They were saying their azkars. They prayed together, and he led the prayer. Ummi couldn't remember the last time she heard this mellifluous voice of his as he recite the holy Qur'an. She sometimes over heard it when he get late for the mosque, but most of the time, she doesn't.
He turned from the qibla and faced her. How she sat on the prayer mat; the pregnant women style made him chuckled softly. He moved close to her and bend over her stomach without even asking for a permission.
"Hey in there! Good morning! It's Abbi this time, you're used to your Ammi right? I'm sorry folk, will be here always now. Please forgive your Abbi." He was fondling her stomach as he talk, as if trying to awaken their growing bundle of joy that lives in her.
"Hey! Stop calling my child a folk! Say, you the
