Love From Mas Duda
Sari Pregnancy

Sari just finished praying ashar, after tidying up mukena—dia then out of the room to meet the husband. Walking slowly while holding her stomach that feels uncomfortable, Sari also sat beside Ustadz Zamil.

"Ustadz?" call him softly.

"Yes, what's up, Dek?" sahut ustadz Zamil accompanied by a thin smile.

"Tonight Ustadz has an event or not?" Sari asked, but felt bad for worrying about bothering the man.

"Nothing. What's the matter, Dek?" ask ustadz Zamil

"Sari wants to go to Abi's house. But ... if Ustadz is not busy anymore," said his wife.

Ustadz Zamil also threw a big smile staring at Sari who now just lowered her head. "Can, Deck. Wanna go to his abi's house now?"

"Yes, Ustadz. Suddenly I miss abi" said the woman.

Sari was delighted because her husband nodded in agreement. They also immediately went to Pak Kyai's house because the appearance of a couple was neat. The atmosphere this afternoon felt so comfortable. The sky was clear, but the air was not hot. Nor is it cold.

The journey of the two of them is certainly safe because Zamil ustadz driving the car at medium speed only. Sari was so surprised, why her husband was driving so slowly like that. He kept staring at ustadz Zamil while frowning.

"Why look at me like that, Dek?" scold ustadz Zamil when he realized it.

"E-ee ... Why is the speed of this car so slow, Ustadz?" ask Sari later.

"For your comfort" replied the husband.

"But Sari is also comfortable, really, if you think it is more accelerated," he said, "ooh, is it because Sari is pregnant?"

"Yes, I'm afraid you're uncomfortable later. So slow like this, while enjoying the trip," said ustadz.

"Thank you, Ustadz." Sari was actually made to drift with her husband's treatment.

Sari touched both of her cheeks which felt warmer. He knew that at this time the cheeks were red blushing because of the wrong behavior of the sweet attitude of Zamil ustadz.

When it was halfway through, Ustadz Zamil stopped his car in front of a gift shop. "Would you come down or wait here, Dek?" tanyanya looked gently at Sari.

"No need to buy anything for abi, Ustadz," prevent Sari who already understands the meaning of the husband.

"It's okay. Let's go downstairs. Let you also buy what you want" said the handsome man.

Actually Sari felt bad if ustadz Zamil as I was as good as it was with his family. However, he also did not want to forbid when someone wanted to do good.

"Come, Ustadz" Sari replied in the end still agreeing.

The shopkeeper welcomed the friendly of the two. Ustadz Zamil picked up a shopping cart, then let Sari choose something she deserved to give to her father.

It did not take long—the basket has been filled with snacks and some kinds of pastries. After paying, they continued their journey.

Arriving at the home of Mr. Kyai, ustadz Zamil rushed to open the car door for his wife. How romantic the man was even though he had actually not grown love in heart for Sari.

"Thank God, you're coming, son?" Sari and Ustadz Zamil turned.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh, Abi." Sari immediately said hello.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Abi" continued the son-in-law.

"Waalaikumsalam .. Abi is so glad you came." Mr. Kyai smiled broadly as the son and daughter-in-law experienced him.

"Sari also misses Abi at all," he said.

"Yes, Abi too, Nduk. Let's go in. We just chat inside because it's late afternoon," he asked.

Sari and her brother were waiting. When Zamil returned with a shopping bag full of food, Pak Kyai laughed. "You're a habit of carrying this much food, Mil. Already many times Abi said that you do not have to bother like this," reprimanded mr. Kyai.

"No hassle, Abi." Ustadz Zamil.

"Yes, let's go in. It's cold outside" he asked again.

Zamil then put the souvenirs in the living room, then returned to the living room where his wife and in-laws were sitting. "How are you?" tanyakanya.

"Thank God, very healthy, as you can see. Hmmm .. Abi was so happy to see you two loving each other like this. Thank you, son, you have treated Sari very well" said the Kyai.

Ustadz Zamil's smile was so shady. He said, "I am also very grateful, Abi and this family have welcomed me so well. Especially Dek Sari—wri noble character who always respects me."

"God, Tabarakallah. May you always be surrounded by happiness, peace and gratitude in your little family." Kyai prayers are sincere for her daughter and daughter-in-law.

"Aamiin, thank you, Bi. We have good news for Abi" Sari said, glancing at Zamil's ustadz.

"What good news, Nduk?" asked her brother so curious.

"Ustadz alone delivered," pinta Sari with a timid smile.

"Abi, we also feel very grateful because God has entrusted the womb of Dek Sari to be occupied by a baby" explained ustadz Zamil later.

"Sari's pregnant?" kyai asked a little surprised.

However, after that he smiled widely as Sari and ustadz Zamil nodded. "Alhamdulillah. MashayAllah. How old is Sunday?"

"New four Weeks, Bi." Sari answered.

It just so happened that there was a car that stopped on the front page so their chatter paused for a moment.

"Who came that?" asked kyai while looking at the entrance.

"Assalamualaikum" said a man.

"Getishalight." Everyone answered compactly.

"Well, Lana boy. Come on in, son." Kyai sir.

Sari and Ustadz Zamil smiled as they greeted the man. Ustadz Lana was confused and nervous because he wanted to meet Wafa.

"Sit down first" ordered kyai sir.

"Yes, Kyai. Sorry ... I want to see Wafa is he home?" tanyakanya.

"His Wafa is going with Mr. Bian. Maybe soon home because the exit permit was not long," replied mr. kyai.

"I think—Wafa is at home," he said with a faint smile.

Ustadz Zamil looked at ustadz Lana with a look of dislike. Because he also still has feelings with Wafa, who must be buried deeply because he feels he does not deserve the woman.

They continued the chat where Sari was seen as fun to confide with the Abi, while ustadz Zamil and ustadz Lana chatted in a different place in the front garden gazebo.

"How is Ustadz Lana related to Wafa?" ask ustadz Zamil.

"I myself do not understand the direction of this relationship, Ustadz Zamil." Ustadz Lana smiled wryly.

"Wafa is a very nice girl, beautiful, smart, friendly to anyone. Sometimes like an unruly child. However, all men will certainly be fascinated by him because it does have something interesting," explained ustadz Zamil.

Ustadz Zamil continually recounted his childhood Wafa. As a teacher najai Wafa used to be, ustadz Zamil like to show that he really likes Wafa.