It's not my fault for taking your wife
BSMI 131s

“So that's why you're sad? Love ... Why haven't you said that since? Holding that sadness is not good. What else you are pregnant, and pregnant women should not always stress because it will affect the development of the fetus.”

Allan hugged her again, this time tighter. He understands Giany may be hesitant to ask permission to visit Rayyan's grave, as Rayyan is his son with another man.

“I'm afraid I'll mind."

Allan smiled sincerely as she stroked Giany's face. “Why should you mind? You're his mother, you have the right to visit his grave whenever you want."

"I'm sorry, Mas. I didn't mean to hide anything from Mas. All this time, I've been thinking about Rayyan. I feel so bad as his mother.”

"You don't think like that. I don't mind. I'm sorry, I never offered because I thought you were in the middle of arranging your heartbreak. Maybe you need some time."

Isak's crying voice was still heard breaking the silence.

"Again, you can also send a prayer to Rayyan anytime and anywhere.”

Giany wiped his tears. The heavy burden on her heart began to decrease after getting the green light from her husband.

"I'm afraid I'll offend Mas Allan."

“Don't think so. Isn't your son my son too? Rayyan's grave is in the back garden of Desta's house right?” ask Allan.

“Iya, Mas.”

“Alright, tomorrow morning before going to the hospital, we go to Rayyan's grave first. You come with me to the hospital tomorrow for USG, right?”

“Iya,” replied Giany while nodding.

Allan grabbed Giany's fingers, trying to drain the power through that grip.

The loss of a child is a great grief for all parents. But life must go on. Praying is the best.

Allan rubbed the remaining tears visible on Giany's face, also confirming his pajama robe that sagged to the arm. The air around the pool is quite cold.

Now, Giany rests his head on the husband's shoulder. Allan stroked her hair gently.

“Giany ... You know, you are one of the lucky people loh.”

“Because you have Rayyan. As the name implies, Rayyan, which is the name of one of the eight doors of heaven. He will welcome you to the door of heaven. He will free you from hunger and thirst. He will be your shield from the heat of hellfire. So you don't have to be sad about your parting with Rayyan in the world. Since Rayyan is at peace in the bosom of God, she will wait for you in her heaven and will be intercession for you.”

“What's the intercession, Mas?”

Slowly Allan explained to Giany, “Intercession is the intermediary. It can also be called help. So, Rayyan will be an intercession for you later, but for that there is a condition.”

“What is it, Mas?”

“As long as you are not kufur, as long as you remain patient and accept the decree of Allah. That's the condition, can?”

The rest of the sobs that had sounded slowly began to disappear. The sad feeling that had shackled his heart was also reduced. Allan's words made her feel more peaceful.

Yes, Giany is starting to understand everything. He had to take Rayyan off.

"You feel better?"

"Yes, Mas. Thank you." Thank you."

"Yes already, we go to yuk's room. It's already night. It's not good for pregnant women to stay up late."

Allan helped her up, then wrapped her hands around her shoulders and carried her inside the house.

Upon arriving in the room, he sat Giany on the lip of the bed. The woman looked at Maysha who was still asleep and kissed her forehead.

"I'll go to the kitchen first, make some milk for you. What'd you like to taste? Chocolate, strawberry or vanilla?"

"I want chocolate."

"Yes, honey, wait a minute ..."

Allan then went to the kitchen to make milk. Giany was waiting for him in his room.

Allan is right. I should be thankful a lot. At least when I was pregnant with Rayyan I didn't get all this happiness. I should be grateful and love Rayyan.

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