The Story Of Goddess Anjani
Chapter 30 The Debate
Anjani stood up, walked over to her husband who was looking for her.
"You've come home, sir" said Anjani and shook her husband's hand.
"Anjani, why the hell didn't you give my mother permission to bathe Syifa?" Ask Malik in a slightly high tone.
"Let me be a mas, mother's pity is old," Anjani replied trying to cover up the reality.
"But I want to be closer to Syifa!"
Anjani was silent. He didn't want to fuss over just a trivial thing.
"Yes, so let the mother take care of Syifa,*
Anjani left her husband. He approached Syifa who was sitting on the sofa of the living room.
'O Allah, may the servant be strong, ' Anjani said in his heart.
Finished taking care of her daughter, she started preparing dinner.
Since there was a mother-in-law, Anjani was like a maid in her own home.
Everything he does is always wrong, never right.
From morning till night, there was something he did.
But Anjani willingly undergo patiently.
Anjani goes to the kitchen to cook dinner.
Today's menu, Anjani cook vegetable soup by frying potato parchment.
Finished cooking he went to take a bath and performed the maghrib prayer.
With a bunting stomach, Anjani does homework carefully.
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In the room, Anjani accompanies Syifa to sleep. It's eight o'clock at night.
It's time for Syifa to go to sleep, because it's past night for the little ones.
Syifa had trouble falling asleep in her own room, Anjani left Syifa and closed the door.
Anjani moves into her own room. Malik was lying there.
Anjani approached and she wanted to negotiate with her husband.
"Mas, tomorrow after the delivery of our second child, let me join the program kb huh?" Anjani said a little scared.
"No Anjani, you are not allowed to follow the program, I do not agree" Malik replied.
"But mas.." haven't had time to continue his sentence in the same piece Malik.
"Already, no but-but, I don't want to argue the same problem over and over again!" Cetus Malik's.
What else, Anjani can only obey her husband said.
He can only surrender.
Anjani also began to sleep and will not discuss the problem kb again.
By dawn, Anjani felt his stomach mules, like giving birth.
"Mas, my belly," Anjani whimpers awake her husband.
"Why is it with your stomach Anjani?" Ask Malik.
"It looks like I'm going to give birth to a mas" Anjani replied with a pain in her stomach.
"Let's take you to the clinic" Malik said.
Geck!
Geck!
Geck!
Malik knocked on his mother's bedroom door.
"Mother,"
Fatimah's mom came out and opened the door.
"There's a boy" said Fatimah.
"It looks like Anjani wants ma'am's birth, I'll take her to the clinic,"
"Cornies? It's only been seven months,"
"Yes ma'am, he said his stomach hurt, like giving birth," Malik replied.
"Yes you have gone there to the clinic, let Syifa at home with the mother" Fatimah said to Malik.
Malik and Anjani take a motorbike to the nearest clinic.
Until there Anjani directly handled the nurse and midwife.
"Please ma'am, my wife seems to have given birth" Malik told the nurse.
"Father wait outside yes, let us handle first," said the nurse.
Malik waited in front of the room. This time he did not contact anyone.
Malik's vegetables heard the morning prayer.
He went to the musholah which was in the clinic.
Because he was waiting for his wife to give birth, Malik tried to walk quickly.
While waiting for the priest to come, he always prayed that his son and wife be given salvation in the process of giving birth.
A few hours later...
Malik was in front of Anjani's maternity room.
It had been two hours Malik was waiting there, suddenly the sound of a baby crying.
He immediately raised his hand and thanked the creator.
After a few minutes, the nurse came out and told her that her son was a boy.
"Alhamdulillah sir, wife and father survived,"
"Allah is God,"
Malik continued to give thanks non-stop.
The Malik house...
His mother and eldest son, Syifa.
They were at home as long as Malik accompanied his wife to give birth.
Syifa who woke up crying Karen did not see the mother.
"Cup cup cup, Syifa, your mother and father will be home soon," persuaded his grandmother.
Instead of being silent, she was crying more and more.
"Syifa, you can be quiet no matter what!" Her grandmother was impatient.
Syifa was silent for a moment after being snapped by her grandmother.
"Wicked granny!" Say it while you are still pleased.
Fatimah's mother ignored him, she was forced to cook because she was hungry.
Anjani is still at the clinic not back yet.
Malik was also there to accompany his wife.
"Basar Women work just give birth, bikin bother my child," mother Fatimah nagged herself in the kitchen.
It was one hour, Malik and Anjani had gone home while holding his son.
"Assalamualaikum,ibu, Syifa," Malik's voice rang out from outside the house.
"Waalaikumsalam,Malik, have you returned?" Greet the mother to her child.
"Mother, father," Syifa ran over to Malik and hugged Anjani.
Anjani smiled at Syifa. Malik then carried his eldest son.
"Who's this, ma'am?" Ask Syifa plain.
"This is Syifa's sister, isn't it?" Anjani answered, drawing closer to Syifa.
His name was also a small child, he was so excited to hear that he had a younger brother.
"Let's go in first, the room has been cleaned," Fatimah said to Anjani and Malik.
The three of them walked towards the room they were referring to.
"Malik, you must be hungry, eat there first, your mother has cooked at the dinner table" the mother told Malik.
"Malik wants to take a shower, ma'am, please,"
Malik went and went to the bathroom about to clean himself because from the morning he had not taken a shower.
Anjani puts her son on the bed and Syifa tries to get on the bed to look at her sister.
Ms. Fatimah had also left Anjani alone in her room.
"Syifa, have you eaten yet son?" Anjani asked her son who was holding her brother's hand.
She shook her head, "yet, Syifa is hungry ma'am, Syifa's grandmother is angry," she said.
The deg!
Anjani's heart ached hearing the words of her son.
He never even yelled at his son, until his grandmother's heart scolded his young grandson.
"Syifa, here, sit here" said Anjani, telling her son to approach and sit next to her.
He complied and sat down beside his mother.
Anjani stroked his son's head, lovingly.
"Why hasn't Syifa eaten yet?" Anjani asked her son.
"Syifa cry, granny is angry, Syifa is hungry" he said innocently.
"Now Syifa is still hungry?" Ask Anjani. And Syifa just nodded slowly.
Anjani stroked her son gently.
Tears dripped without asking.
Oh Allah...
Save and strengthen us.
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