"The rain that once visited is starting to subside. The flowers of love that you spring, are starting to bloom. I hope your love never fades."
Haziya could no longer hold the waves in her chest, since the roar had been pounding. Her lower abdomen was smeared with gel by the nurse, followed by the doctor attaching the ultrasound transducer until her eyes were wet when she saw the screen in the upper corner of the wall. Although it's still not clear, even there is only a small circle, he himself doesn't know what it is if the doctor doesn't explain immediately.
"This small circle like a bean is called an embryo, Mom. It's still very small because you're only four weeks pregnant. Before that, congratulations, you're pregnant." Haziya replied to the doctor's words with a smile, she was still so touched by the sight in front of her, Shabir replaced it with words.
"Thank you, sir. This is our first child after waiting. Alhamdulillah."
Haziya sobbed silently, holding back her voice because she remembered that it wasn't just her and her husband in this room. Seeing that Shabir's face was also flushed with happiness like hers, Haziya was filled with joy even more. Not only he was happy with this news, but Shabir was the same. They will be parents soon.
Haziya got off the bed helped by Shabir who held her hand, then the two of them were invited to sit on a chair. The doctor once again congratulated them. Then handed me the pregnancy book.
"Take care of mother's health, don't lift heavy things first. Don't stay up late, don't be sad because it will affect the fetus. Please help Mom always be happy, so that your child is also happy."
"Yes, Doctor." Shabir tightened his grip on Haziya even more. In fact, ever since he entered the examination room he had been shaking so much. He was already twenty-nine, already quite mature and ready to become a father. However, he couldn't hide the mixed feelings he had.
"Spicy food should not be eaten first because it can cause diarrhea for the mother, later she will be afraid because she often has diarrhea she often goes to the toilet and is hydrated. Don't eat too much coffee either. Eat nutritious food. Anything else you want to ask?"
Haziya glanced at Shabir, both shook their heads. The doctor took the ultrasound results and the pregnancy book and handed them to Shabir.
"Thank you, Doc."
"You're welcome, I hope you and your child are always healthy."
"Amen."
"Come on, sir, ma'am, I'll take you out, you'll wait for your name to be called to take the medicine," he said
The nurse led them to the next room."Thank you."
Shabir rose from the waiting chair when Haziya's name was mentioned by the nurse in the pharmacy locker. He redeemed a bag of medicine for four hundred thousand.
"This vitamin is taken twice a day, sir."
"Okay, thank you."
Haziya got up and walked over to Shabir as her husband turned to walk towards her.
"How much, bro?" he asked in a half whisper.
"Four hundred thousand," replied Shabir. "It's for my son's sake, so it's okay for his father to spend that much money, you just take it easy. I pray for brother to have easy sustenance."
Shabir immediately took Haziya's hand, his wife's face looked regretful for asking to come to the hospital for an ultrasound without using BPJS so Shabir had to dig into his wallet that much.
"Besides, if we come for a free ultrasound, you and your brother also waste a lot of time waiting in line, you'll also be tired. This is also the first time, you don't have to feel guilty about that." Shabir said the beautiful words Haziya heard when the woman in the light brown veil apologized over and over again.
"Thanks, bro."
Shabir nodded, then he helped Haziya put on the helmet.
***
"Where have you been, just got home at this hour?"
Bu Karni was on her hips welcoming Shabir and Haziya home. Instead of answering their greetings, the bespectacled woman asked a question with a grim face.
"Just keep wandering, when you're pregnant, you want to be pampered," shouted Lathifah suddenly appearing from the kitchen, one hand carrying a plastic bag of fruit that she took from the refrigerator.
This afternoon Haziya's mother deliberately ordered Haziya's sister to deliver several types of fruit to be consumed, because it was good for the fetus that was being conceived by Haziya. Even Haziya just ate one apple, even so she did not forbid her sister-in-law to bring all her fruits home. Haziya's body was a bit tired from the night wind, she didn't want to argue with Lathifah, it was useless to waste her energy. Mrs. Karni will definitely be more angry, think she's stingy and doesn't want to share.
"We came home from the hospital, Mom, the ultrasound was--"
"How much does an ultrasound cost?" Bu Karni cut Shabir's words. "I love to spend money, why not just a free check? Not even having a child born is already so wasteful."
"Mom, don't say that," said Shabir, but his mother ignored him.
"You're just sleeping at home, not working. It's useless to study but not become a teacher. Now, her job is just to let my son down," sneered Bu Karni, not giving Haziya a chance to say a word.
"Look at my two kids, they're fine, never had an ultrasound either."
"Yes, ma'am. Here I brought Mother's favorite fried rice." Shabir takes his mother to the dining table.
Haziya felt so dizzy hearing her mother-in-law's nagging, she even forced herself to keep a smile on her face before it was completely dark. Haziya's eyes were closed due to exhaustion and the burden of thought, she finally fell. Gratefully, Shabir managed to hug Haziya's weak, unconscious body.
"Alah, pretending to faint again, I won't be fooled by your acting."
Shabir immediately carried Haziya to the room, Bu Karni was getting angry.
"Mom, you just wait outside, okay?" The door was locked from inside, Shabir didn't want his mother to scold Haziya even when his wife was unconscious but his mother had no mercy.
"Open the door, tell your wife to iron the clothes piled up. Don't be lazy, just be good at acting, as well as take part in shooting the soap opera Curhatan Istri on Indosiar." Bu Karni knocked on the door accompanied by chatter.
Shabir covered Haziya from foot to body. After waiting for no more banging on the door, he walked out. Her mother and sister were still in the kitchen with sullen faces.
"Look at your wife's empty fridge, even though yesterday I saw there was still dimsum. She must have eaten it on purpose knowing I was here. You stingy."
"Not enough fruit, Sis?"
"Mom, look, right, he's being stingy too, follow his wife," argued Lhatifah.
"Starting tomorrow the shop's money will let you take it home, you will be wasteful. I don't like it."
"But, ma--"
"No buts, you don't want to be a disobedient child, do you? I don't want your capital to not return because you're extravagant. If you don't want the shop's money in your hands, just close your shop so I tell your sister's husband to sell it. "
Shabir could no longer argue. Mother's decision is unanimous, can only sigh resignedly.
"That's it, from tomorrow the shop money will be with Mom. Come on, let Shabir take you home."
"From him I learned to love in tears, slowly letting go even though I don't know how to be patient when the sky falls again destroying hope and intention."Dersik caressed Haziya's face, when his foot stepped on the first floor of the granite mosque after climbing the stairs, he immediately felt cool and calm. The wind rustled from the gap in the glass window, getting into the mosque which has two floors, the calming air was felt.The blue-domed mosque called Masjid At Taqarrub is never quiet, it is located in a busy shopping area visited by worshipers who want to pray and the children appear to be on the right side of the mosque. They are studying regularly every afternoon. In addition to providing Early Childhood Education, the mosque which was formerly known as the Phep Mosque also has library facilities, the Bilal room, the Imam's room and meeting rooms, as well as the secretariat office. The wuzu places for women and men are also separated.Haziya imm
"A woman can be strong while smiling even though her heart is shaking with hidden bitter sobs. The shoulder support makes her strong, listen to her complaints and provide comfort so that her grief does not widen.""Bro, I'm scared!" whispered Haziya as she was about to be taken to the operating room for curettage. Although the doctor who treated her has explained repeatedly, the curettage process will only take a few minutes and Haziya will be given an IV so that she will not feel any pain. However, he was still shrouded in fear. Plus the emotional grief of accepting the fact that he had to lose the baby he was waiting for to be born into the world in the next few months. Before they even know the sex of the fetus."Read the prayer, dear. Brother, Mak and father outside will continue to pray for you too. Don't worry, God willing, everything will be smooth and easy."Shabir grabbed Haziya's hand, gently stroked her shoulder and kissed her head before pushin
"Don't expect more from humans. Hug your wounds with prayer. Cleanse your soul from grudges. Let go of all circumstances and leave everything to the Owner of All Nature."Bang, Brother where are you going? This dish is ready, Brother, just eat first," Haziya interrupted when she saw Shabir about to hold the doorknob."Brother to mom's house, Brother Lathif said to cook pliek sauce. Brother eat there. Don't forget to lock the door," said Shabir, then pulled the algae and went out to the front yard. He immediately rode the motorbike, leaving a roar that was getting further away and left Haziya standing cold on the terrace watching her husband leave for the umpteenth time.Haziya may not be good at cooking, but she continues to learn how to cook properly. Record recipes from mom, also watch cooking tutorials from YouTube so Shabir can eat healthy food at home. However, her struggles are always to prepare dishes, not to mention getting praise from Shabir, even her h
"I've fallen many times, and when I rise among the stars, a ray of hope illuminates. Even though the sky is dark, doesn't my dream have a chance to come true?"Before he got married, his dream was to teach at an elementary school where Haziya came from to study. However, her plans don't go as planned when her ex-husband forbids her to work. Moving to the in-laws' village, making the distance back and forth took almost an hour. Shabir is worried that he cannot divide the time. Pursuing her husband's pleasure, Haziya complied.Now, after the two of them separated. There was no income from Shabir since his return to his mother's house, so Haziya had to rack her brains to find a job. Even though both parents said they were still able to pay for their needs, Haziya didn't want to burden them at the age of almost twenty-five. He wanted to help ease their lives."Oh, it's almost late!" Haziya immediately got up from the chair, enjoying reading a story about herself wri
Haziya doesn't like being at the same table with Zaweel, after all she's been married before so her status is still hanging because the court hasn't decided yet. Shabir was not present at the first divorce hearing, delaying the trial again."Where do you want to go already?""It's none of your business, you don't have to ask to come. Remember, you're here to work, not to find prey."Zaweel laughed like a possessed person. "Who do I work for? Yes, for my wife and children later. Just give your blessing to Ziya, how about it?""Bang, do you want me to plug your eyes with a fork?""Oh my goodness!" Zaweel stood up, leaving them with an echo of laughter."See, right, tiktok kid is stray." Miska finished the rice on her plate, since last night she was made dizzy by Zaweel's behavior."Please come in passengers, I will take you anywhere except to your ex's house," Zaweel greeted when the car door opened from behind. Both Miska and Haziya lo
"Bang Shabir, I..."Haziya backed away spontaneously as Shabir stepped forward. Her body was locked by Shabir's strong arms, their faces so close."Bang, don't be like this, it's not good for people to see. This is a women's toilet," Haziya scolded hoping Shabir would distance himself, but the man brought his face closer."Don't act holy, I've enjoyed it too. Why can he be with you, while I can't be your husband, huh?!" Shabir's emotions punched the wall to the left of Haziya's face."Bang, control your anger, brother," asked Haziya half hoarsely holding back tears, the events of that hot night re-imagined. She was afraid that Shabir would get out of control and slapped him a second time."We're also not husband and wife anymore, Bang. I've already proposed--""No, I will never divorce you. You can be happy to be free with that man, never."Haziya recited a silent prayer, hoping that someone would save her from Shabir's disturbance.
"Once loved, but was hurt. Please, don't get carried away easily. Just because of pearls of wisdom."Tit!!"Astagfirullah! Why, Bang?" asked Haziya panicked when the sound of the horn blared, almost dropped the phone in her hand."There was a kuyang pulling out gray hair earlier," replied Zaweel with a straight face pointing ahead."Kuyang? What is that kuyang? Persian cat?"Zaweel laughed at Haziya's innocence. His annoyance was gone, since he was called several times there was no answer from the woman sitting beside him because he was too busy with his cellphone."Your cell phone is new, have you seen it?" Zaweel quipped as Haziya kept the silver phone in her bag.When a notification arrives in Diana's name, her consciousness seems to be trapped in Oren's house. Reading Diana's writings which tells about the breakdown of her household with Shabir. It was as if he had been dissolved in a past that was draining tears."Wh
"Good women for good men, and vice versa. Improve yourself to be better, so that your soul mate is the best that comes to complete your life.""Don't accept it, Mom, he's just kidding," said Haziya quickly as she closed the bedroom door."Why don't you accept it, people come to apply nicely," said her mother, surprised by Haziya's ban."Anyway, no, he's not serious," Haziya chuckled, keeping her stance. He could even imagine Zaweel's witty face every time he threw a joke at him. The man likes to gossip, is good at seducing every woman, as evidenced by the fact that the female officer at the oil filling station yesterday afternoon was teased.Haziya had enough of once to swallow the bitterness of a love story, and a failed household. Painful wounds don't look more painful, even time can't really heal. The sky is always drizzling, the longed blue color is reluctant to come. Every day it was cloudy, and the darkness of the night pressed against his che