My Ustadz My Husband
Part 92's

Asthma could not sleep because of the pain in her stomach, she woke her husband.

"What's up, honey. Does your stomach hurt?" Bilal asked frantically, and Astma could only nod.

"We go to the hospital" said Bilal and he immediately woke up and took a bag containing Asthma needs to give birth which Bilal had prepared since a month ago.

Faraz who sleeps in the middle of them also woke up because he heard his father's voice.

"What's up, Abi?" faraz asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"Faraz, Ummi wants to give birth like her, son. Abi has to go to the hospital, you are at home just the same Nena" cried Bilal while holding Asthma who already looked in pain.

"Follow.follow..follow..." Faraz followed Bilal who was coming out of the room. Bilal called out to Bi Mina.

"What's up, sir?" Tanya Bi Mina who came in contact with Gopoh.

"Bi, Zahra wants to give birth like her. Bi Mina take care of Faraz ya"

"Enda... Faz come, Bi..." Faraz Whine.

"Honey, justin aja Faraz come along" said Asma weak to her husband.

"Well, let's go now"

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At the hospital, the Doctor and the nurse immediately deal with Asthma and take her to the delivery room. Of course with Bilal on his side, because Bilal did not want to leave his wife and Asma did not want to live in her husband.

"Come, Mom... Push ! Push it! push even stronger" cried the Doctor, Asthma pushed with all her might and she squeezed Bilal's hand very firmly.

Asthma breath sting, sweat has soaked his entire body that was tired and sick. He looked at Bilal with glassy eyes to endure the pain of giving birth.

"Darling, strong yes... Bismillah.push again, dear" Bilal helped support his wife. One hand held Asthma's hand, and the other wiped the sweat on Zahra's forehead.

"I. I can't...Bilal" Speaks Weak Asthma.

"Don't say that, honey. You must be strong, hang on a little more, remember what you said? Heaven. This child will make our home like heaven, because his existence will perfect the lives of all of us"

Bilal said and kissed Asthma's face many times.

Asma smiled weakly at Bilal's words and he tried even stronger.

Bilal continues to strengthen Asthma and Asthma continues to struggle between life and death to give birth to her child.

Bilal also endlessly prayed in his heart for the safety of his wife and children.

While in the waiting room, Bi Mina, Umm Mufar and Dini waited with hope of dismay, their faces tensed and they continued to say prayers for Asma and her son. Umm Mufar held Faraz who also looked anxious. The little granddaughter leaned her head against Umm Mufar's chest and held her small arms around Grandma's neck .

"Sir, the baby sister's out, huh?" Ask her.

"A little while, honey. Faraz doain yes, may the baby brother and Ummi be safe and sound" Faraz nodded and he raised both hands.

"Yes Allah. Faz's baby sister, Ummi Faz, saved and was healthy. Aamiin's"

Right after Faraz finished praying, the sound of crying babies from inside made their tense faces instantly pliable and replaced with smiles of happiness and endless gratitude.

"Alhamdulillah, O Allah"

While Bilal was unable to hold back his crying when the doctor gave his red and bloody baby to Bilal. Bilal held the baby with a very careful heart.

Then Bilal proclaimed the Adhan in the ear of the baby and prayed.

"O Allah, make him Your servant who will continue to magnify Your name, walk Your way, and bring Your truth in every step. Make her a cure from all her mother's pain, a sedative and a booster for her father. Make him your servant who will always bring peace and tranquility to anyone who is with him. Make her a godly woman until her death, make her a devoted daughter of her parents, and later, make her a wife and mother who will make her home feel in heaven"

Bilal said the same prayer he prayed when Sarfaraz was born. He prayed that Sarfaraz would become a wise and righteous Imam and leader.

The doctor also involuntarily cried, The doctor was the Doctor who also helped Asthma give birth to her first son.

Sarfaraz Yusuf's.

The doctor could not forget this couple, because before giving birth to Faraz, Bilal asked the doctor so that when the baby was born immediately given to Bilal, Bilal wants the first thing his son hears at birth to the world is the name of his Lord and His greatness, and Bilal will offer a sincere prayer for the life of his son.

That's why when this baby was born, no one said anything until Bilal announced his Adhan.

Asma looked at Bilal and his daughter with a faint smile on her lips.

"Honey, Alhamdulilah, we are blessed with a daughter, beautiful, like you" Bilal said with a big smile.

" Thank God" replied Asma with a voice that was almost inaudible because he was completely exhausted.

"Marya Joseph"

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Faraz couldn't take his eyes off the little baby on his mother's lap. Her lips continued to sing a big smile, and occasionally she brought her face closer to the face of Baby Maryam.

His gaze was full of questioning as if Faraz wanted to see exactly what was on his mother's lap.

"Unyil" said Faraz, who immediately made them all laugh.

"Name Maryam, honey. Not Unyil" said Bilal gently who is currently sitting next to his wife and embracing her.

Bilal endlessly gives a small peck in Asthma's forehead and cheeks, telling her how happy she is at the moment.

"But small, funny. Kayak Unyil" Faraz answered so innocently. He was about to poke Baby Maryam's cheek but Asthma immediately stopped him, what else their daughter had just fallen asleep.

"Don't, Honey. Her baby brother's booby again, later she wakes up"

"You hold it, Ummi. A little bit" whined Faraz with a clear face, but Asma forbid it, making Faraz immediately frown, his nose was already bloated and his eyes were glassy to cry. Seeing that Asma was not hearty.

"Yes already, I can. But slowly yes, do not let Baby Maryam wake up"

Immediately Faraz smiled widely making Asthma can only shake his head.

Faraz touched Baby Maryam's cheek with her fingertips.

"gentle. Like my balls" he said which immediately made them laugh again.

Umm Mufar who saw his grandson was not able to restrain himself, so he also wanted to touch him.

Asma gave her daughter to her grandmother. And it was with great pleasure that Umm Mufar carried her granddaughter.

"God, Son. You are so beautiful, may your heart, and your destiny be as beautiful as your face, may God always have your mercy, may you spread love to whoever you are with"

Umm Mufar kissed Baby Maryam's forehead.

Happiness was evident on their faces with the birth of Bilal and Asma's daughter.

At every birth of his grandchildren, Umm Mufar and Abi Khalil always held a big thanksgiving, even Abi Khalil invited his teacher from mecca to pray for his grandchildren specifically, Abi Khalil said, from the beginning the son of Mukhlis' daughter first, Bilal's son, Hubab's daughter, and now, thanksgiving must return in title to Bilal's daughter and Asma.

The Asma family comes to see their grandchildren, along with the return of Hubab and Lita.

They hope that their children will be able to love each other and take care of each other.

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Jealousy, sadness, anger to hatred will certainly be felt by humans who still have a heart. Especially a woman who in reality has a soft heart.

No matter how great a woman is, how highly educated she is, how knowledgeable she is, nothing can save her from jealousy when her man loves another woman.

In fact, jealousy was also felt by the wife of Prophet Ibrahim, Sayyidah Sarah to Sayyidah Hajar, so that the Prophet had to live separately with his second wife and son.

Noble women like Sayyidah Aisyah can also feel jealous of the first wife of the Prophet who even died, namely Sayyidah Khadijah.

That is the truth of the woman in this world.

However, a woman who can accept another woman for the happiness of her husband, is a strong and hearty woman.

However, do not be too naive to easily accept a word 'polygamy' even though the guarantee is heaven. Because the road to heaven is not as easy as the way home.

There will be so many obstacles that will attack right in the heart, it must be difficult to pass but that does not mean it is impossible to pass.

But if you can be sincere with polygamy, sincere because of God, then God will guide, give way, and God will prepare a paradise that is far more comfortable than his own hometown. With all the beauty that has never even been revealed in the minds of every creature in this world.

Likewise with divorce, it is very easy to pronounce it, especially when the heart is injured, in the household there will indeed be many obstacles, wounds and tears. But it is a true love story.

Divorce is the final solution in a marriage when the relationship is at a point where there is no better path for both.

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Dear Angel of Bilal's paradise

People say I am a complement to Bilal's life. But for me, it was precisely Madam Khadijah who completed my life and Bilal.

People say, I'm Bilal's perfect wife. But for me, uMbak Khadija is much more perfect because I can not be as generous as Mbak who is willing to be in honey for the happiness of the husband.

Back then, when I said I couldn't go with Bilal, Bilal said he'd come with me. But not because I mean more than you, Ma'am.

But because Bilal knows, Mbak is much more sincere with this polygamy. Ma'am was much more patient than me and Mbak was much more able to appreciate the meaning of marriage.

It was easy for me to say the word divorce, because my heart was still so weak in defending my household.

But you, Ma'am.... So much has happened in your marriage, but never once have you said the word divorce to your husband.

How great are you to go through all the trials in your household, how strong are you in maintaining your household even though by enduring the pain in every breath you breathe.

Maud... I'm the one who should be apologizing, because I'm the one who really hurt you.

On the day Bilal felt love for me, on that very day, I was a wound in your heart, I had tears running down your cheeks, I'm a fire that burns your heart with the fire of jealousy, I'm a pain that always makes you sad and weak.

I'm sorry, Ma'am.

And thank you, thank you for the life you gave me.

My existence as Bilal's wife, is nothing but a big symbol of your love for your husband.

And maybe, people think this is the love story of Bilal and his Zahra.

But for me, it's your love story, your endless love story even though you're already there. Because Bilal and Zahra's love story would never have intertwined without your love story.

Greetings full of love, from the symbol of your love for your husband, Asma Azzahra.

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