Womb of Rebutant
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From dawn the residence of Arta and Risma have many immigrants from his restaurant and also his hotel.

Today as Dilla wishes, they will hold a tasyakkuran event for Risma's pregnancy. Because Dilla's asking to be accelerated.

Because he doesn't know when his death will pick him up. Arta and Risma fulfill Dilla's wish.

Dilla was hard-earned to try to look okay. His body is no longer helpless.

The whole family of Arta and Dilla were already there. Arta sat down side by side in his two wives. Everyone who saw it was a little strange and also moved.

It turned out that Arta could get along with his wife to get along like that. In fact, in the beginning they were not like that.

But Arta and Risma did not need to say anything about their thoughts and also about their statements.

The important thing is that both of them can see Dilla happy that is enough. Because what they were worried about since last night was Dilla who couldn't speak anymore.

A series of monthly events they do one by one. Arta occasionally glanced at Dilla who now smiled shadyly at him.

Risma is like that. He even cried from the moment he saw Dilla. The guests thought that the two were crying because of that. Though not.

They were looking at Dilla who was now getting withered and haggard. Sometimes that breath is broken. Her mother Dilla tried to quell her panic as Arta said earlier.

Exactly at eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the event was over to coincide with mama naya Dilla shouting for Arta and also Risma.

I don't know the strength of where the five-month-old pregnant woman ran looking at anything. To Dilla.

Someone who for two months was in the lives of both of them. Sososk is a woman who has changed better on her age side.

Risma sculpted in front of Dilla whose hands were now waving she wanted to be held by Risma and Arta.

Arta who was behind Risma immediately brought Risma in front of Dilla who was now panting.

"M-mas.. Ri-rii.. Huh.. Huh.. Huh.."

Risma held Dilla's hand. Arta held Dilla's head. All the families were stunned to see that. There's Ira's brother, Tama's bang, Syakir's Bang and Annisa's sister there. Ali and Kinara are there too. While Lana is currently outside welcoming guests Arta who continues to arrive.

"Yes dear. It's our. What are you talking about?" ask Arta who inexplicably called dear to Dilla.

Dilla smiled. His one idle hand held Arta's cheek. "Thank you for supporting me until now. Thank you for the rest of my life you love me. I happy.. Very happy.." he shrieked increasingly make Arta can not bear to not cry.

"My dear.. How cute is his face? Don't you like our husband calling your mother this dear?" his god on Risma who was now throbbing with eyes condensed.

"My dear.. Thank you for accepting your mother as your honey for the rest of my life. Thank you for taking care of this dying mother.."

"Mom!" risma

Dilla chuckled, she pulled Risma over to approach her. Risma according. Dilla hugged Risma tightly. Same with Risma.

He sobbed.

"Bak leave our husband with you. Mas Arta was a good young man. You're lucky to get it. And Mama did too. Give a good name to our children. Ma'am has prepared his name. Take it later in Ma'am's room nightstand drawer. Ma'am has to go.. Huh.. The time is near. Take Ma'am, Risma.. Lucky mom has honey and a sister like you. You're my little sister. Thank you for teaching me so much and for sharing my husband with me. I'm lucky to be living in this house. Take Ma'am, Risma.. Ma'am wants pu hah lang.."

Ddduuaarr!!

"No! Hix.. Ma'am can't go! Ma'am has to stay here until I give birth.. Brother! Say it's Dilla! He can't leave before our son is born! He promised both of us! if he's gonna give us a name for our son! Hix.. Hiks.." isak Risma is still in the arms of Dilla who is getting loosened.

Dilla was still able to smile as Risma unraveled her embrace. His body trembled violently with his eyes closed, his lips mentioning the disjointed lafadz.

Arta and Risma led him home with tears in their eyes. Arta sniffles. Risma is like that. Even the most powerful Risma was sobbed.

Everyone there saw it.

"Lla-ila.. Ha-ahaillallah.. Mu-muham-madurra-rasulullah... Mas Arta's.. Lis.."

"Yeahaa... Nooo!!" pekik Risma was as powerful as she looked at the lifeless Dilla. Arta hugged Dilla's body tightly with a strong cry.

He sobbed while tightly hugging Dilla's body. He kissed Dilla repeatedly. Risma's getting stronger.

He cried while tightly hugging the body of Dilla who is now in Arta's arms. Mama Dilla fainted to see her eldest daughter was gone for good.

Arta's residence became boisterous instantly. Risma's seventh monthly event turned into a mourning event for the extended families of Arta and Risma.

But they were grateful that Arta and Risma granted his request immediately.

Risma and Arta were still sobbing tightly hugging Dilla's body which was now stiff and not moving anymore.

The pale face smiled gently as Arta let go so that Arta and Risma were sobbing again.