by Mai rang again. A call from his iron.

"Assalamu'alaikum, besan!" greet Mai.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, busy this time it seems Mak Zain, from earlier I can not call!" said Ana, indeed from earlier he tried to call but the number you are going to is busy said the operator.

"Yes, Zain called! How was Ummi?" ask Mai.

"Look, Mak Zain bla.. bla... bla" Ana explained at length, the idea she had discussed with her husband.

"Ha, so is it!" mai agreed.

"In that case, we'll have more news, yes!" said Ana closing it with greetings.

The two middle-aged women were troubled. How not, after Dzaki called to tell Mila what to do in a few days.

On one side they want to be next to their son-in-law. On the other hand they want to take care of their grandchildren.

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The night is getting late, the stars are getting brighter. Mila's eyes looked up. He put his head on the end of the chair on the balcony. Hafiz was asleep. For some reason tonight Hafiz whines to want to sleep together with Abi and Ummanya.

"It's night! Let's sleep!" take Dzaki to his wife. Stroking her head that is still covered with hijab.

"Buck...." Mila stopped her talking.

Dzaki interrupted his wife's words, he knew where the direction of the conversation would continue, looking from the tear that had fallen a few grains.

"All is Well, darling! God willing" he said holding his sweet wife's hand.