"The sky is so cloudy, like the heart that looks right now. Restless and restless in waiting for the ideal lover doesn't come to say hello," Khadijah thought on the balcony of her house, she imagined the figure of Rumi, the man she always mentioned in her prayers.
Khadijah recalled the incident two days ago when she was taken to the hospital, she felt very cool when she was near her. She wanted time to stop between him and him.
"O Allah, I really want it if Mas Rumi becomes my lover, but I don't want to destroy his faith with this love," Khadijah muttered.
A knock on the door from outside her room, she walked away.
"Uh, at this hour, who is it that bothers me while dreaming of my future imam," Khadijah muttered.
Khadijah opened the door to her room slowly.
*
"Arrgh, Word!!!" Aisyah groaned in pain, the amniotic fluid began to break, considering the age of her pregnancy.
