USTADZ
90. Birth Signs

As Syahla and Ustadz Amar got out of the car they were riding in, a man sprinted towards them with a panicked face.

"Astaghfiullah! Amar! How long it came. This has been awaited by the guests since!" babble the man. Shahla looked at the man closely. She scrunched her forehead because she felt familiar with the man who was scolding her husband.

"Yasir's Ustadz?"

The man turned towards Shahla. His forehead seemed to shrivel for a moment before then his eyes widened after realizing something.

"Loh, is Syahla?" Ustadz Yasir pointed his index finger right at Syahla's face, making Ustadz Amar immediately grab the man's finger and lower it roughly.

"It's not polite to point out people's wives,"

"Hehehe, sorry Mar, I was too happy to see an old friend. Hello Syahla, how are you? Well, you make pangling huh? It has not been a year to find the power of your body more—hmph!" Ustadz Amar hastily smothered Ustadz Yasir's mouth before his best friend finished his speech.

"Just talk about you Yasir. You want a third World War here?" whisper Ustadz Amar gave a warning. Hearing Ustadz Amar's words, Ustadz Yasir nodded his head and realized his mistake. He almost made a big disaster because he talked about weight in front of women.

"Kok Ustadz Yasir can be here?" Fortunately, it seems that the mood of Syahla is not bad, so the words of Ustadz Yasir just now can change quickly.

"Oh, I've never told you that. Yasir is one of the investors in our foundation. Actually the idea of the foundation is also derived from Yasir. It's just that he's doing a lot of work in Al-Raudhah, so he didn't have time to help me in the construction of the foundation." .

"Oh so.." Syahla smiles sumringah. Their talks then had to stop because the committee who helped the event was told that the event would start soon. Syahla, Ustadz Amar and Ustadz Yasir rushed to where they had been provided.

The opening event of the foundation began with the delivery of the vision of the mission of the foundation delivered by Ustadz Amar and the team. Then the event continued with a lecture from a young ustadz who is quite famous, after that sang sholawat songs together with a band that is quite famous. Ustadz Amar indeed hopes this event can attract interest from millennials who want to study religion without losing their modern soul.

At the end of the event, Ustadz Amar along with the important parties did a ribbon cutting as a symbol of the opening of the foundation, which was named Al-Ma'arif Islamic School. Al-Ma'arif itself means knowledge, and it is hoped that the foundation can become a field of science for students who come there.

Shahla clapped her hands proudly to see the husband who was in front of her with important people. In addition to the local officials, Ustadz Amar also invited several kyai, including Abah Ridwan, founder of Ponpes Al-Raudhah where they went to first.

"Congratulations Le" Abah Ridwan shook Ustadz Amar's hand proudly. "That prayer will hopefully this foundation can develop rapidly, and can become the center of modern Islamic foundations in Indonesia."

"Aamiin, O God.. Thank you for Abah's prayer" Ustadz Amar kissed the kyai's hand with reverence. Syahla also kissed the hand of her mother Siti who was also present accompanying Abah Ridwan.

"Oh yes, all of you here, Abah would like to invite you to come to Ahmad's wedding. It's still a while, maybe in about five months. But Abah wants to make sure you two clear the schedule for the day's events." Ahmad was the first son of Abah Ridwan.

"MashaAllah.. Did Gus Ahmad get married? Is his education in Turkey over?"

"Yes Mar.. You know, after Ahmad said that, we and our family went straight to Turkey to visit his future wife Ahmad. Well, Umi still remember that time Abah's suitcase was left behind in the house so hurriedly," Nyai Siti's mother told me very expressively, making Syahla can know how the mood of the day.

"Oh yeah, if Shahla, how many months is it? HPL when? Have you checked yet the gender? Want to give birth here or in Darul Quran?"

Syahla wavering because getting questions from Nyai Siti's mother who bertubi. "Cats, Umi.. My gestational age is now eight months, the sex is male, the estimated birth is about one month away. The plan is I want to give birth in Jakarta alone Mi,"

"Oh, so anyway. Alhamdulillahot.. Umi can't wait to see Amar junior. Loh, how do Umi keep with Abahmu? They've come here to accompany you?"

"God willing comes two weeks before the birth of Umi,"

"Oh so.. Yasudah, be well Nduk.. Oh, Umi forgot. Umi will also bring souvenirs for you. Just a second, let Umi get it in the car first,"

"Yes Alloh Umi, bother everything. Umi just as Abah was here we were happy,"

"Yes can't be so to Mar, we also want to welcome the birth of our future grandchildren. Later Mar, if your child is born, tell Abah to call Umi using Kakung and Uti only yes.."

Ustadz Amar smiled widely. "I will remember Bah," Ustadz Amar then turned his gaze to Shahla and stroked the wife's stomach gently. "Alhamdulillah.. We've had a lot of love.."

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After the event, Syahla and Ustadz Amar rushed back to the apartment because they were tired. Especially Syahla. He felt his stomach was heartburn, when he did not seem to have eaten too much earlier. As their car was about to enter the courtyard of the apartment building, Syahla felt a liquid running down her leg.

"Mas, Mas, stop first Mas," Syahla patted the husband on the shoulder. "What water is it? How do they flow so much? Am I wetting?"

Ustadz Amar looked in the direction that Shahla pointed at and looked up at the yellowish clear liquid flowing at the wife's feet.

"MasyaAllah! Don't be this amniotic baby! We're going straight to the hospital!"

"But I'm eight months old!"

"Mas doesn't know either, honey, it's important we go to the hospital first!"

Ustadz Amar then stepped on the accelerator, making their car immediately slide back onto the highway, rushing towards the hospital.