IKHTIAR AKMAL LOVE
ACTIVITY

In the evening at Abi Rashid's house. Unlike usual baby Zahwa fussing continuously, her crying does not want to be silent at all.

Cyra's been trying to make sure she doesn't want to. Try making formula milk also does not want. If sleep wants carried, if placed on the bed baby Zahwa crying.

Umma Nada who is not used to baby Zahwa is also a little confused. Likewise with Rashid abi who also tried to calm baby Zahwa.

"Is Zahwa really Cyra? What if the night cries and doesn't want to sleep?" abi Rashid asked while fondling the grandson.

Umma Nada turned her gaze towards Cyra to wait for a response.

With an anxious and worried face, Cyra then replied. "Never Abi. Aiza's always a henchman. Even if it's fussy it's just thirsty or lack of sleep."

"Then why is Zahwa so fussy now Cyra?" Cyra shook her head in a sign of not knowing.

"Emmm. Maybe Zahwa's not used to sleeping in this house, Abi." Umma Nada spoke.

"It could be Umma" Abi Rashid and Cyra nodded their heads.

That night the three of them could not sleep at all. Because keep taking turns to keep baby Zahwa who is fussy. Even if you can sleep, you will wake up easily.

Next day. When Cyra is done bathing baby Zahwa. He also felt that there was something strange about the body of the princess.

"His body looks warm, doesn't it?" Cyra asked himself.

However, baby Zahwa is not fussy like last night even though his body is warm at this time.

After dressing baby Zahwa. Cyra went outside her room to meet her parents.

"Umma! Umma!"

"Is there Cyra?" It was not umma Nada who answered. The Rashid abi.

"Where's Abi?"

"Umma is going to the market. What's the matter?" Abi Rashid was a little curious.

"Pig. This is Aiza warm body. Cyra what should it be?" Abi Rashid directly touched the face of the grandson.

"Yes, warm?" abi Rashid.

"Attent. Let Abi call umma first." Cyra nodded her head.

Getting a phone call from my husband. Umma Nada immediately rushed home.

Arriving at home. Umma Nada meets Cyra and baby Zahwa.

"Cyra." Umma Nada holds baby Zahwa.

"Have you given the medicine yet?" Cyra shook her head.

"We immediately go to the front midwife just yuk. I'm afraid Zahwa's why." Cyra immediately nodded in agreement.

"Cyra wants to take the niqab with Umma's bag first."

After taking what Cyra needs. Umma Nada and Cyra immediately took baby Zahwa to a clinic not far from their housing complex.

There the Midwife just said, if baby Zahwa just lack of sleep and fatigue. The midwife then gave it to Cyra, a special baby drug that should be minimized three times a day.

When it was over and heard the explanation from the Midwife. Umma Nada and Cyra were relieved. Then they decided to go back home.

"It turns out this is what it's like to see a sick child." Cyra fondled baby Zahwa with a feeling of sadness.

"Silence Cyra. The child is also not sick because of the disease," Cyra felt confused by the umma's speech.

"Then because of what Umma?" ask Cyra.

"Because of the inner contact with his two parents. Especially with her mother." Cyra nodded in understanding.

"Umma just cook for a while, yes" said Umma Nada.

"Yes Umma" answered Cyra.

Umma Nada passed away going to the kitchen to cook. While Abi Rashid participated in filial work activities with other citizens. Because today is Sunday.

Cyra's eyes were distracted when she heard the greeting from the front of the house.

Cyra immediately rushed outside the house to see the guests who were coming to her house.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Eh Kalila." turns out the one who came was Kalila.

"Come in, please sit down" Cyra said kindly.

"Yes. Aiza's got a little fever today."

"Oh yeah? You're alone. Where's Abraham's brother?" ask Cyra.

"Son Abraham has business. And well I came here because I wanted to see you. Brother Abraham said you just had an accident with Akmal brother, Cyra?" Cyra nodded again.

"Yes Kalila."

"Are you okay, baby Zahwa?" Kalila was worried.

"Alhamdulillah. I'm fine ko. But not for Akmal."

"Yes. I've heard everything from Abraham's sister." said Kalila.

"Oh yeah. You're here early in the morning, aren't you going to teach?" Kalila smiled amusedly at Cyra's question.

"You forgot? It's sunday." Cyra immediately patted her forehead.

"Astaghfirullah's. I forgot." said Cyra.

"Sunday? At this hour, Akmal is usually watching television in the family room." Cyra spoke to herself in her heart.

But across there. Akmal is not watching television. But it's being massaged by a masseuse to help with his arm injury.

"Aaaarraaarghh! It hurts!" Akmal endured the pain in his arm.

"Hold it off. Let the swelling go down fast."

"Hold dong Mal. The time just massaged just like that has been screaming in pain," Rafiq's father also spoke.

"But this is really sick Dad!" rafiq's father instead laughed mockingly.

"Hold on."

"Wellooooooarrrrgghhh!" the masseuse pulled Akmal's hand quite strongly. And it was very painful for Akmal.

"Hey Cyra! Why even daydream?" Kalila tried to surprise Cyra.

"Eh! Sorry." Cyra immediately realized from her daydreaming time.

"Definitely thinking about Akmal?" Cyra blushed in shame when Kalila teased her.

"What the hell is Kalila" said Cyra.

Kalila laughed satisfied to see Cyra shyly to him by turning things around while holding baby Zahwa.

"Nih Cyra's. I'm here to give this to you, too." Kalila handed her invitation card.

"Goddessa. Barokallah Kalila." Cyra was so happy.

"You're getting married soon." Kalila smiled happily.

"Yes. I didn't think it myself either. A week ago Abraham came home to ask my father to find a good day and date for my marriage with him." Cyra was happy to see her best friend happy.

"May be good until the wedding day, Kalila. I pray that your marriage will last. Sakinah, Mawaddah and Warrahmah. Aamiin's." Kalila immediately marries Cyra's words.

The two of them then chatted lightly and casually. They also exchanged experiences, especially on matters of marriage and pregnancy.

While returning to Rafiq's father's house again. At this time Akmal has finished massaging it by a masseuse.

Akmal's eyes are reddened. Because it just felt like its bones were shifting out of place.

"Just calm down Akmal. Maybe two to three more days are not swollen like this," said the masseuse.

"Yes. Thank you, sir." Akmal answered softly.

"Enjoyed first sir the dish. Must be tired from just massaging Akmal." Rafiq's father tried to entertain well.

"Thank you Mr. Rafiq." The masseuse then enjoyed the snacks that have been provided.

The masseur was chatting normally with Rafiq's father. Akmal, who was still there, only listened to him, while enduring the pain in his arm.

Everyone had their own activities that Sunday. Hopefully in the weeks to come. There are good days for Cyra and Akmal. Aamiins.

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