A Little Hope For Ashma
40. Anna uhibbuka

Ashma's brown eyes radiated a glitter of light from the blue ceiling which she looked at with a feeling of awe. He stands among the splendor of His miraculous paintings.

"Subhanallah," admiration remained perched in his head, not diminished in the least.

He had friends, it was the birds dancing and flying around the towering pine tree, not far from there was also the sound of soothing water gurgling. River, there is a river with clear waters, in it there are some small fish that live there, there, it was all close to the little house that belonged to the Adam family before they moved to a more magnificent place and forgot this fantastic world, it was a pity.

Everything was too beautiful to be seen by the naked eye, this was so incredible that Ashma was speechless, he was only able to express his admiration for God how extraordinary this real painting that He had created was.

Her beautiful smiling face became a free spectacle for Adam. The girl, ah not the woman who became his wife looked very free, like a bird that escaped from the snare of prey, and she was the predator who had hunted her.

But it's for Ashma's safety, for her baby too. He also does not know if this step is correct or not, which is clear after making sure everything later has been safe he promised to return Ashma where he should have lived.

Adam has been selfish, letting the woman heal herself when it turns out she also has a big wound.

Adam knew his parents were gone, he once told her with a miserable cradle, but at the time he was too busy with his selfishness.

Last night in the hospital, she found out that both her parents died tragically and this is what Adam did not know. His father became a victim of Zionist cruelty and his mother died by ending his life, complete already suffering Ashma all along. Adam got the information from Jhon because he told him to look for Ashma's family background.

Adam regretted ignoring his pain, he had taken away the happiness he had been fighting for all this time just because of his obsession to keep the woman from the results of his actions.

But this fool still wants Lily, she's still in his heart but Ashma is in his grasp. Adam was greedy, he could not choose and he loved both.

"Let's go inside, you have to rest a lot!" Adam brought a small body with a swollen stomach into his home as a child, before his family jaya.

Inside it is so simple but makes it safe, his feelings also become a reminder of the simplicity of his Father and Mother in Palestine. For the sake of God Ashma longs, longs for the days when he can see them embracing him, carrying little hands Ashma to jump in the grasp of their two hands.

"Here you are safe!" The whisper of Adam in Ashma's ear, made him amused and immediately looked at Adam who was staring at him with my eyes.

"I didn't expect there to be such a place, so beautiful and quiet. This was my dream since childhood, I did not expect that fantasy to come true!" he said he was excited too happy, he to remove his tears that were as clear as diamonds.

Adam took Ashma to sit in a chair made of teak wood, it was his only precious relic, the rest of Adam has renovated and replaced some parts that are not worth to look at and use.

Adam opens the window so that fresh air enters, Ashma is not too disturbed because in fact he enjoys a small cradle from the wind that blows his hijab around.

"I've kept my promise to bring my wife here" Adam wiped a tear in Ashma's eye. He said a puzzling thing, Ashma grinned incomprehensibly.

"What do you mean, Mama?"

Adam pinched his cheeks in a fit of anxiety, they grew a little like Ashma's swollen belly but not by much.

"I promised a long time ago that if I was married, I would bring my wife here"

"Me, did you bring here?"

"Hmm, uh,"

"then Lily?"

"No, he never got here. You, just you now as my wife!"

"The only one?"

"Hm,

"really?

"Yes Ashma

"I'm not sure!

"You are the first woman I brought here, what is less clear!"

"Really right?"

"I'm not per-"

Adam silenced Ashma with a sweet kiss on her lips that were a little dry, the woman was talking too much but It was too sweet until Adam did not want to stop and instead deepened it even more, they enjoy being accompanied by a breeze that makes their faces tickle.

They drifted into the air as they began to feel each other's emotions. Like a dreamy symphony on the air, like the most romantic show on the earth, there are only two of them and a thousand hearts that watch their mother and father love each other.

When their wits almost craze suddenly the baby sulked, it was like moving in it even though it was just a small shock and so fast.

"What's wrong?" asked Adam who was forced to take off his pagutan, where could he see Ashma grimacing while he continued to enjoy.

"No, it's just that I feel some movement from inside here" Ashma pointed at his stomach, Adam was fixed on the flatulence and he brought his ears closer to hear what the commotion was like inside.

Adam smiled slightly, not expecting inside there to sound violent. Adam then kissed her full of love.

"In addition to the baby who is struggling it turns out you are also hungry, right?" Adam asked her anxiously, Ashma threw away his embarrassed face, yes he was indeed a little hungry.

"When you rest here, I will make you food," Adam rose from his seat to step into the kitchen. Ashma instead of staying where she followed made Adam sigh.

Ashma noticed that strapping back that was cooking, it was funny to wear an apron, ah no he was so cool.

Ashma felt a longing feeling of love, yes she had fallen in love with the man who became her husband, the father of the baby.

He knew, he would never be able to reach his wish for the man to turn his head and look at his love, repaying him with a sincere feeling, it would never be possible.

He did not care how much he wanted to turn away, the man could not be thrown away just like that, he was a bully and a masterful instigator with all forms of attention and his dangerous sweet words.

One day he will love Adam for his love. He gave his heart to the man completely only for him, giving for his happiness on the side of the one he loved even though he was not, but for God's sake until that day comes Ashma will try to hold his chest.

"Adam" called Ashma in a small voice as if stuck in the throat.

Adam kept hearing but the voice was soft and pitiful, he immediately turned away from his cooking to look at Ashma's face.

There, the woman smiled warmly at him with tear-stained eyes.

Adam immediately approached her after putting out the fire. He sat next to Ashma with a face wondering, "Why are you crying?"

Ashma was silent, she was exploring the blue eyes that were like the sky, seemingly calm but dangerous inside.

"Why?" Adam questioned her again with a strange feeling lingering in his heart. The woman tried to shake her mind.

Ashma did not want to talk until Adam took action to reach for his wife's little chin. "You want something? Cravings huh?"

Ashma again did not answer, he even grabbed Adam's body making the master stunned. Adam returned his wife's embrace with his head still confused.

Maybe pregnant women are indeed sensitive feelings so seeing Ashma who suddenly cries like this makes it even more understanding that changes in the atmosphere towards pregnant women are very easy to happen.

As Dr. Miranda said, pregnant women should not be stressed and many thoughts that can affect the baby because he was inside there to feel what the mother felt.

"Hug me as long as you want" he said with a gentle swipe on his wife's back.

"Bag,"

"Hmm, uh,"

"Ana uhibbuka please, Mas!"

Those sacred words came from Ashma's mouth in the midst of the warm embrace of the two. Adam certainly knew the meaning of Ashma's words, he could only fall silent with blood that was sighing violently.

He really loves this asshole.

#TBC