MU'ADZ
THIRTY EIGHT

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It's late afternoon. Now Mu'adz and Ameera were on their way home, after a few minutes of saying goodbye to Abi and Mommy. Because later tonight still routine tahlilan in ndalem is not possible to stay overnight.

Looking at the rearview mirror, the moody face of his wife was clearly plastered there. He realized when he returned earlier in the Al-Bidayyah pesantren. He also had time to ask, but the answer legend a woman 'nothing'. Then he has to how to respond. Once there, he did not continue with other curious questions. Maybe Ameera needs a moment.

Slowly he carried Ameera's left hand around on his stomach and stroked gently. Our gazes for a few seconds had clashed in the rearview mirror. But before long, he felt the squeeze in his hand feel strong. He glanced at the rearview mirror, sidelining his bike right in an empty shophouse. Honestly, he panicked to see the face of Ameera who was holding back pain, while the right hand tried to cover the ears behind the helmet.

"Hey, Nduk, Nduke nopo o?"

Not mempan. His wife tried to cover both ears. He immediately grabbed it, stroking the back that began to tremble violently. His wife is crying. Indeed he did not know what happened to his wife, when he arrived at the house, his wife was fine, even his gloomy expression was invisible.

Taking off his embrace, raising his wife's puffy face, but only blank eyes. Slowly he opened the helmet hook. "Cobak cerito teng Mas, Nduk?"

"Abi, Umi." said his wife still in a blank stare. He immediately seized his wife again. He doesn't even care anymore, he's still on the side of the road. Is this a form of trauma for his wife? ask in the heart. But as he remembered, Alm. Mbah Yai Imam said that Ameera's trauma would recur when he heard the sound of the plane. He had not heard the sound of the plane at all.

Spreading his eyes, staring at the streets. Abaghfirullah!! he only realized that the path he passed was now close to the airport, indeed he had taken the fastest route. He really forgot. Shortly heard the sound of the plane, making his wife's body back out of control, trying to cover both ears.

O Allah, O Rabbi, without a word he clenched tightly. Why did he get through here, he said. "Nduke calm nggeh, istighfar, Nduk e mboten kiambak, enten Mase" he said soothing while stroking gently back that began to vibrate again. Again his wife was crying.

Astaghfirullahal'adzim murmured repeatedly. "Nduke!" taking off his arms after his wife had calmed down.

"Ngapunten ngggeh Mase." The soft voice of his wife made him relieved, his wife had started to calm down. He stroked the top of his wife accompanied by a smile, then his hand turned to wipe the rest of his wife's tears.

"Seng wayae nyuwun sepuro niku Mase. Mase estu bener-bene supe, lek pass mriki wau. Sepuntene ngggeh Nduk?"

"M-mase sampun semerep?"

With a calming smile he nodded. "Mase teng mriki, mboten need wedi maleh ngggeh, akeh istighfare" he said gently making his wife chant istighfar repeatedly. Then took his wife's helmet, she painstakingly put it on. "Maleh nggeh?" Seeing the nod from his wife, he also rode his motorcycle back into the streets. Not what, he was in a hurry to take his wife away from this place, in addition to many people and latitude saw it, also this place near the airport, he was worried about repeated, the state of his wife.

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The night breeze greets the skin pores. Following routine activities, teaching the book in the mosque courtyard. Shahla forced herself, though in every second she remembered Mas Mu'adz and Ameera, not making herself lazy or sickly permission not to do routine activities. He knew it would take time to calm his heart and mind. But realized if he was alone, it would make him worse by the circumstances.

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Slowly he opened his two neutrals, while twitching adjusting the light that greeted. Dizziness, still dizziness. Massaging his temples, the room is all white, and the left hand is attached to the infusion. He knew he was in the hospital now. I don't know how long, he fainted. I remember teaching at night.

He closed his eyes for a moment, neutralizing his dizziness. Just remembered that since his meeting with Mas Mu'adz and Ameera until night, no intake entered his body. Indeed physically weak, it is fitting that Mas Mu'adz chose Ameera on his appeal. One drop of her tears began to fall back.

Her tears were too cheap to remember the two, with all the events and with all her broken feelings.His tears grew more and more innocent, patting her chest softly. It hurt his heart, O God.

The door opened, he looked. The sneli-wearing mother smiled gently at him, while she smiled wistfully.

"Enten zinc sick Deck?" Mother was already sitting in a chair next to her safe. He shook slowly with tears. As fast as lightning he wiped it. Feeling a gentle rub in his head, for a moment he closed both his eyes, enjoying.

"Mimic Deck?" Open both eyes, then nod. In helping Mother, he drank water from a glass that Mother bribed.

"Mama purse, Nda?" his voice is still weak.

"Mama tasek visit patient, Dad Dharrin tasek oprasi." He just nodded slowly.

Mother still stroked the top of her head silence greeted. "Maem e seng regular ngggeh, Bunda mboten purun Dek Shahla ngeten niki maleh. Dek Shahla mboten tangi ket ndek wingi, garai Bunda worried." again he just nodded.

"Dek Shahla ngertos right, lek Dek Shahla until anytime dados putrine Bunda. In spite of all that makes Dek Shahla an official member of the Mother's family."

Hearing that soft but heart-wrenching voice, he again shed his tears. Do not ask again, Mother means already know that she knows about Mas Mu'adz. Mother's Deck made her sob more and more again and again. His heart was full of pain.

"Std... Mother percoyo Dek Shahla. Nggeh sampun? lek ngeten niki Bunda kelingan, Mother mbiyen."

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Sorry if the UP is long, or mboten regular day.

If I Up the streak means it is loose, if mboten nggeh is indeed enten zinc must be done in the real world.

Hopefully with doble Up can treat ngggeh!!!