Rahman Bin Rahimah
Little angel.

PoV Rahimah's.

Not like days change, weeks change. Since I married Mas Abdar, I feel so lucky every day. Happiness kept coming and greeting me. It was as if I had replaced all the suffering I had been through.

It never occurred to me that I would feel happiness many times over like this before. Back then, when I lost my mother when I was pregnant with my sister. My life seemed to be shattered without a trace and left a deep wound. The fear that no mother would accompany my days made me depressed.

However, I forgot, that there will always be a father who accompanies me in the difficult times even the worst. Slowly I began to recover from the mental pressure that had been shackling. Of course, all of that cannot be separated from the people around me.

However, it seems that it is not enough to get there my suffering. When I started going back to school, almost everyone was bullying me. Worse Bakhan, locked me in the barn. Fortunately, I have some friends who are always ready to put up if I am in trouble.

Again, for the umpteenth time. When I was growing up, I thought all this was over from the suffering that came. I was again faced with a deepening depression when I met someone. Took a scar that broke, destroyed the future, and left something that I had lost.

However, the father reawakened hope and made me breastfed, to always love, protect and give love.

His departure was also very painful. Half my soul I think almost floated when I remembered my time with my father, but the lifeless body I got. There are so many memories of my every move with him, especially the times when my father helped me educate Rahman. However, this time I could think more calmly, there was my son to think about.

How will my son grow up if I can't control his grief? How would my son feel if he knew his mother did that? It is too dear to let go of this happiness for an endless sadness.

I decided to be stronger and stronger despite the pain, because I know .. I'm not the only one who lost. My son must have felt what I felt right now.

My encounter with Mas Abdar had shocked me and scared me, but also doubted that he was the father of my son. Honestly, I almost forgot what the guy looked like. Just imagine, my meeting with him was ten years ago, back in the trash I just met him once again. However, his face was a little similar to my son's. I also don't know if the man in my past remembers me or not.

And everything was instantly clear when Mas Abdar came to me. Without hesitation he apologized directly about the events of ten years ago. No doubt indeed, I was disappointed and afraid of him.

However, I tried to cloud that feeling all the way by forgiving him. Not because he was destined to be with her? Every day I was always around him, until the events that I was very afraid of happened to Rahman also Intan, Mas Abdar's nephew. And that further strained our relationship unconsciously. Even though I almost married another man and there was a little drama at the time of marriage, but apparently God did not allow me to marry another man.

Evidently the day I was going to marry someone, the disaster even came to stop the event. Plus, it turns out that my future mother-in-law doesn't like me when I'm telling the truth about my past.

After the relationship we could forgive each other and Rahman also already knew that Mas Abdar his father, suddenly he challenged to marry me. It was still clearly recorded when my future husband released me, because of a votive. And it was at that time that Mas Abdar conveyed his intention to marry me.

And now that it's all come true, Mas Abdar actually married me and became the father of my son. Now that I'm so happy, do you know that Mas Abdar is a thief. Which means, he loves me.

"Mas, emm .. take a look at this!" I handed a small, long, thin object to Mas Abdar, when he had just returned from the mosque after the congregational dawn prayer.

"What?" mas Abdar asked, not clutching his hand to take over the small object. Objects that are usually used by women to ascertain whether there is life in the stomach.

Yeah, I handed him the peck test kit after I used it in the bathroom when Mas Abdar left. At first, I didn't think about using this tool. However, the advice of my friends when we gathered to buy it, made my determination sure.

"Honey," I heard a surprised screech as Mas Abdar examined it for a few seconds.

Now his eyes looked at me in disbelief, which made my head unhesitatingly justify. A smile of happiness as well as sparkling eyes instantly appeared on the surface of my husband's handsome face, and of course it was immediately transmitted to me.

Without warning, Mas Abdar hugged me and was crossed by an old lance on my forehead. "Thank you, baby," I greeted her with a joyful embrace and I replied to her loving words. "Together, Mas. Thanks to you too."

"I will always be there for you, and always be ready if you need anything! I will renew you and pay for all the time I lost while you were pregnant with Rahman. I'll make sure, if I'm always involved in his development," Mas Abdar's embrace tightened, but felt comfortable.

"Come, let's tell Rahman!" Mas Abdar embraced me and was a little interesting to go along.

"What Rahman, won't be angry, Mas?" I was scared when I closed the door.

"No, Rahman would be happy" said Mas Abdar again walking with me who automatically followed him.

I was standing in front of Rahman's room when Mas Abdar knocked on his door.

"Yes Ma, Dad, what's wrong?" asked my son, glancing at the two of us in turn.

"Not told to go in first?" reply Mas Abdar asked, and of course Rahman immediately pulled over with the door being opened wide.

"Rahman, we have good news for you" Mas Abdar said, taking me to the edge of the bed.

Rahman was silent for a moment before finally asking while looking at me. "What is that, huh?"

Mas Abdar and I looked at each other, then looked back at Rahman who was waiting for the statement we were going to make.

"You'll soon have a sister!" mas Abdar replied, and I focused on paying attention to Rahman's reaction.

There was no response from Rahman for a few seconds, and it scared me. Unknowingly, I clasped Mas Abdar's hand tightly, which I had realized earlier.

"Rahman," I called in doubt.

"So you're gonna have another kid?" prune Rahman.

I could not answer, Mas Abdar who represented me with me nodded slowly.

"Yes Rahman, you'll have a sister."

I still see how my son's face is. However, there was no change, Rahman remained calm when he asked again.

"Will Mama's belly be as big as Aunt Aya's?"

"Yes, your mother's stomach will be like Aya's aunt."

So, Rahman's really gonna have a sister?"

"Yes, of course. You'll have a sister" I saw slowly Rahman smiling broadly at Mas Abdar's reply.

Rahman hugged me. "Will sister be a boy or a girl, Ma?" asked Rahman still hugging me..

I smiled at Rahman's carefree question, and I answered him and said, "Not yet, dear. Later, if you have grown up like aunty Aya .. can only be checked with a doctor," I smiled back while looking at my husband.

Mas Abdar hugged us in a whisper. "I told you, Rahman would be happy."

My smile grew wider and hugged my beloved son. Ah, how happy. Like I said. Since marrying Mas Abdar, my happiness has multiplied many times. It cannot even be described with words.

...🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹...

Povs. Abdar.

I had just come home from work, when my lovely beloved wife asked me to buy a chocolate fur cake around my office. Know what's on my mind? Yeah, correct. My brain wonders, why didn't he just call since I didn't leave the office?

But of course it's only in my mind. Not that I'm afraid of him, is it. I just don't want to ruin his mood. Ever since we learned of her pregnancy, my wife was so sensitive.

Once upon a time when I forgot to just say hello at lunchtime, and you know what I got after work?

Faces that are usually always cheerful and flushed when I kiss, or when I compliment them, or when we just look at each other. But at that time, everyone was clinging somewhere? And what I saw was a face that was judes and flat.

I was invisible to him, even standing in front of him. He also silenced me even though I asked him to speak. His eyes refused to look me in the eye, every time I looked for a gap for him to see me. I am a visible akstral makhaluk.

And it was my toughest fight to shoot the cherry as well as the red spray on her cheek. Every minute, I would take the time to send him a message with the expression of feelings of love, even though I did not get a reply. But I know, every time he reads my message. I don't know how many days he's been silencing me, but slowly the brilliance appears. And don't forget the red cheeks. Aaaahh.

"Begging Mr. Tomo, who boughtin" I proposed weakly.

Mr. Tomo is the driver I hired a few days ago to replace me and buy my wife what she needed while I was in the office. I also hired his wife to ease the housework, Imah.

Immediately I said yes, when his face was almost pouting. Turns out my strategy was wrong, I thought asking Mr. Tomo for help would not change his mood, but it turned out to be the same.

Finally with a shunt step I returned out of the house after putting my work bag on the table. It was fortunate that the sponge cake shop was open until ten in the evening, so when I arrived near nine in the evening, it was still open.

I rubbed my chest in relief when the sponge cake that I asked for was already in my grasp.

"Makasi ya, Mas," how I'm not willing to sacrifice to see my wife's cheerful face today.

"Sama-sama, Mas want to pray first." there is a profit as well, I always take a shower first in the office before going home. It's nothing, I just don't want to bring germs in the office to my house. And it turns out that it also catches me.

...🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹...

Say hello to the week, greet the month and the moon say hello to the specified time.

I had just had a beautiful dream, when faintly there was a melodious voice that washed away my dreams.

"Mas, get up," I felt a hand shake my upper arm.

"Hhmmm," I said lazily.

"Mas, let's get up!"

"Why? Would her waist be rubbed again? Here!" I asked while with eyes closed and felt his back.

For a few days he complained of a backache in the middle of the night and woke me up to rub his waist.

"Come on!" I felt like he was in a sitting position.

"I'm not, my mom. I'm giving birth."

"Ooh, yeah. Just cleanse!" I said unconsciously, the next second I sat down with my eyes wide.

"Well, you mean, she's out?" I was surprised to be mixed with worry.

"Udah deh Mas, do not need to be explained. Mending the hunt, ask Mr. Tomo to prepare the car."

With a thousand steps, I went to Mr. Tomo's room.

"Sir, get the car! Want to give birth. Don't forget, say the same Bik Acil. Later tell Rahman, if we go to the hospital," I cried quickly when the door was opened by Mr. Tomo.

I went straight back to the room regardless of Mr. Tomo's answer.

"Honey," I immediately helped Imah, whose face looked pale with sweat framing her forehead.

"Bas, Mas," He reminded me before leaving the room in a maternity wardrobe bag, which he had prepared in advance.

"Slow down," I hugged her tightly as I headed for the main door.

I saw Mr. Tomo sitting behind the wheel, Bik Acil also drove us to the car. "Bik, call Maryam yes" I said before I finally closed the car door.

In the car, I kept calm. Not like me who was obviously very worried. Maybe it was because of this the birth of the second child, so he could be that calm. At once he only grimaced like he was enduring pain, squeezing my hand firmly. Even I felt my hands numb because they were squeezed hard every time his face turned painful.

"Is it really painful?" I'm really worried.

I saw that I was only bowing faintly, I didn't want to make it any more uncomfortable. So, with my other hand, I helped rub his aching back these few days.

Arriving at the hospital, Imah was immediately taken to the action room. Of course with me who is always loyal beside him.

I remained faithfully standing on the edge of the patient's bed with our interlocking hands, when a virgin did a check.

"Says it's opening ten huh, ma'am. Means Mama Imah has long felt the pain huh? Plus, this is the second birth. Which is indeed the opening process faster than the first child."

I just silently listened to the explanation of the woman doctor who was putting on her gloves after getting a report from the nurse who had examined Imah.

"Well, we're starting, ma'am. Don't tense up, love his wife's spirit."

I gulped, how could I not be tense. When I saw the doctor take a pair of scissors. I looked at the pale face of Imah accompanied by a face of pain, who had not complained at all.

I think there will be drama when she gives birth. Like yelling and screaming in pain, or grabbing my hair, and clawing my hands. But apparently, it doesn't exist. He just kept quiet while holding my hand getting louder than before. I hear once in a while he's being privileged.

I tried not to strain, distracting myself from the doctor who helped me with my son's birth. I whisper words of love and passion to my great wife.

"You can do it, I love you baby" I whispered.

And everything just goes, until finally the sound of a baby crying. Suddenly my throat hurt until it evaporated into a tear that was ready to slide.

"Thank you, wife. You're great and strong, I love you" I pecked his forehead with my tears falling.

"Well, congratulations sir, his daughter's daughter. Let's put it on top of his mom." The doctor put our little daughter on top of Imah in a prone position.

"Doctor, can I borrow the phone? I forgot to bring my phone," of course I'd love it if this moment wasn't immortalized.

"Just a second!" The doctor pulled out his phone and handed it to me.

I also took pictures of Imah and my baby, I also took pictures with them. After taking a picture, our daughter was cleaned by a nurse.

I looked back at my tired face, she smiled at me who I immediately returned with a happy smile.

"Racid?" my whiskey.

"Yes Mas" he replied weakly, and I couldn't bear to not shower him with a kiss.

"It's Sir." The nurse came to give up the beautiful and gentle baby.

I have a full day's welcome and a joy, "Look Honey! She's beautiful like you." I brought my daughter to Imah so she could catch her.

"What's his name, Mas?"

"Almeera Shirly" Alnaira"

..."EXPIRE."...

Thank you to all of you who are still waiting for this chapter. Sorry if you could hang, because of the busyness in the real world. And today I finished it. I apologize once again, if my writing is still disheveled and not pleasant to read. 🙏😅

Hope my next post is better. If there is a well in the field. Can we take a shower. If there is a long life. Can we meet again. 🙏😁

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