
Happiness was increasingly radiated from the faces of Kenanga and Arya, because soon, the baby they had been waiting for would soon be born into the world.
Surely a few months later, when the age of the womb Kenanga entered Nine months and twelve days then she felt like giving birth.
When everyone was sleeping soundly, Kenanga's stomach suddenly felt so painful, a pain that could not be imagined with all kinds of delusions. Kenanga looked hysterically screaming on the bed.
Arya was confused, then she ordered Mang Ujang to call the doctor who had been handling Kenanga's pregnancy.
Got an order from his employer, that night Mang Ujang also went to pick up the doctor who had been handling Kenanga content.
“Tok, tok, tok…! Assalamu’alaikum,” greet Mang Ujang while knocking on the door from the outside.
Hearing the sound of the door being knocked from the outside, dr. Anita immediately looked at the clock hanging on the wall of her practice room.
“Hm..at three, who comes yes, these nights?” ask dr. Anita to herself.
Not wanting to guess, doctor Anita immediately rushed to the door, but before the door was opened, dr. Anita had to make sure first who came in the middle of the night.
“Who's out?” ask dr. Anita in a loud voice.
“Mamang Bu doctor.”
“Mamang, Whose mamang?”
“Mang Ujang Bu doctor, Bu Kenanga.”
“Ooo, Mang Ujang, what is Mang, does Bu Kenanga want to give birth?”
“True Ma doctor, currently Bu Kenanga has been screaming with pain."
“Alright, then, Mamang wait here, let me take the medicine box first into.”
“Good ma'am doctor,” replied Mang Ujang while waiting for Anita doctor with great fret.
After Dr. Anita finished packing, she walked out of her house and made sure the door was properly locked.
“Mari Mang Ujang.”
“Mari Bu doctor,” replied Mang Ujang while walking behind the woman.
“Udah from what time does Mang hurt?” ask dr. Anita wants to know.
“Mamang do not know the doctor, when Mamang can order from Den Arya, Mamang immediately went to the doctor's house.
“Ooo, so yes.”
Upon the arrival of the two of them in front of the luxurious house, Mang Ujang immediately invited dr. Anita to go inside.
“Where is the current state of Mother Sir?” ask dr. Anita to Arya.
“Looks like he was in so much pain once doc.”
“Then, let me check first yes, Sir.”
“Good doc, please.”
Please allow dr. Anita checked the condition of his wife, Arya seemed to be sitting restless at the door.
“Pak Arya!”
“I Bu.”
“Come.”
“Good Bu.”
“Bu Kenanga, was about to give birth, so I asked someone to help me to get warm water.”
“Good Bu.”
After four hours of betting life, between life and death, Kenanga finally gave birth safely. The house that had seemed silent and gripping, then shocked by the cry of a very strong baby. The sound of his voice echoed in every corner of the room.
When the baby's voice was heard echoing, all the employees immediately congratulated Arya Diningrat. Even a sweet smile seemed to be on its back from her thin lips. The words of thousands do’a unceasingly came out of his lips.
“Congratulations Sir, baby girl.”
“Alhamdulillah, thank you Bu.”
“Iya equally, Sir.”
With tears in her eyes, Arya kissed the little baby for the first time.
“The baby is beautiful Den, it looks like similar to Neng Kenanga.”
“Sure, dong Mang. Beautiful baby time similar to his Father.”
“Hahaha..!” the sound of laughter broke out when their mood was happy.
How happy Aryan heart at that time, day and night he was always busy taking care of the little baby. There must be no Kenanga told Arya, but Arya still helps Kenanga in taking care of her baby.
Every time he finished bathing, Arya always took the time to invite Lastri to take a walk in the park behind his house. While breathing fresh air in the morning, Arya taught a lot of things to her little daughter.
It was with more attention that Sulastri finally grew into a healthy and strong child, the more days of agility and intelligence graced his innocent thinking. Arya slowly began to teach him various things.
It does not feel like time continues, along with that, Sulastri also grows healthy and smart. When she was just entering two years, it turned out that the memory of pregnant a second child.
Their hearts were very happy, because they did not think at all, God gave more confidence to their families.
As usual, that morning the air was very cool, the sound of birds chirping was very melodious, between the whirring of the wind and the gurgling of running water. From behind the window of her room, Kenanga looked out.
On the front page, Sulastri was playing with Tini and Mang Ujang, Kenanga smiled happily. Sometimes she turned her head down, gently petting the baby in her womb.
“Honey soon you will be born into this world to accompany your Brother, but remember the message Mother dear, do not ever you two separate, whatever the reason. You guys have to support each other,” muttered Kenanga slowly.
A few months later, Kenanga gave birth to her second daughter safely to this world.
Since the birth of Maryati, the business managed by Arya is growing rapidly, at the age of two months, Arya has benefited doubled from the sales.
“Honey, I feel since Maryati was born, my efforts have increased rapidly, from the results of my sales so far, I have doubled in profit in just about two boos.”
“True, Kang Mas.”
“True dear.”
Hearing her husband's words, Kenanga seemed to be silent, because according to the line of sustenance that goes down, if one day we get sustenance beyond our estimation, then for the next we will get a minimum of it, it can even cause us to go bankrupt.
“Why silence dear?” ask Arya wonder.
“If in these two months Kang Mas get more sustenance, meaning for the next, Kang mas will get less than that, or maybe there will also be sustenance that will be revoked Allah.”
“What do you mean dear, I don't understand.”
“Ah, Mas, do not need to be discussed, later you are reluctant to try again.”
“Ah this you, want to nakutin Kang Mas ya?”
“I'm serious Kang Mas.”
“Serious what's dear? sok tau you!”
Actually what Kenanga said is not wrong, because that is what the ancestors told you before, but they both must be sure that the meeting, death and sustenance have been arranged by God.
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