Marrying my Idol Ustadz
MUI: Extra Part 2 (Last)

"ABI !!"

A more precise voice like a frantic screech from a little girl filled the room. Everything suddenly focused with Hafsa running fast towards Ustadz Alfi.

"what's up, honey? Say hello first"Ustadz Alfi who was surprised by Hafsa who was in front of him.

"as.assalamualaikum.hosh hosh"salam Hafsa while normalizing his breath.

"waalaikumsalam"kor everyone.

"why did Hafsa run away? Later fell son"Ustadz Alfi align the height of Hafsa's body with him and give his mineral water. Hafsa then drank the water and began to talk again.

"Come, snob"panic Hafsa.

"why relationship?"ask Ustadz Alfi.

"umi has a stomach ache abii, Hafsa is afraid of his grandpa why napa" Hafsa's whine looks so panicked.

"astaghfirullah, how can it be?"ask Ustadz Alfi who represents the question all who hear.

"Hafsa doesn't know for sure abi, the aunt of the doctor who knows. Aunty said that umi was in pain and her face was pale in front of the hall." the light of Hafsa that made Ustadz Alfi look more panicked

"then where's umi?"Ustadz Alfi looks panicked now.

"at home and the doctor's aunt who again checked" replied Hafsa. 

Ustadz Alfi immediately ran towards the house. His mind was filled with excessive fear and worry if this matter was serious. His steps came to a halt when he saw Hafsa having trouble aligning his running. So, quickly Ustadz Alfi held Hafsa. He could not bear if Hafsa was exhausted one bit.

Then followed by Azzam, Aisyah, Farhan, Dayu, Wahyu, Rita, Faqih, Melinda, Intan and others to follow behind the extra wide steps of Ustadz Alfi. Not long after, finally they have arrived and in the living room the faces of the parents are very worried while waiting for the results of the examination of Dr. Angelica. 

Then Ustadz Alfi came in at a definite pace. Inside there, Dian was already lying with cold sweat on her face and tears flowing as her hissing excruciating pain was experienced by her at this moment. Ustadz Alfi felt unbearable with his wife to endure the pain. Her position had not yet entered because doctor Angelica was in the doorway.

"please ustadz accompany, this time has been the last opening. I will try to make the baby in the stomach can be born normally and the mother and child survived. There is a problem in the uterine wall of Dian and the baby is blocked from coming out, but good luck and I beg you to pray for its smoothness"

Doctor Angelica's words made Ustadz Alfi's legs limp instantly. How can there be problems in the uterine wall of his wife, when the last examination can give birth normally and well only. Everything becomes sad.

"mas hix hix sakiit"tangis Dian infinity again. Ustadz Alfi immediately approached and clasped his hand tightly.

"Sir, you must be strong. Fight, you'll be here. Our son needs your spirit and encouragement, so that he can get out to see the world."support from Ustadz Alfi who kissed Dian's hand with tears that unconsciously splashed on his cheek. 

While Dian lay in bed with a cry that did not stop. Just a slight nod of the sign Dian heard and then responded to her husband. While everyone saw the husband and wife felt good and continued to pray. 

The door began to close again. Soon heard screams and screeches Dian who tried hard for the baby to get out. People who hear it outside are powerless to hold back tears, how the struggle of a mother is truly extraordinary. But happiness welcomes because it sounds the cry of the baby.

"Alhamdulillah"

Ustadz Alfi felt very grateful for the smooth delivery of his wife. For whatever sake, he could not express the happiness of being mixed into one. Doctor Angelica cleans the tiny body that still remains blood spots and then bedding it.

"Accalaminophen abii, umii. I'm a hotshot" doctor Angelica said as she carried a baby that was like a duplicate of Ustadz Alfi but the difference was still small. 

"Waalaikumsalam, Masya Allah"Ustadz Alfi smiled happily holding his newborn son and turned out to be a boy. While Dian only smiled with my eyes and then closed his eyes.

"what's with Dian dok's deck?"panic Ustadz Alfie. 

"Must do a postpartum examination for her mother. So Ustadz can get out and let me have a look at it" Dr Angelica said, dispensing her flagship device to examine patients.

Ustadz Alfi sighed heavily and was also saddened by Dian's extremely weak state after giving birth. She said she took the baby out.

The door opened with a sturdy body featuring the tall Ustadz Alfi who was holding his tiny baby. Late and occasionally moving little by little in the sling of the abi.

"God willing, what is the gender of your son Alfie?"Abi Abdurrahman stared at the tiny baby in his son's arms with a twinkle of joy.

"abi man" Ustadz Alfi smiled so exuding joy.

"adzankan first le"Dad Ahmad reminded his son-in-law. 

Ustadz Alfi nodded his head and sat down on the sofa and slightly confirmed the position of his son to be comfortable. Then took a breath and began to accuse his son for the first time. His voice was dizzy and melodious to be heard. It looks like the tiny baby's little lips move and form a smile.

Finally, it was finished that Ustadz Alfi had his son. He intends to give the opportunity to grandparents who can not wait to hold. But not yet had the hand of Ustadz Alfi released and really carried by the grandmothers, it turns out the baby was crying.

"oeek,, oeek, oeek, oeek,,"The tiny baby cry sounded like it was shrill.

"cup, cup, cup don't cry. Abi here dear" persuaded Ustadz Alfi who wiped the tiny baby's tears. Before long the baby's eyelids opened slightly displaying round eyes with glass looking at Ustadz Alfi inside and then the crying stopped.

"maybe the baby does not want to be separated from the abi" cried Hafsa who seemed to know the cause of his sister crying. 

"that's exactly. Oiya Kak, what is the name of my handsome nephew?"Aisyah menoel noel squashed her nephew's cheeks and made the baby move uncomfortably. Azzam caught his wife's hand.

"do not ice, pity so disturbed his sleep" Azzam's reprimand that made Aisyah pout. Ustadz Alfi shook his head and seemed to think of a suitable name for his second child. 

"Hamzah Hazman Al Fahri"

And finally! Ustadz Alfi named his son after him. I don't know if it was a quick decision he made. Actually He and Dian had a name for a man since the beginning before Hafsah was born. That name is also used today.

"dik maza"he Hafsa 

Loh loh, kok call rada deviated well. Everyone suddenly fell silent and tried to digest his brother's unfortunately call to his younger brother.

"neck, maza hafsa. Can be called Ham or azman"bingung Aisyah.

"hafsa did not want to call Ham later mistaken for Human Rights abbreviation again." said Hafsa made Ustadz Alfi rounded his eyes in shock.

"do you know where my dear about Human Rights came from?"ask Ustadz Alfi.

"Hafsa shrugged his shoulders and looked ordinary. His memory was very strong even if he only heard a glance or saw. Everyone became amazed by the ability to remember the good Hafsa.

"dik.. you want to be called Maza right?"tanya Hafsa approached towards her sister who was still carrying her ashes. Little Hamzah looked moving again and again forming a smile. It is amazing, maybe later to be a cheap person will smile like Ustadz Alfi.

"Maza, good call"

"grandfather, thank God you have realized" Ustadz Alfi who chose to stand and let Dian sit on the sofa of his former. Dian smiled then sat down slowly.

"Alhamdulillah, it's a little better" replied Dian who convinced Doctor Angelica because it looks there is still worry in the doctor's beautiful face. Then Ustadz Alfi gave Hamzah to him.

"you have to rest a lot and oiya everything is fine at the moment. But your womb can no longer contain you. Is it okay what?"Doctor Angelica explained with a sense of sadness on her face. 

Dian stared at Ustadz Alfi. It was seen that her husband became worried and saddened to hear the truth. Afraid of himself falling again but in reality he is fine. Dian smiled meaningfully and sincerely accepted her reality while holding her man's hand. Ustadz Alfi also smiled understanding of the inner code of his wife and replied with a nod.

"it's okay. Moreover, our prayers have been granted to have a pair of children." said Ustadz Alfi representing Dian

"feel grateful Hamzah is present. That's more than enough"typal Dian stroked the little Hamzah's forehead in his sling

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Time just kept going and unconsciously passed by. All cannot be separated from the power of the Divine who continues to accompany life in this world. There is no sense of distress without ease, no sadness without pleasure and vice versa. 

Ustadz Alfi and Dian are unaware that their marriage is long in progress. Who initially met at the cafe and until having Hamzah and Hafsah that complement his married life.

"dek" - Seru Ustadz Alfi.

"yes mas"sahut Dian.

The two of them were spending time on the living room sofa. Oiya their house in Jakarta has been sold and live life in Jogja with a house that is not much different. Even their families are in the Java area and scattered. Ustadz Alfi also did not go public anymore and chose to be a teacher najai children in the nearest mosque from his home.

"do you remember our first meeting?"tanya Ustadz Alfi stroked Dian's long hijab. 

"still.."smile shy Dian. He remembered the beginning of their love story. It seemed unable to hide his admiration when he first saw Ustadz Alfi even though covered in a mask.

"you're pretty deck. I admit I could not erase your shadow at that time"Ustadz Alfi smiled with a wry smile trying to remember him back.

"it used to be so young. continues now still not?"tanya Dian who pretended fierce.

"still dong. For mas, you are beautiful even though you are already 4-headed. His heavenly angel Alfi hehe" replied Ustadz Alfi who realized even his age had entered the head 5. Dian pinched her man's hand to hide her embarrassment and blusing.

"adduh deck, sick tau." complained Ustadz Alfi who grimaced and still whiny aja.

"somewhat unaware of the same age. It's still dreadful"oceh Dian.

"that's how to tie tightly to the rope of our marriage dear."the infectious smile of Ustadz Alfi made Dian also chuckle amusedly to hear it.

"Assalamualaikum"the greetings of two strangers were heard by their ears.

"waalaikumsalam" replied Ustadz Alfi and Dian simultaneously. Then came Hamzah's sturdy body followed by the appearance of a sweet smile from Hafsah.

"God willing son of umi"Dian was moved to look at his two children at this time. How not, Hamzah and Hafsah wear special graduation clothes equipped with sashes.

"Hamzah Hazman Al Fahri M.Pd" 

"Hafshah Cahyani Al Fahri M.Psi"

Hamzah from childhood was interested in becoming like his brother and took up the study of Islamic education while Hafsah was interested in the field of psychologists since the events of his general depression. The girl who has grown up wants people who are depressed can recover as uminya at this time. 

They scored high and got the cumlaude predicate. Hafsah studied at the University of Surabaya while Hamzah studied at the State Islamic University Sunan Ampel Surabaya. All costs are covered entirely by scholarships of course both their parents only provide the cost of living, eating and others. Even Hafsah and Hamzah live in dormitories. 

"umi"Hamzah kissed the back of the hand belonging to the umi that he had long missed followed Hafsah. Then unconsciously made Dian could not hold back her tears and hugged her two children.

"Thank you God, my daughter's son gets what she aspires to" said Dian stroking Hafsah and Hamzah's shoulders in turn.

"we miss umi" Hamzah called Hafsah.

"pig is not in kangenin?"tanya Ustadz Alfi who cleared his throat because he felt alienated wkwk.

"we also miss abi" said Hafsah who chuckled little turned to pull Hamzah towards his ashes. With his obedience Hamzah followed his brother like a duckling hehe.

"congratulations on your hard work all this time. Of course abi is very proud" said Ustadz Alfi hugging his two children. Then invite me to sit on the sofa. 

Hamzah and Hafsa sat near their Umi. The big bitch rests her head on Dian's shoulder while the little girl who is now a big girl wrestles spoiled on Dian's left arm.

"Haii, the woman you hug belongs to Abii. Far away there, it's still big" said Ustadz Alfi. What, the Ustadz was jealous of his son's children viewers all haha

"yee, this is ours too" said Hamzah.

"but that's abi's wife"timpal Ustadz Alfi.

This is what happens when we get together. Hamzah and Ustadz Alfi always argue and then Hafsah as the mediator. While Dian who was contested could only pat her forehead slowly. Children will be spoiled to their umi, of course, natural things. What is not natural, Ustadz Alfi, can usually be jealous of his own child.

"already, already.. now we take a photo first and buy the frame" asked Dian who made everything divert the debate. 

And be now. Dian has been neat with his syar'i batik dress and Ustadz Alfi is neat with a robe in his pocket there is batik and kopyah carvings. They are getting ready to take pictures.

"get ready" said Dian aba and set herself between her husband and children. 

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The sound of camera shots is heard and produces a meaningful photo. The formal style is the position of Dian with Ustadz Alfi sitting on the sofa while Hamzah and Hafsah stand behind his parents. Then continued the freestyle that each hugged his handler. Hamzah hugged Uminya and Hafsah hugged Abinya. It seemed that each of them had a face similar to his handler hehehe…

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Assalamualaikum

hehe I am back...

Thank God this story is finally over... Hopefully make everything satisfied with the extra part

If there is a wrong word and writing, please forgive. I have permission to end the story of Ustadz Alfi and Dian. Sorry too if the plot is confusing for all readers...

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