My Imam, Surgaku
(32). To be parents!

Azalea stared at the full haru on the 5 pieces of testpack in her hand at this time. The five testpacks in his hand show a line of two that indicates that Azalea is now pregnant with her baby with Husain. The tears in her eyes flowed down her cheeks. In his heart, Azalea continued to mumble the words of gratitude to the Almighty who had given him and Husayn the confidence to be parents.

"It must be happy to see this." Between the two of them, Husain was the most impatient to wait for the results since last night. Even the most impatient, Husain could only sleep when the clock showed at half-two o'clock the night after Azalea patiently continued patting Husain's back slowly until Husain fell asleep.

Not wanting to make this precious moment ordinary, Azalea planned to give Husain a surprise that Husain might not forget and he would forget all their lives.

"There's still fifteen minutes before you get home from the mosque." Azalea immediately searched for the items she needed to make her surprise.

While in the mosque, Husayn was serious about reciting and praying to Allah for what he hoped to become a reality. If not, however, Husayn requested that he be given extensive sincerity to accept all the fates that had been recorded at Lauhul Mahfudz.

After he finished his prayers and prayers, Husayn walked out of the mosque to return home. But just a few steps Hussain walked, someone suddenly just called his name.

"Can we talk to Husain for a minute?" The voice sounded soft and soft. And without even looking, Husain knew that the one who was talking to him was a woman. For this reason, Husain did not intend to turn his body towards a woman who was not his mahram.

"Speak what? If it doesn't matter, I want to go home. My wife is waiting at home." From his tone implied that the firmness that Husayn was not interested in talking to the woman who was still wearing a face behind him.

"Why? Why did you choose to marry her over me, Husain?" Without further ado, the woman behind Husain immediately offered a question that Husain said was inappropriate to ask.

"She you said it was my wife. He has a very beautiful name. His name is Azalea Hilya Meccayla, you can call him Azalea" explained Husain.

"I don't care. I just want to know why you would prefer to marry another woman instead of me who I've obviously loved you all along, Husain." The woman walked towards Husain so that she could see the handsome face of the man she had been worshipping up close. However, it turned out nimbly that Husain was backtracking his steps and subduing his gaze. As if not interested in looking at him.

"Because he is the one God chose for me. I also love my wife very much. So don't expect more from me. Because until I die, I will still love my wife."

"What makes you love her so much? Aren't I better than him?"

The corner of Husain's lips was attracted to form a trivial smile when he heard this haughty speech from the woman before him.

"A good woman will not consider herself better than another woman." Husain said with a voice.

"My wife is waiting for me at home. And I don't want to make my wife wait any longer for my arrival. I say goodbye, Assalamu'alaikum." Without waiting for a reply from the woman before him, Husain immediately walked away from the woman.

During the journey to his home, Husayn always recited the do'a in his heart. O Allah, make whoever I look upon remain my noblest wife. And never plant on my soul the turning away of my wife and the attraction other than that of my wife Rodhoi.

In addition to praying, Husain did not forget to always instill in his heart that there is nothing more beautiful, attractive and perfect than his wife. Whoever appears before him is nothing compared to his wife.

Arriving at home, Husain immediately entered the house after saying his greetings. He was greeted by a mother who was knitting in the family room while listening to the murottal.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. How long is it going to be?" Ask Husain who was kissing his palm with reverence.

"Yes, someone asked Husain when he came home" replied Husain.

"MasyaAllah, what a beautiful Mom knitted sweater," Praise Husain.

Hearing the compliments of her son, the mother smiled. He also stared in amazement at the sweater he made with his own hands. "Should. The sweater wants me to love Aza. So it should be made as beautiful as possible." Said.

Husain smiled as well. "Aza will definitely love the same knit sweater made by Mom. Mother's bed clothes yesterday became Aza's favorite nightgown until now."

Mother does have a habit in sewing and also knitting. And the mother became more and more sewing also knit after Husain married Azalea and also after the mother recovered from her kidney disease. He said he wanted to give the results of the stitches and knits to his son-in-law who he considered to be his daughter.

"Thank God if Aza likes it." Said the Mother who was possessed by Husain.

"Oh yes, Husain wants to go to the room first yes, Mom. Afraid of Aza to wait." Pamit Husayn.

"Yes there. Mom also wants to finish her knitting. Just a little more."

"Okay, spirit, Mother!" Husain. Then he passed from in front of his mother to his room.

Husain's door opened slowly. From his standing position, Husain was able to look directly at Azalea who was sleeping on the bed with a sitting position while resting on a pillow.

Husain slowly closed the door of their room and walked towards the edge of the bed where his angel was asleep.

"God, sleep again you are so beautiful, baby." Husain said as he stroked Azalea's beautiful hair.

It turns out that Husain's gentle rubbing on Azalea's hair made Azalea sleep disturbed. The two beautiful eyeballs that previously hid behind the eyelids are now visible.

"New fly home?" Azalea asked with her voice.

Husain nodded. He brought Azalea's body to sit on his lap. "I'm sorry, you're disturbing your sleep." Husayn said while tucking Azalea's hair behind Azalea's ears.

"Gapapa. Do you want breakfast?" Ask Azalea.

"Later on. But if you're hungry, we'll have breakfast. I don't want my angel to starve for Brother."

Azalea chuckles. "They're not hungry yet." Said.

"Oh yes, just now you met a girl who used to tell you the same story, Abang," said Husain opened the conversation.

"That's a loh, the girl who became a neighbor of Brother from a long time ago" said Husain.

"Oh who said he likes the Brother from Senior High School until now?"

Husain nodded. "Yes. We met earlier. But calm down, Brother has insisted to him that Brother will not return his love. Brother also said that Brother really love the same wife Brother,"

"Aza believes it" said Azalea, smiling at Husain. "How did he react? If Aza was him, Aza would have been so bad," he continued.

"Don't know. My brother left immediately after saying that. Brother said the same to him that his wife again waited for Abang at home and Abang did not want to make Abang's wife later wait for Abang," replied Husain.

Azalea. He looked at the shady face of Husain who always looked at him with a gaze of love that was so sincere and pure. "Thank you, take care of Aza's trust."

Husain nodded with a smile. He held Azalea's hand with his right hand that did not embrace Azalea's waist. "It is your duty to take care of the trust you have given to Abang" Husain said.

"Because Abang has taken care of Aza's trust, Aza has a gift for Brother." Said Azalea while raising her eyebrows.

"What gift?" Ask Husain curiously.

"Attent." Azalea went down from Husayn's lap. He opened the nightstand drawer next to their bed. Take a long box that already contains five testpacks with two lines.

"Before that, you have to follow what Aza said yes" Azalea's pinta.

"okay." Answer Husain.

"Abang" Azalea began her speech and told Husayn to follow her.

"Dragon,"

"Mrrr,"

"Mrrr,"

"So,"

"So,"

"Dad,"

"Dad,"

"Try to connect all the words that Azalea said earlier,"

Although he was confused, Husayn continued to accept Azalea's request. He tried to connect the words that Azalea had spoken.

"Any father?" He said to Azalea.

"FUCKING!" Azalea exclaimed in delight as Husain perfectly connected his words.

"Wait a minute, you mean you're gonna be Dad?" Husain asked with a radiant face.

Azalea nodded. He held a long box that he had been holding. Unscrew the box and show the contents towards Husain.

With trembling hands, Husain took all five testpacks that were inside the long box that Azalea was holding. Look closely at the lines printed on the testpack that he holds.

"Congratulations, you're going to be Dad." Azalea Whispe.

"THANK GOD! OH GOD!" Husain exclaimed with pleasure. He immediately gave thanks for what God had given him at this time. Husayn embraced Azalea tightly.

"Thank you, baby. My brother is so happy." Husayn whispered softly in Azalea's ear. He shed the weeping of his harp which he had withstood the narrow shoulders of Azalea.

"Either. Let's take care of the baby together." Azalea was taken directly by Husain.

Now Husayn knelt before Azalea. He stared at Azalea's stomach, which now had her child there. He lived nine months and ten days in his wife's stomach.

"O Allah, he who is in the belly of my wife in a good image, establish in his heart the faith in You and in Your Apostle. O God, get him out of my wife's belly at his birth easily and safely. And make it whole, perfect, intelligent, intelligent, knowledgeable, and charitable. Aamiin's." Do'a Husain's.

"Aamiin's." Azaleas helped secure the do'a of Husayn for their son.

"After this, you will be more protective. So you can't protest yes" said Husain, who responded with harshness by Azalea.

- to be continued

There are a few sentences that I took from the sentence Ustadz Adi Hidayat time again lecture😊. The word is romantic. Anyone who has seen or seen Ustadz Adi Hidayat's talk knows.