Solihah Women the Love of the Heart
ep 51 - Hafidzah gives birth

I saw the dawn of the Adhan echoing in the earthly space, awakening all those who were in the dream world, with its silent melodic voice at every hour before the five prayers. I am used to waking up at dawn because it has been accustomed from since childhood so as not to miss dawn prayers.

That morning a gust of wind hit the trees that stood firm still asleep in dhikr. I set foot to the school where I taught, the place where the ikhlasan was tested, I set foot to the school where I taught, a place where I share the knowledge I have gained into benefits for my students. I prepared all the teaching needs because there was an exam test event at the school where I taught.

Upon arrival at school I went straight into the classroom to start the test.

In the classroom all the students were waiting for me who was called Miss Raisa. They are accustomed before starting the lesson to get used to performing the duha prayer and muroja’ah first because it has become the flagship program at this school.

After performing the prayer duha and murojaah then the students start the test because today is the day of the first day of the daily exam. Learning today is quite fun with the help of tools to become students understand what I say.

”Good children test Bahasa Indonesia today is done, see you at a later time, yes?!” I say to the students.

”Iya, Mom!” answer the students simultaneously.

Just now I started to step my feet out of the classroom, suddenly my steps were stopped by a headmaster named Mr. Suprapto.

Suprapto Wijaya who is often called Mr. Suprapto is a schoolmaster at my place of teaching, with a beautiful face even though he is elderly, has a height of 165 cm, her hair curls her appearance. Mr. Suprapto has a soft, assertive, and authoritative personality that makes all teachers and students reluctant to him.

“Raisa!” call Mr. Suprapto in a rather loud voice.

“Iya, Sir,” reply me politely.

“One more month the city of Bandung held a competition Hafidz Al-Qur’an race. Since you are a teacher with memorization has reached 30 juz, I will register you for the competition!” said Mr. Suprapto.

“Alhamdulillah then, if you trust me, then I accept the offer of Mr...” reply me vigorously.

“Of course I read the same to you, in view of your ability to read the Qur’an which makes me confident that you can!”

“Trank you sir, have given me confidence. Then excuse me!”

“Please!”

After teaching, Delia invited me to spread the invitation to all my school friends. Delia and I went to the house of our closest friends first so there was one more invitation for Morgan.

“Del, you are the one who gave an invitation to Morgan! I'll wait outside.”.

“Come gapapa!” Delia persuaded.

“What do you mean, Ca? You can't show Morgan that you're still thinking about it! You must look strong if indeed you no longer care about him,” Delia's advice while stepping towards the door of Morgan's house.

”Ta... But Del..” my eyes also glared in fear, my knees as if I wanted to run as far as possible.

“Come! What the hell are you afraid of? You still hope to Morgan?”

“Yes not so Del, I just gerogi aja!”

Tok…

Delia knocked on Morgan's door three times. Delia did not knock on the door yet, Morgan opened the door first. My heart was pounding more and more, my eyes did not dare to look at it.

Morgan wore a light blue t-shirt wearing matching colored sports pants with his shirt making a simple appearance that makes it look charming.

“Gan, here I want to give you an invitation, come yes!” delia said to Morgan while offering Morgan an invitation.

“Oh yes, congratulations yes!”

Me with Morgan did not greet each other, not a word came out of his mouth to greet him. It seems that I'm with Morgan like a stranger who doesn't recognize each other.

***

As time went on Hafidzah felt pain in his stomach, a pain he had never felt before.

“Asttagfirullahaldzim is very sick stomach..” Hafidzah is very grim with pain. He was confused as to what to do while Joseph was not yet home from work.

Tut…

Hafidzah did not manage to contact Joseph because Joseph was busy meeting in his office, then without thinking long Hafidzah called me.

Hafidzah : “Halo Mbak, Assalamallaikum..”.

Raisa : “Waalaikumsalam,” reply.

Hafidzah : “Mbak help me!”

Raisa : “Please what Dzah? You're kenepa?”

Hafidzah : “My stomach hurts so much, it looks like I want to give birth!” Hafidzh started screaming.

Raisa : “Oke, where are you now?"

Hafidzah : “Let me SMS the address..”.

Raisa : “Oke,”

Arriving at the hospital Hafidzah directly input into the delivery room. Her lips were pale, her eyes were as moist as they endured the pain she felt.

When in the delivery room Hafidzah lay on the bed. He was unceasingly impulsively holding a prayer beads in his hand.

“Mbak Caca, I'm asking for help ya!” said Hafidzah with a soft word.

“Ask what please Hafidzah?” I asked while holding his left hand.

“Please contact A Yusuf continuously until he comes to the hospital! I want her to be beside me when I give birth.” Hafidzah requests while continuing to think.

“Iya Hafidzah,”

After that I immediately contacted Yusuf's number continuously at Hafidzah's request. I don't really want to have any more contact with the man named Joseph who hurt me. But whatever power I have to obey Hafidzah's very good request to me.

Raisa : “Halo,”

Joseph : “Assalamallaikum, Raisa.

Raisa : “Waalaikumsalam, finally you pick up my phone too!” with a loud voice.

Yusuf : “Tumben you called me, miss ya?”

Raisa : “Eh no such thoughts!”

Yusuf : “Terus what donk?”

Raisa : “Your wife gave birth, Let's go to the hospital immediately

Hafidzah wished Joseph was beside her as she struggled to endure the pain of giving birth. Holding his hand, rubbing his sweat and encouraging him to have his pain reduced even by 1%. But it didn't happen. Joseph was late in doing all this to Hafidzah. The baby in Hafidzah's birth had been born, his tears streaming down his cheeks seeing the first cry of his child.

“Where are you A? Where's the promise you'll be with me when I struggle to endure the pain of getting our baby out?” he was full of question marks.

Thirty minutes later Joseph arrived at the hospital. Joseph immediately approached me who was waiting in the front seat of the delivery room.

“How is Hafidzah,Ca?” joseph asked with a word.

“Good, birth smoothly..” reply.

“Passionate love..” Yusuf cuddled me.

“He what the hell? Remember it! We are no longer muhrim, understand!”