Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 76: Forgetting

Shafiyah sat down, and placed a glass of warm tea in front of Burhan.

”As for neng,” said Burhan as he grabbed a glass and blew it, Shafiyah nodded and watched the sleeping baby.

”Masya Allah, the more beautiful. Khalis, whose name is it?” shafiyah praised and was grateful for her cousin's baby.

”Name Nurul Salsa Khazanah." Khalisah replied and Shafiyah nodded while moving her hand, she rubbed the baby's head gently, then took out something from her robe pocket. Shafiyah slipped an envelope with a little money for the baby Khalisah under the quilt.

”I have nothing Khalis."

”Still Sha." Khalisah Brief.

”Her beauty, by the way your baby is in USG, female or male?” burhan and Shafiyah looked at him.

”Not looking, want a man or woman who is important healthy "Shafiyah replied with a smile.

”Why not look? what does the doctor say?” burhan asked again and Khalisah noticed the look in Shafiyah's eyes.

”Yes does not look cake, not yet."

”You're in USG or not? Cheap Ultrasound huh, the opaque?” khalisah and Shafiyah looked over.

”My baby is two, fit in USG sensitive part is hard to see, why are you so cynical anyway?" said Shafiyah did not like the Khalisah, Burhan immediately grabbed Shafiyah's hand and his eyes aimed at Khalisah so sharp.

”Jaga your greeting, more people too. I'm a little embarrassed." Tegur Burhan and Khalisah were rebuking.

”Emang grandfather is more affectionate with Shafiyah, than ever,” said Khalisah rasping and Shafiyah directly lowered his head.

”Destroys your mood!" burhan and Khalisah.

”Gu, already." The whispers of Shafiyah and Burhan were very emotional at this moment.

The three of them were finally silent, the sleeping baby suddenly woke up and cried. Khalisah was eager to go to the bathroom, her husband was in the market. Wafi suddenly entered, to take Shafiyah away, his wife had to go to college.

”Let me the fat one,” said Shafiyah and Khalisah go without shame. Burhan breathed a harsh look at the reckless behavior of Khalisah, Burhan was only close to Shafiyah, he was never comfortable with Khalisah but had to be fair.

”I want to carry neng." Pinta Wafi and Shafiyah smiled.

”Yes already," said the girl and finally Wafi sat down, moved her hand, and slowly scavenged the baby girl. Shafiyah smiled and watched the baby in her husband's arms.” Aa has been very carrying a baby," said the girl and Wafi smiled.

”About two months our child was born,” said Wafi who was just busy staring at the baby who is now starting to fall asleep back in his carrier.

”Malah did not count? fear of kayak Khalisah, miscalculating a pregnancy." Shafiyah kept silent and remembered her fertile period back then.

”Yes her midwife was wrong. In Sha Allah you are not." Wafi Timpal.

”Iya hehe." Shafiyah chuckled and looked back at the baby. When Khalisah came, Wafi put the baby back in her bed, then she retreated away.

”Khalis, I can't take long, I want to go to college." Shafiyah.

”Iya, out of college just here," said Khalisah, chimed in Shafiyah but his eyes were busy watching Wafi who was so close. Shafiyah fell silent and grabbed her husband's hand. The look on Khalisah's face changed, and his gaze turned to Shafiyah who was looking at him cynically.

”Come bi." Take Shafiyah and Wafi nod.

”Wafi, can anterin your grandparents to the house of Dawn?" asked Burhan and Shafiyah frowned.

”Kek, didn't grandpa say he wanted to be here first?" whispered Shafiyah and Burhan shaking their heads. Where he wants to stay in the house, if the owner of the house can not entertain well, he was embarrassed and not at home.

”No." That was all Burhan said, and finally Shafiyah did not ask much more.

”I say goodbye to the others first," said Shafiyah and released her husband's hand.

"Yes, let's be together." Take Wafi and grab Shafiyah's hand, then pull her, Shafiyah smiled knots and tailed behind her husband.

When entering the kitchen, both are the center of attention.

”Bi, Fiyah wants to go to college first. Aa Wafi also wants to go to the store for a while he said,” said Shafiyah and Faiza approached.

”Breakfast first.” Take Faiza and pull Shafiyah's arm.

”Emm.." Shafiyah.

”Bi, Monday." Wafi gave the code and Faiza just understood, both of them were unable to eat breakfast, because of fasting.

”Yeah, anyway magrib will eat here. Don't let it go!" faiza firmly and the two just stared at each other.

”Yes, in sha Allah." Wafi replied with a faint smile.

”Ya be careful yes,” Faiza added while rubbing Shafiyah's back gently.

”Iya, Assalamu'alaikum,” says Wafi.

”Wa'alaikumus Salaam.” Everybody answered.

Wafi, Shafiyah and Burhan finally stepped away, leaving the Khalisah home. On the way, Burhan kept nagging. Talking about Khalisah's bad behavior, Wafi was silent as well as his wife, both of whom were only listeners.

Arriving at home, the three prepare, and Raihanah also returns to Faiza's house escorted santriwati using a motorbike. Wafi drives a car at moderate speed. Shafiyah sat in the middle and Burhan in front with her husband. The woman was busy reading the Koran she brought, waiting until she reached her destination. God willing, Wafi was very happy, could not be expressed in words, Burhan also silently listened. And Wafi listened to his wife's reading.

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In the afternoon, Wafi came to the house of Ismail bin Mail. Bringing cake and drinks to his friend, he had not seen Ishmael for a long time. Because, after the baby was born, Ismail was very busy, his hobbies hanging out he just left. She did not want to make Kamila tired by herself, but Kamila often asked her to go see her friends if she wanted, as long as she remembered the time.

Ismail was carrying his child, swinging it right to left, the baby girl named Celica was carrying with a cloth. Wafi smiled as he saw her, and Mail was excited to see her best friend coming.

”Assalamu'alaikum!" exclaim Wafi.

”Wa'alaikumus Salaam!" answer Mail. Her newly asleep baby is now awake again, hearing her loud voice." Geez deck, bobo deck, dedek annoying same sound papi yes, sorry dear," said softly and trying to put the baby back to sleep.

When she reached Ismail, Wafi noticed Celica crying without tears, her eyes closed tightly and continued to cry hysterically like in pain.

”Your son is sick Mail?" said Wafi asked, he put the back of his hand on the forehead of the baby.

"No! fortunately you came to you, help me deh, from last night Celica cry on.” Ismail replied and Wafi put down the plastic bag he was carrying.

”Sick?”

"No, from last night this is now Kamila again went to buy medicine with my niece."

"Sit down here.” Take Wafi, he sits first and Ishmael sits next to him. Wafi took over Celica from Ismail's sling, she rubbed the baby girl's body and Mail watched Wafi's lips continue to chant prayers for her baby.

Celica's cry grew louder, Wafi stroked the baby's soles in turn, and after that placed her palm on her left chest, right in her heart. Ismail has been glazed, various ways can not make the baby calm from last night.

Slowly, his cries began to subside, his tears started to come out, his originally cold legs were now starting to warm up. Ismail felt relieved, then kissed the baby's forehead gently.

”Where was it last night?" tanya Wafi and Ishmael looked at her.

”Gue came home last night at 1, just hanging out at the neighbor's house that was in the air, Celica immediately woke up not long, until morning, there was no calm,” said Mail and Wafi let out a long sigh.

”Mail, the baby is fragrant, I'd like to come home from everywhere never deketin Shafiyah directly, sometimes to the mosque, ablution or prayer first. The unseen, there is the prank, there is the rough. Bismillah first if you want to go into the house. Don't take the baby right away." Wafi bluntly and all over Ismail's body immediately sweated, the man shuddered in fear and looked at his daughter fixedly.

”Asstaghfirullah Mu, Kamila's parents also said that, but I forgot. But my son's okay, isn't he?” ismail's voice was hoarse and Wafi nodded in agreement.

”Nothing, just sleep, don't disturb." Wafi said as she enveloped Celica's body with her sorbant.” I brought you a drink, same cake, make you the same Kamila. I'm waiting for nobody to come straight to the store."

”Gus busy You, thank you, come in. The wind is tight, afraid Celica in the wind.” Invite Ismail and Wafi to nod and then rise slowly. He followed Mail's steps into the house.

Celica continued to wriggle on Wafi's lap, until Wafi finally moved it to a special baby mattress that Ismail had prepared. Ismail smiled to see his son calm down, the sound of the motorbike outside made the two men turn at the same time.

”Iya,” Kamila's voice rang out, talking to her niece Mail then she went inside the house, she was surprised to see Wafi, probably the car parked on the empty land there belonged to the man.

”When come Mu?” ask Kamila.

"New to.” Waffen replied.

”Wafi bring us cake, I get in the fridge. Make a drink,” said Ismail and Kamila nodded.

”I'm not drinking today Mail." The whispers of Wafi and Ismail went silent for a moment.

"The coffee is not so, Wafi again fasting!" ismail and Kamila smiled.

”Crains you Gus, when did my husband hit you huh?” Timpal Kamila and Ismail pouted." Why didn't you bring Shafiyah? I'd be happy to talk to your wife."

"She's in college, coming home soon, I'll pick her up from here.”

”Yeah! you not long dong.” Ismail disappointed.

”Iya, there is also an event, akikah cousin show, I have to nyiapin Hadroh children for the event later tonight. Come yes, if you can,” he said while tendering his back and Ismail pursed his lips.

”Alhamdulillah, yes the name is trade, now rame, if one day quiet should be prepared. Trying to find my job."

”Contractor?" tanya Ismail and Wafi nodded.” Yesterday work stopped, how did you!"

"Well, people don't get it! uncomfortable, tired of mind. Tired of the body can rest, if tired of the mind is very difficult Mail."

”Yes too, I can only do'ain Mu."

”Iya, thanks.”

Both of them were silent when Kamila came. Mail chose to take Wafi out. While Kamila brought Celica into the room, she was relieved to see her daughter was already a henchman back.

Elsewhere, in the house of Dawn. Burhan was chatting with Sara. Sara doesn't talk as much as usual. Hearing that her son and daughter-in-law are not divorced, makes Burhan happy.

”Do you still not accept Wafi?" burhan and Sara said, sighing harshly.

”Don't mention the man's father."

”Yeah of Sara! you still like this? when did you realize.” Burhan's voice was rising.

”Daddy trouble, I don't want my son to live hard!" sara and Burhan are not thinking.

”Keep what do you want to come to Khalisah's house?"

”I don't! in the hospital I saw him. It's up to the others to go,” he said cynically and Burhan shook his head.

”Shasha happy with Wafi Sara!"

”But what I saw was different father, Shafiyah my son! and he prefers that guy, I'm disappointed and worried, every time I feel it's dad. Butwhat? Shasha didn't understand, Shafiyah was just thinking about the man."

”Because Wafi her husband. You should be proud to have a child like Shafiyah, a daughter-in-law like Wafi.” Burhan spoke in a hoarse voice, Sara who was feeling upset finally got up, then waltzed away leaving her father. Burhan was just silent, lazy to catch up with his selfless son.

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On campus, Shafiyah was waiting for her husband to come, she was already cramps, and she finally sat down. Shafiyah turned her head when her husband's car came.

”Old!" she snapped slowly, so upset that she was overheated and cramping waiting for her husband.

Seeing the look in his wife's eyes, Wafi was not calm. His wife is sensitive, she understands his wife's situation, but she is so afraid to face Shafiyah's anger, and is confused about it.

Wafi came out and Shafiyah never got up from her seat." Sorry, too late, okay? it's jammed."

”Udah is clearly late bi, use it!"

"Oh my goodness, kiss it!"

”No shame to say that."

”Yes biarin! let's go home ah.” Invite him while helping Shafiyah get up, after standing up, Wafi embraces his wife's waist and stroked his wife's stomach gently." Abi late son. Umi you guys are pouting."

”Abi yes!" reprimand Shafiyah and Wafi chuckled.

”Come in" said the man who had opened the car door. Shafiyah entered and Wafi closed the car door. Shafiyah felt relieved and leaned her head.

Bi house. I'm waiting for you 30 minutes bi."

"Sorry that." Wafi exclaimed and then glared as Shafiyah continued to grumble, she took some drinking water and gave it to Shafiyah. Shafiyah pulled her niqob, Wafi gawked at the sweat on Shafiyah's face, immediately she grabbed the tissue and wiped it slowly." Asstaghfirullah who, until this dry."

Shafiyah was silent because she was drinking. When she finished, she closed the bottle and put it down.

”Bi I am very tired, not directly to the house Khalisah.”

Wafi fell silent, and stared fixedly at Shafiyah. Shafiyah was confused and looked back at him." Asstaghfirullah azim thing!!" exclaim Wafi loud.

"Why?” Shafiyah was shocked.

”That is fasting," watered carefully, Shafi's eyes were round, very shocked.

”Astaghfirullah!!" tight screams.

Plakkc...

Shafiyah hit her husband's shoulder and Wafi was silent.” Abi why don't you take me?” his voice was hoarse with both eyes already watering.

”Yes forgot, same. It's okay dear if you forget mah, continue aja.”

"Hiks! it's just weird. Where to drink a lot, asstaghfirullah thing adzim, why can forget si, hiks!” Shafiyah cried and Wafi immediately hugged her, covering that flushed pretty face back." Abi, how?"

”Yes it's okay, you forget. If it was intentionally broken. Don't cry, God knows love."

”Aaaa! it's not good enough bi."

”Continue wanting real abortive intent?"

”Ya no hiks!"

”It's good then, yes it's silent. Shut! don't cry, we go home, rest, only later tonight you go to Chairil's house. I can't make you take a nap, baby, I want to see Hadroh team as well as other needs later, already cup! quite crynya," said Wafi while grinning, seeing his wife felt guilty for forgetting. Shafiyah finally stopped, but a small sobbing was still heard, she kept wiping her tears and Wafi started to drive forward her car.

In the afternoon, the Shafiyah family came to Chairil's house except for Sara. Herman asks where the son and daughter-in-law are but no one knows.

”You're going to Fiyah's house, yeah?" ask Dawn.

”No, later the event is finished.” Herman answered.

”We pray first." Take Burhan and everyone nods. There's a musholla not far from Chairil's house. The men pray there. In Chairil's kitchen, Raihanah was wrapping rice. Others were also busy preparing food boxes to share.

”Teh Hira wants to come tomorrow huh?” fara and Raihanah looked over.

"What is Far?" ask Raihanah.

”Yes tea, if now you can't."

”Let me design a cake for the family teteh, but if the cuisine like can not. How about?” faiza.

"Yes cook again tomorrow, I help you, calm down" Fara and Faiza smiled.

”Iya Za, why worry anyway." Typal Raihanah and Faiza smiled.

At Gus Mu's house. Shafiyah was waiting, she did not cook because Faiza sent food for her and Wafi, she only cooked rice today. Shafiyah noticed the food on the table, the untouched mixed ice, and the warm sweet tea that had just been drunk by half a glass, hers and her husband's.

The sound of the door opening made Shafiyah smile." Abi finally came home."

"Assalamualaikum,” said Wafi as he stepped into the kitchen.

”Wa'alaikumus Salaam.” Reply Shafiyah. Shafiyah got up and shook her husband's hand, Wafi dyed his wife's hair, and the two sat down.

”You ate a plate both neng." Wafi asked and Shafiyah nodded assuring.” After eating between you to Chairil's house, wear clothes that are the same color as me,” asks back and Shafiyah looks at her husband's maroon-colored clothes Koko.

”Iya abi, ready."

”Gus Mu Masya wife God really yes."

”Regular aja. Don't be coozy, eat too. Wash your hands first."

”Iya darling." Wafi got up and washed his hands. When he finished, he sat down, and read the basmalah. Eating both on the same plate with his wife became an activity that he really liked.

”Eh!" Shafiyah held her stomach with her left hand.

”Why?” said Wafi rasping, panicking.

”Our kids can't be brake, just as I eat.”

Wafi smiled and put his hand on his wife's stomach.” Abi's children, whiz, brought the same fasting umi ya today,” Tuturannya soft and twin babies inside there continue to squirm, Shafiyah smiled and stared at each other closely with her husband.

”I really love you Shafiyah,” said Wafi suddenly.

”Allet me Gus Mu."

”Basic, do not call me that, I am your husband, you are not a santriwati anymore, you are my wife. I don't think we've been married for almost a year."

”Iya, Thank God.” Shafiyah smiled wryly and Wafi stroked his wife's hair gently.

”Alhamdulillah." Reply Shafiyah, a simple man, not rich, but has a tremendous responsibility, appreciates and protects, wants to ask especially him now, he just asks, may his household continue to run, he said, until death do us part.