
"Umi, Darling .. let's get up, the show is about to start." Zidan shook slowly Adel's body that fell asleep on his mattress even though his appearance was very neat.
Zidan thought it might be true that Adel fell asleep while guarding Zafran earlier.
Adel wriggled and started working on her watery eyes.
"Loh, Honey? Crying umi?" zidan asked as he wiped the tears that had soaked Adel's cheeks.
Adel touched his cheek and right, the warm water melt from his eyes felt so real.
"So, Umi had a dream to meet Mama, Bi. And Mama .. apologize to Umi for ...."
Adel hung his sentence, between hesitation and hesitation to tell Zidan about Bu Sita's statement in his dream that felt very real.
"What, Mi? How did the story end? Abi was curious about this." Zidan waited for Adel's story with his face bent because Adel was now daydreaming.
"Ah, no .. No, Bi. Mama just ... Mama just said thank you for praying, now Mama can calm down he said. Mama misses she said to Abi and all of us." Adel chose to cover everything.
Although his heart ached to hear Bu Sita's confession, but it felt inappropriate to bring up what had happened and was already done by the late. The most important thing now is that there is an apology spoken so there is no need to extend the problem again.
Zidan looked smiling sweetly. "Ah, so. Surely Mama is now happier because you are always diligent in sending prayers to him. May he be able to rest there and be placed in a beautiful place."
Adel nodded.
"Yes already, now we're down huh. The teaching event is about to start, we both pray for Mama to be more calm there ya."
Zidan led Adel down from the bed and together they went to the place that had been prepared for the event.
Zidan brought Adel sitting next to him, on the other side it seemed Nisa was already sitting while holding Zafran. At first glance, Nisa throws a cynical look at Adel, although Adel himself is not so sure.
The event began, solemnly all guests and hosts read Yasin, and prayers to pray for the departure of the late Bu Sita. Continued with a special prayer from Ustadz Yusuf and also his tausiya that is so memorable in the heart. The theme of Tausiyah is 'ikhlas'.
Adel to the point of tears heard the words for the words of Ustadz Yusuf who so touched in his heart, all that was tausiyyahkan as if looking at the life of Adel who was in the storm again. According to the theme, Adel slowly tried sincerely, releasing everything that was not destined for him. Trying to make up for everything she had lost, and with a smile she held her stomach no longer expected too much from there. Let nature work according to her duties, Adel took a breath and exhaled slowly, trying sincerely like he did not expect the breath to go back into his lungs.
"Thank you for your honesty, hopefully after this Mama can be calmer yes, Ma. Adel's been trying to be sincere and Adel's forgiving Mama." Adel's tears trickled as he sincerely forgave Ms. Sita consciously.
Hopefully after this there will be no more torment in the late mother-in-law's house, as he had seen in his dream when Bu Sita was forced to lift a large rock by a strange creature that he adored.
Nauzubillahiminallik.
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Days change, as soon as ordinary days continue to pass, leaving a trail of the past that can never be changed.
Adel was teaching that afternoon, when accidentally his ears heard again the sound of Zafran screams like the other day when he was doing a lecture at his home.
Shortly after, the sound of crying stopped. It seemed Nisa had already managed to calm Zafran down by herself. Though previously he would always look for Adel when Zafran difficult to silence. But before long, there were hurried footsteps running from the top floor to the bottom.
"Adel! Adel!" exclaimed Bu Sekar with an anxious face.
Adel turned his head and was surprised when he saw the pale face of Bu Sekar.
"What's up, Mom? Why are you so scared?" cecar Adel panicked.
Bu Sekar pointed upwards with a loud breath.
"Please .. please Zafran."
Adel gushed open the face he was wearing and ran towards the top floor. There, Nisa was fondling Zafran who seemed to droop soundlessly.
"Sir, please Zafran Mbak." Isak Nisa.
Adel takes over Zafran from Nisa's sling, the baby complies with her eyes closed tight. His body felt extremely limp, I don't know what happened to him before this.
"Oh Allah, this is why Zafran could have been like this?" cecar Adel panicked.
Nisa shook her head, her cries getting louder. While staring anxiously at Zafran who was now silent noiseless. Only the roar of his breath showed that the baby was still alive.
Adel holds Zafran out, and heads to his own room to pick up a cell phone to call Zidan who is going to the factory with Alan.
"Assalamu'alaikum, " greet Zidan after the phone is connected.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, Abi please go home now, Zafran is sick!" Adel screamed so panicked and Zidan just turned off the phone.
Adel believes that now her husband is also anxious and immediately rushed home.
"Where, Ma'am?" nissa asked still crying. It turned out that she had been following Adel behind her.
" Patience, Mas Zidan will be home soon. We're going straight to the hospital. Be patient, baby. Zafran is strong, baby" whispered Adel in the little baby's ear.
Adel asked Nisa to prepare all the goods Zafran needs if later they have to stay at the hospital. While Adel headed to the terrace waiting for Zidan until not too long wait.
Unknowingly Adel felt Zafran's stomach still drooping in his carrier. And how surprised he was to find that the baby's stomach was feeling so hard. Various bad thoughts reached his mind, but he did not want to rush to draw conclusions even though now the breath of Zafran seems increasingly crowded .
"Zafran, baby hold on, son. In a moment we go to the hospital, yes, Zafran must be strong, dear Umi. Umi is very sorry for Zafran. Umi's promise of survival, son." Adel unceasingly floated a kiss on the little baby's head, his body felt cold, deftly Adel wrapped it with his big hijab so that he felt warm.
Fortunately, before long Zidan's car appeared close to the house, immediately they took Zafran to the hospital where he was born.
*Nb: anyone can guess why Zafran? The correct answer will get a gift from the author.*