
The departure of Ningrat made the entire Village feel lost, because all this time Ningrat was so good to all of them.
After Ningrat's body was prayed and they together delivered it to the cemetery. After being buried for seven days and seven nights they held a study and fed the orphans and supported the poor.
One week after Ningrat's departure, Arya also held a do’a event together, in this event Arya deliberately invited orphans, poor people and abandoned children, and the, each of them gets two servings of packaged rice and one purse of money.
Anyone who comes, must get their share, fifty cooks have been prepared to provide packaged rice.
Sure enough, from sunrise to sunset, unceasingly the people who came were expecting their own share. For three days and three nights Arya served them all with pleasure.
Unmitigated, in the division of alms, Arya almost took out half his property. So Arya sincerely took it out, as alms for Father and Mother.
So many treasures were spent to give alms, but Arya still seemed calm, so many treasures were exhausted turned out to get a reply from the creator, the creator, the name of Arya that has not been famous among the community immediately soared.
Everyone talks about himself, who likes to donate and help others. Arya most heartless, if anyone comes begging in front of her house.
However, Arya is still Arya who has a soft nature and likes to donate, as well as his wife they are both equally noble heart.
Not feel the time continues to roll, the lives of both of them are getting more and more victorious, Arya can even pay so many employees, not because he is rich, not because he is rich, but all of the employees he hired were derelict and incapable people.
Must have been struggling with treasure, but they both have not been given the gift of children, Kenanga felt very anxious, she was afraid that one day Arya questioned her pregnancy.
That afternoon, Kenanga did not even want to come out of her room, it was immediately reported by her workers to Arya.
“Really?”
“Iya Den.”
“Now Neng is where Mang?”
“Still in his room Den.”
“Yes Allah, what happened to Kenanga, this morning before I went to work, she looks okay really, why all of a sudden she didn't come out of the room, huh?” arya asked herself.
“So, how is Den?”
“Alright, then I will go home Mang, Mamang please watch them work for a while.”
“Good Den,” replied Mang Burhan while standing where Arya was watching the workers.
Aryan's vast tea garden never made it difficult for him to keep an eye on the workers, without being watched they still work with their own consciousness.
In addition to the vast tea gardens, Arya has coconut and clove plantations and so many convenience stores that stand almost in every traditional market.
Upon Arya's arrival at home, she immediately rushed to meet Kenanga in the room.
“What's the matter, baby? are you sick?” arya asked with a feeling of worry.
Kenanga had to listen to what Arya asked her, but she remained silent. Feeling unsettled by Kenanga's attitude, Arya tries to approach her.
“What's the matter, baby? why is it like this?”
Then Kenanga hugged Arya's body tightly, it made Arya feel surprised by the attitude of his wife who suddenly changed it.
“Speak, what has stuck your heart? so you look so sad.”
“Didn't I ever want a baby to come between us?”
“Surely dear, sure. Who does not want a child, but if God has not pleaded what is wrong if we remain patient and pray.
Hearing the explanation from her husband, Kenanga's heart was a little relieved, she realized that Arya would not demand much about the descent on her.
“So Mas, will be patient, until God gives offspring to us?”
“Iya dear, you don't have to worry I won't demand much on you, you are happy and healthy, it has made me happy.”
Since that day, Kenanga seemed so cheerful, she often helped Arya keep an eye on the tea pickers in her garden.
Two months after that, Kenanga was in pain, she did not want to eat and did not want to leave the house. All the doors and windows were shut so tightly that no sunlight entered the room.
After a week of not leaving the house, Arya was worried, then she called a doctor to check on Kenanga. In accordance with the illness in Kenanga, the doctor also seemed to smile sweetly.
“I hurt what doc?” ask Kenanga to know.
“Mother doesn't hurt anything.”
“Haah, I didn't hurt anything, doc.”
“Iya Ma'am, I'm currently one month pregnant. Congratulations yes,” said the doctor congratulated Kenanga.
“Is that really doc?” ask Kenanga doesn't believe it.
“True ma'am. There's no way I'm lying isn't it?”
“Then, why am I so afraid of sun docks?”
“It was common in natural by Mothers who are pregnant Bu.”
“Really?”
“Iya Ma'am, later when the mother's womb has even three months old, such things will gradually disappear.”
“Ooo, so yes."
“Iya Bu.”
After finishing examining Kenanga, the doctor immediately came out of the room, outside Arya had been waiting anxiously, afraid that something would not happen to his beloved wife.
“How is my wife doing doc?” ask Arya impatiently.
“Alhamdulillah, the wife of Mr. healthy only kok.”
“Really? then why is he such a sick person?”
“My wife is currently pregnant.”
“What! my wife is pregnant doc?”
“True Sir, currently the age of the womb has only run one month, please Mr. take care of his health, give a lot of vegetables so that the baby in the womb remains healthy awake.”
“Good doc, fine,” replied Arya happy.
Because of how happy Arya immediately ran into the room, he hugged his wife's body gently.
“Finally, the fruit of our waiting succeeded dear, at this time it turns out you are pregnant.”
“Yes, Kang Mas.”
“Because it's our first baby, I suggest you don't go to the garden anymore to keep an eye on the workers. You take good care of this long-awaited baby dear.”
“Good Kang Mas,” replied Kenanga in a soft voice.
As her husband suggested, Kenanga did not go anywhere, she was always at home every day taking care of her growing content carefully.
After the age of Kenanga content entered the seventh month, Arya also held a seven-month event, they held do’a together and distributed alms for homeless people and poor people and orphans.
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