My Imam, Surgaku
(31). Yes, Humairah?

The thing that becomes insecure women are mostly the shape of their faces and also their bodies. Same with Azalea today. Husain's wife was struck by a sense of insecure when she saw her slightly widened body shape. Because lately, Azalea became easily hungry and always wanted to eat every few hours.

In the midst of his daydream, Azalea was surprised by the arrival of Husayn who hugged her from behind.

"Why hm?" Husayn looked at Azalea through the mirror reflection of Azalea's dressing table. His chin Husayn placed on the narrow shoulders of Azalea.

"It looks like Aza is fat." Azalea curled her lips downwards. Staring sadly at Husain who was stroking his stomach. Somehow lately Husain has a habit of always stroking his stomach at every opportunity. For example, at a time like this.

"Dear, listen." Husayn turned Azalea's body to face him. Both hands directly cupped both cheeks of Azalea who felt more padlocked than before. "You remind me what you once said? You were always beautiful. Whatever and however you are, you are always beautiful in your eyes. Do not ignore the judgment of others with you. Just listen to your assessment. Still reminding?"

Azalea nodded her head. "Remember. You'd say that to Aza." He said with a smile.

"That said no brother doang loh. God also said you were beautiful. For Allah has created you as good and perfect." Husain said as he stroked the cheeks of Azalea's kingpin.

"What time?" Azalea asked pretending not to know.

Seeing his wife's innocent mannerisms, Husain developed his smile. Anxiously, he pinched the minimalist nose of Azalea. "Yes. The angel who whispered Brother said tell you that you are beautiful. So don't insecure. Okay, babe?"

"Okay, Brother." Azalea is feeling better. He no longer felt insecure after being given a sweet compliment from Husain.

If Azalea was the most tranquilizing sedative Husain had ever encountered on this earth, then to Azalea Husain was the medicine of all the medicine that existed on this earth.

Hussain painstakingly tidied up a bit of the veil that Azalea wore. Then he took the little hand of Azalea. "Then let's go." Take Husayn who was taken by Azalea.

Before leaving, Azalea and Husain will leave first with the mother who is watering plants in the front yard of the house.

"Mother, Husain and Aza want to go to the boarding school where Husain went first. Because Husain was invited to be a filler of Sharing and Inspiring held pesantren." Pamit Husayn.

"Yes already. You two be careful. Mother's message is one, go home not night. If it is afternoon go home. Azalea can't come home late from 5. Remember that, Husain." Said the mother with a serious face to Husain.

Hearing her name being called, Azalea frowned. Curious, she asked her mother-in-law, "why can't Aza go home after 5, Mom?"

The mother who had originally looked at Husain now turned to look at her daughter-in-law whom she had considered to be her own daughter. "According to Mom, it looks like you're pregnant, Nduk. Seen from your aura that is like a pregnant mother. You haven't checked yet?" Ask the mother who was returned by Azalea. "No, Ma. You see, two weeks ago Aza just finished her period." Answer Azalea.

"Will be fit to go home stop first at the pharmacy to buy a testpack. Let tomorrow morning when you wake up can be directly checked if the mother really thinks that you are pregnant again. So before that you follow the first orders Mother not to go home more than 5 pm. Because pregnant mother Magrib Magrib was outside the house." Said Mother.

"Yes, Mom. Husain will be home before 5."

After bidding farewell to his mother, Husain and Azalea set their feet toward Husain's car parked in the garage. However, before Husain drove his car out of their yard, Husain put his hand on Azalea's stomach with a smile that continued to be imprinted on her handsome face.

"Why?" Ask Azalea.

Husain did not answer. He just focused on looking at the belly of Azalea who was covered in a syar'i gown. His right hand, which did not hold the belly of Azalea, lifted him up to pray to Allah.

"رَبِّ هَبْ لِيْ مِنْ لَّدُنْكَ ذُرِّيَّةً طَيِّبَةً ۚ اِنَّكَ سَمِيْعُ الدُّعَاۤءِ.

Husayn looked so serious while holding the belly of Azalea. And Azalea who saw the seriousness of Husayn in praying to ask for offspring then immediately guaranteed the do'a Husayn.

"Aamiin's."

Husain smiled. He leaned over to kiss Azalea on the forehead and went down to kiss Azalea on the stomach.

"Read the do'a before you leave, baby." Husayn, who was taken by Azalea.

"بِسْمِ اللَّهِ، تَوَكَّلْتُ عَلَى اللَّهِ، لاَ حَوْلَ وَلاَ قُوَّةَ إِلاَّ بِاللَّهِ."

"Aamiin's." Husayn guaranteed the traveling do'a reading that Azalea chanted.

After making sure Azalea was safe and comfortable sitting next to him, Husain runs his car to the boarding school where he used to stay for 6 years before he finally chose to continue his schooling by enrolling in one of the universities in his city to continue his father's previous business managed by his uncle during his education and studying business.

Their journey is both very pleasant because Azalea who continues to chatter about anything she meets on the streets. Occasionally Husayn would respond or even kiss and bite his wife's palm when he was anxious with the wife's behavior.

Arriving at the pesantren, Husain and Azalea were warmly welcomed by Kyai the owner of the pesantren and the ustadz to ustadzah who taught there. The two of them were immediately led to enter a very wide hall but in the middle was given a curtain high enough to limit between male students and female students.

"Abang, Brother." Azalea tugged at the small sleeves of the robe that Husain was wearing.

"Why, baby?" Ask Husain in a soft tone.

"Later Aza sat the same ustadzah-ustadzah here aja ya." Pinta Azalea with a slightly clear face.

"Can. But can't be naughty. Can't sleep later when you're talking in front." Remember Husain while pinching Azalea's minimalist nose.

While Azalea is commemorated so by Husain is only able to display his innocent whimper. "No promise." His word.

When the new event began, Azalea still looked excited to see it. Especially watching the appearance of hadroh brought by the santri. However, in the middle of the show, Azalea had already started to feel bored. Occasionally, he covered his mouth as he yawned.

All Azalea's behavior was monitored by Husayn who sat on stage. Husain even occasionally chuckled at his wife who closed her eyes due to sleepiness. Until finally Husain had to stop seeing his wife's behavior because now it was his turn to fill a lecture about doing business according to the Islamic Shari'a.

All the material that Husain had prepared three days ago Husain conveyed was so flexible and easy to understand. As much as possible Husain conveyed his material with a little joke interspersed so that the santri and santriwati do not get tired of hearing it. Finally we arrived at the question session. Many santri and santriwati raised their hands to ask Husayn. And patiently Husain answered one by one questions from santri and santriwati.

And in the midst of the ongoing question and answer session, Azalea suddenly raised her hand.

"Yes, Humairah? Wanna ask what?" Ask Husain gently. Hearing that, instantly all the students and santriwati who were in the hall cheered boisterously at Husain's romantic call on Azalea.

While Azalea, the woman immediately bowed in shame when she realized that she was currently the center of attention of the santriwati. Actually, Azalea didn't want to ask anything. He just wanted to help the ustadzah who wanted to ask Husain but was embarrassed to ask directly.

- to be continued