Haziya was full of emotion holding the tespack, her eyes turned to the ocean, tears rolled down her cheeks and the veil she was wearing. He was so impatient after coming home from the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test, he went straight to the bathroom after placing the bag carelessly on the bed.
"Alhamdulillah, O Allah, I have waited this long." His knees were weak, his body was shaking from the joy of getting answers to his prayers for almost a year. Allah has granted the groaning in the third of the night.
Haziya couldn't stop smiling looking at the two red lines. Her husband must also be very happy to hear this happy news.
Crack!
The door was pushed from outside. Haziya flinched from her seat, then stood up when the figure of her husband appeared.
"Bro, I...."
"Why haven't you cooked yet? The front room is so dirty, have you been sleeping since morning? It's already 1pm." Shabir chided Haziya with a question, his face strained.
Haziya could catch the anger in her husband's eyes, the man couldn't even see Haziya's damp face so blinded by emotion. Haziya immediately put the tespack in her shirt pocket then walked over to Shabir.
"Bang, don't be angry, please. Come on, sit down!" Haziya grabbed Shabir's hand and carried her husband onto the bed.
"Adek grab a drink first, for a moment." Haziya wiped her tears quickly before turning out of the room. She didn't want to get carried away after being scolded by Shabir at a time when the flowers were in bloom.
Soon Haziya came back into the room carrying a bag of food that she bought earlier after coming from the pharmacy. She had estimated that there was not enough time to cook because her husband would come home at Zuhur time. From morning washing clothes and washing dirty dishes, after that he rested for a while because he felt tired and also had cramps in the left lower abdomen. When he woke up, it was only twelve o'clock, he had slept for two hours.
Haziya intended to sweep and cook. However, his stomach felt so sore. After a few days of her menstrual cycle, she felt so hopeful when she had a dream in her sleep. Plus, when you smell a bedroom that has been tidied up since you woke up, your smell is different. Even though he had been sprayed with a distinctive fragrance that was routinely used, he still smelled bad. Haziya wanted to settle her curiosity so she went to buy a tespack. Tried to call my husband to let me know, but the number is off.
"It's a drink, Bang."
Shabir's face was no longer as red as before, he took the glass from Haziya's hand and immediately took a sip of water.
"Brother hungry? This is eating nasi padang, my sister bought it at the shop." Haziya handed him a plastic bag filled with food, but Shabir didn't take it either.
"You like spending money, not that I've bought rice and vegetables. Mom said the eggs are still there too. The tuna is in the fridge too."
Haziya listened carefully to her husband's words, she was no longer surprised by the arrival of her in-laws even though the house was locked, her husband's mother had a spare key. That is the reality, not only the building shop where Shabir earns a living supervised by his in-laws, but the house they live in also does not escape Bu Karni's eyes. Since moving here five months ago, Haziya's life has changed drastically. Day-to-day pressured by the rules of Mrs. Karni who lives not far from the hallway of their house.
"Eat first, Bro. I bought this from my pocket money. I didn't buy it for me." Haziya patiently unwrapped the rice and gravy and rendang typical of the field.
Haziya's stomach rumbled, even Shabir heard it when he had just eaten a mouthful of rice.
"Are you hungry too?" Haziya wanted to shake her head, but the tone of her stomach tightened. Spontaneously he chuckled as he touched his flat stomach, slowly starting to bulge in a moment.
"Our child is hungry. Wait a minute, son." Shabir's hand tightened on the spoon when he heard his wife's words.
"Did you say just now?" Haziya looked up, she smiled even more. Staring at her husband who threw a confused look made her even more tickled to laugh.
"Bro, I'm pregnant." Haziya immediately hugged Shabir, her laughter had subsided into sobs of joy. "I'm pregnant with our child, Bang."
Shabir was too shocked to hear the news, even his hands were stiff not returning Haziya's hug.
"Here, look, two red stripes!" Haziya exclaimed after letting go of the hug, immediately took the tespack from her pocket, and showed it to Shabir.
"Brother not happy?" Shabir shook his head, he didn't know how to express himself.
"Are you really pregnant?" Haziya nodded quickly over and over again, she could be relieved now that she would no longer receive scorn from her in-laws, sister-in-law, siblings, and neighbors as well as from those who knew her.
"You love to eat snacks, you don't want to get pregnant yourself, how can you get pregnant? Shabir just find another woman who is still fertile. Your wife is so thin, she can't give birth."
Haziya thanked her, from today onwards Mrs. Karni would not insult her again. She can rest easy as Shabir doesn't need to be polygamous.
"I went to the pharmacy, my stomach cramped, so I haven't had time to wash it. Sorry," Haziya admitted. Shabir held Haziya's hand, he also apologized for yelling at him earlier.
"Alah, I'm just pregnant and I've even neglected my homework." Bu Karni stood in the doorway, her spicy mouth greeting the two of them. Haziya sighed before turning around. He didn't know what to do with his father-in-law who loved to enter the house without permission, even daring to walk into their room.
"Still, if you're pregnant, you still have to be a useful wife," sneered Bu Karni sarcastically.
"Mom, she's just pregnant, let her rest for a while so that the womb is okay." Haziya smiled at Shabir's defense.
Mrs. Karni grimaced. "Keep pampering him, he will reason baby, womb. Even though he's lazy."
Haziya stood up, not wanting to have a debate with her in-laws. "Bang, I'm going to the kitchen first, okay?"
"You just eat first, I don't want our child to starve." Shabir told Haziya to sit back down. "Mom, have you eaten yet?"
Bu Karni did not answer, her face turned red, turned her face away and left the room. Haziya knew her mother-in-law was angry because Shabir denied what his mother had said.
"Bang, take Mother home," said Haziya gently, however she didn't want to be a dissident, even though her in-laws were not friendly with her, but she still had to respect Mrs. Karni.
"Okay, you eat it, you don't have to cook. Brother will just buy rice at the front stall."
Shabir reached for his motorbike keys on the nightstand, said goodbye to Haziya and followed his mother.
"Son, forgive your grandmother, yes." Haziya stroked her stomach before eating the delicious nasi padang.
"You have to be strong, kid. It's fine there, mama really wants to see you born healthy."
Haziya finished her lunch, then stepped into the bathroom to perform her ablutions. She has to sweep to keep her house clean when Shabir comes home.
'Dek, Brother directly to the store, yes. Have eaten at my mother's house and prayed too. You just rest, don't move much just yet. Don't think too much for the sake of our children.'
Haziya wiped her tears after reading Shabir's message. Although sometimes she has to be patient when her husband is influenced by the in-laws' instigation, she is now moved because Shabir is still thinking about his condition and the baby in the womb.
"Honey, we all love you."
"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, ho
"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