SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
Arfan
...Part 51's...
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“Assalamualaikum..” Ningsih pushed the white door and clasped Gema's hand inside.
“Waalaikumsalam Bu..” Zain stood up and hugged his mother.
“Congratulations yes dear, you are already a Father now.” Ningsih replied tightly to his son's mere arms and patted his back.
“Iya Ma'am, Zain is already a Dad now, don't expect.”
Ningsih let go of hugs, “So a good dad huh son.”
Zain nodded, “Iya Bu.”
Ningsih approached and rubbed her daughter-in-law's cheeks, “Daughter Mom is a strong woman, wake up soon dear.”
He turned to the baby basket not far from Zareen's gurney, his eyes twinkling as he watched his slumbering grandson in the warmth of his bed.
“Masyaallah granddaughter of grandmother.”.
Ningsih took the little baby and petted him, he swung cradled and kissed the still flushed cheek. “Gema see here son.” Ningsih lowered her head to align herself making it easier for Echoes to see. Echoes hesitantly touching the tip of his index finger to the cheek of his brother's son. He smiled as the baby boy squirmed and squirmed a little.
“Constrict Om pondering?”.
Ningsih and Zain laughed at Gema's shocked expression as she called Om.
“Small-small scheme cook on call Oom.”
”Ha ha yes Echoes called Om, Small oom. There are already his foots”. It was clearly Ningsih who answered the Echoes confusion. Zain only smiled looking at the confused face of his sister-in-law who was no less handsome than him. Lama Ningsih and Gema are there, a comfortable baby boy sleeping in his grandmother's arms, and Gema who continues to play his brother's fingers, not moving from Zareen's gurney. Until the night gets late, the two return home escorted by Reza, considering that Gema tomorrow must go to school. Only Zain looked after two people he loved.
In the middle of the night, Zain woke up. He stretched his neck stiff from sleeping while sitting next to his wife's gurney. He glanced at the clock and went to the bathroom to take wudhu’, held a prayer mat and worked on two raka’at tahajjudnya. After saying his salutation he recited, repeating it thirty-three times, praising the God of his Lord for all his power. With solemn’ and calm night Zain closed his eyes while continuing to repeat the sentence dzikrullah, until the voice of the wife softly sounded surprising him. Zain cupped his hands to his face and stood rushing towards Zareen's gurney.
“Mas..”.
“Iya dear, this is Mas.”
He gave thanks and showered the still pale face with a kiss. “Alhamdulillah Iza is aware dear.” With eyes that my dear Zareen smiled back at her husband. “Iza feel pain, or anything uncomfortable dear?”. Zain pressed the small button next to Zareen's gurney, and it wasn't long before Doctor Mira came in with the nurse who followed him. “Alhamdulillah Mbak is aware.” Doctor Mira checked thoroughly the state of Zareen, “Maybe after this Mbak will feel a little discomfort because his anesthesia is up, Mbak should be strong yes. We will give medicine for his recovery and it will help reduce his pain”. Doctor Mira gives Zareen some mineral water, with Zain helping to prop up his wife's back to make it easier to drink.
After his thirst was gone, Zareen grimaced a little, turning his gaze toward the baby basket next to him, his eyes sparkling as he faintly saw a little baby boy lying there. “Mas, our son Mas.”
“Iya darling”. Zain rose up and lifted up his son in his sleep, slowly bringing their son to his wife. With eyes that condense Zareen receives and holds warmly his baby who began to sob small disturbed because of his movement.
“Smart yes, immediately cry so close to the Mother, from earlier whereas adem-adem aja.”
Doctor Mira laughed mocking the creature who did not know anything about this, he mucked the soft cheek, “Ya already, now mimic as much as possible.” He smiled and went out to let Zareen give his son affection.
Zareen seemed to forget the pain a few hours ago, when he saw the little creature in his arms at this time. The happiness of those who were born.
“Sayang Bunda.”
Zain smiled when he saw the interaction of his wife with his son, he rubbed the head of Zareen, “Arfan Alamsyah Malik Fahad, a manly and authoritative man, and he was very happy, who has the strength and determination to always guard themselves with courage like a Tiger to always be on the right path, which diridhoi godnya”.
The next day Ningsih came back, “Assalamualaikum..”.
“Waalaikumsalam Mother.”.
The two minors answered, Zain moved on and let his mother and Gema sit closer to see his son-in-law and brother.
“Sayang..”. Ningsih hugged Zareen who could sit with Zain. Both of them let go of longing with happiness. Ningsih rubbed his daughter-in-law's cheeks with love, “Congratulations ya dear, Iza already so Mother.”
“Iya Bu, guide Iza ya Bu, in order to be an amazing Mom like Ibu.”
“He he ready darling”.
Ningsih rubbed Zareen's head, and she turned to her granddaughter who was asleep in the baby basket.
“Masyaallah handsome granddaughter grandma, ish gemes bangeh anyway.”
The sleeping Arfan only squirmed lightly as he moved into his grandmother's wrinkled hands. “Hey really do not wake up anyway, do not want to see the same grandmother Om Gema this?”.
“Om here see the bangs.”
Echoes sitting next to his brother nodded and sighed closer to Ningsih, Ningsih lowered his head to align his height with Gema, making it easier for the young uncle to see his first bang.
“Canty yes you.” The echoes muffled Arfan's cheeks, probably because the droplets were a little strong to make Arfan wake up and cry.
“Sister, I'm fine lo.” The echoes instantly retreated once Arfan cried out with his shrill cry.
“Hayooo Echoes apan son brother?”
Everyone laughed again when Gema showed her panicked face, “Nothing Kok Om, ponakan Om just thirsty tu.” Zareen calmed his scene and immediately gave breast milk to Arfan.
Lama Ningish and Gema there, discussing everything with great joy over the presence of Arfan, until the night returned Ningsih and Echoes goodbye to go home.
Zain moves a fast-asleep Arfan into the baby basket. Then he switched to Zareen, “Dad same Ibuk leave at what time Mas.?
“Beok morning at eight o'clock.”
Zareen sighed, and Zain was able to understand the feelings of his lover at this time, who was so eager for his Father and Mother to be present as she struggled to bear her son earlier. “This thing is out of our control is dear, Arfan was born one week faster than expected.”
“Iya Mas..”
“But trust me Iza if do’a Father and Ibuk get to Allah until all of God gives ease, Iza and Arfan healthy everything.”
“Iya Mas, do’a do not need the same space yes Mas, from Padangpun do’a Father and Ibuk the goal remains one, namely knocking arsy Allah.”
“Well yes so deck, who is patient yes, tomorrow we will meet with Father and Mother.”
Zain rubbed his smiling wife's head in agreement, taking a tray of food and feeding her son Arfan's mother with affection.
TO BE CONTINUE
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