Mahligai Love Zeda Humaira Emerson
MC Zeda Humaira #106...

"Alhamdulillah if they want to refer, in fact they do love each other since the beginning, take care of each other and respect each other" said Fahmi after he got word from Arsyad that he and Aira would refer.

Currently Fahmi had just finished taking a shower while Hulya was busy cleaning their room.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother. I'm also happy though actually I also feel sorry for Aira, especially later there will be her son Anggun, who there Aira can remember the same betrayal Arsyad," Hulya replied. "If I were him, maybe I wouldn't be able to get back the same guy who hurt me" she later said.

"But Aira's willing, honey. She's a great woman" Fahmi said.

"Actually it's not that she's a great woman, her great love for being still enthroned and winning fights," replied Hulya who made Fahmi chuckle.

"You can say it sometimes very wisely, yes. Very good your words, touching," praise Fahmi.

"Because, easy-to-love advice, that's hard practice!" hulya shouted while throwing her husband in a wet towel. "As difficult as you put the taro towel into place, can you not put a towel on the bed?" Grumpily Hulya was annoyed.

"Y-yes, honey. Sorry, I forgot." Fahmi immediately ran to the bathroom to hang the towel there.

"Every day you forget, Mom. Try to get used to it, if it runs out in the pack and return it to its place!" hulya.

"Yes... Aye!" Reply Fahmi while opening his closet to look for clothes.

"Darling, where's my blue shirt, huh?" Ask Fahmy later.

"Yes there, Mas."

"Nothing!"

"There!"

"I told you there wasn't!" Fahmi clucked irritably as he revealed the clothes hanging one by one.

Inevitably Hulya had to find her husband's shirt, she revealed one by one the shirts hanging. "It's..." Hulya pulls the blue shirt that Fahmi wants.

"Well, what is it? I was looking for nothing" Fahmi said. Hulya just grunts, years of living with Fahmi makes her have to be able to understand everything that sucks from her husband.

Hulya continued her work, now she collects dirty clothes.

"Honey, where are my socks?"

"Astagfirulah..." Hulya sighed listlessly while stroking her chest. She put a dirty laundry basket with half throw it, then she found her husband's socks while the husband was busy with his cell phone.

"Astagfirullah, socks I have neatly arranged with each other, even in random, if it is random like this, the partner becomes lost he said, but just look for and match aja." Hulya grumbled in annoyance while tidying Fahmi's socks.

" Neh, Mum. Next time don't be random if you take socks, Mas. Take it carefully, " said Hulya reminded.

" Yes, Honey. Thank you, " said Fahmi then kissed Hulya's cheek with a smile

"From before Jihan wasn't born, you're not the same as what I said, Mas. Astagfirullah, this is Jihan already big, your attitude is still the same."

"Hehe, tomorrow is no more."

"Yes, tomorrow say no more and so on. Know ah, make a case." Fahmi grinned while scratching his head to hear the nagging wife.

"Don't kessel that, it will be beautiful. Later I fall in love again, my love is the same you are already big, do not get bigger again, fearing that I am increasingly unable to live without you." her tease that actually makes Hulya blushing.

The woman's weakness is in her ears, she can't hear a little praise or expression of love, because it will definitely touch her heart .

***

Lahore, Pakistan.

Aira woke up earlier than usual because this morning her parents would arrive.

Aira wants to cook for them but Arsyad who also woke up actually forbid it.

"Why, Mas?" Aira was disappointed.

"You'll be tired, honey. Ummi same abi also certainly do not want you tired, so better let bi Sri aja cook," said Arsyad.

"Oh my God, this is the first child, I've been in great difficulty" Aira complained.

Arsyad pushed his wheelchair, approaching Aira. "Patience, may Allah give you a wonderful gift for your patience in pregnancy" said Arsyad.

"Aamiin O Allah" Reply Aira.

"Oh yeah, have you prepared a name for our son?" Arsyad asked later and Aira shook her head. "Absolutely?" Arsyad asked, both eyebrows raised, again Aira shook her head.

"If it's a man, what if his name is Ali Zubair Ibrahim?" arsyad Suggestions.

"God, Ali Zubair Ibrahim?" asked Arsyad who looked so amazed by the name of Arsyad's choice.

"Yes, Honey. Whaddya think? Or do you have any other name suggestions?"

Aira fell silent, digesting the meaning of the 3 chosen names of Arsyad. Ali, the Prophet's noble friend, dear son-in-law, and beloved cousin. His intelligence and courage no one questioned. Zubayr, the Prophet's most noble friend, was also very wealthy, and the last name that Arshad chose was his surname, which was also the name of the Prophet who even earned the nickname khalilullah (Love of Allah)

Aira was reminded of her dreams since she was a teenager, one of her dream men was one who had a nature like Ali R.A.

"I like it, Mom. May our son also have such qualities as the owner of that name."

"Aamiin, God, if our daughter is a girl?" Ask Arsyad. Again Aira shook her head, a sign that she really did not think about her son's name later. "You haven't thought of it yet?" Pekik Arshad's.

"I'm confused about whose name, Mas," replied Aira with a faint smile.

"I also do not know if the daughter wants to be given whose name, we will think about it together," Reply Arsyad and Aira nodded in agreement.

"Think of two male names and two female names, Mas," said Aira who immediately made Arsyad's face change, he knew what Aira meant. Aira must have told him that Arsyad was waiting for two children.

The atmosphere became a little awkward and Aira cursed herself who inexplicably always fished in the direction she herself disliked.

"Darling, I..."

"Assalamualaikum.." Arsyad's speech came to a halt when he heard a voice from outside.

"That must be Om Sahir, but he's going to pick Abi up" Aira said as she moved away from her seat.

Arsyad followed Aira who opened the door, and Aira's guess was correct. "Greetings waalaikum, Om. Want to get Abi?" ask Aira.

"Yes, Ai. Anyone want to come?" ask Om Sahir.

"Via's still sleeping, Om. Though he said he wanted to pick up his Grandma's grandfather," replied Aira.

"Aren't you coming, Ai?"

"No, Om."

"Yes, if so Om went first."

"Yes, Om. Be careful..."

Aira notices Om Sahir who is now back in the car. Not long after, another car came and it was Javeed who must have just come from the market as usual.

Javeed got out of his car and then he went to Arsyad and Aira." Buy more yellow rice?" Ask Arsyad.

"No, I bought a samosa for Via because he likes this," Javeed said, giving a cassette containing samosas, Aira had been about to take it but Arsyad had preceded him.

"Kh..." Javeed clucked in annoyance. "Aghr mujhe mauka mila tu, main wada karta houn ky ap ki Biwi le longa aur apni bana loun ga. Dekh lena's. (If I have the chance, I promise to take your wife, see it later)" said Arsyad and Aira who thought they would not understand her words but they were not like that because Arsyad suddenly said...

"Mujhe pata hai ap ne kia ball, imaginary sy chotey larky. Biwi sirf meri hai, ab, aur hamesha rahey gi? (I know what you're talking about, be careful, boy! My wife is mine, now and forever)"

Javeed gawked, not believing Arsyad could speak Urdu very fluently. While Aira could only hold a smile, because she knew Arsyad could speak Urdu long ago.

Tbc...