Binding, Binding Promise

Binding, Binding Promise
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Love is a choice you make from moment to moment.


Love is a choice we make, then we decide for ourselves between choosing to survive or give up on one heart. When the heart begins to be lulled into the beautiful charm that emanates from a figure that is admired, then by all means the heart will find its way in order to be together with the figure that shifts its focus. And that's what Zain has been doing for the past nine months. His world only focused on Yuna Dinata. In the morning when he started to open his eyes, all he was looking for was Yuna. And when he fell asleep, in his dream there was only Yuna, it might be true that people say that life without love is like an unexpected garden, or rather life feels bland without a partner nearby.


Nine months have passed since Mommy threatened Zain, without even threatening the man will always be next to his precious wife, what else he is waiting for the arrival of their baby, nine months felt like seven lives, Zain even planned to do anything with his son later.


"Dear, sorry." Zain spoke while stomping Yuna's legs which this kick suddenly swelled up. He stared at the shady Netra Yuna with teary eyes. There is happiness and sadness too.


"I didn't know pregnancy would be this heavy. Every night Yuna I can't move around freely. Not only is it difficult to move, this pregnancy left my Yuna in a daze." Zain ducked, his hands at Yuna's feet moving slowly.


"No need to apologize, I'm happy with all this." Yuna held onto Zain's shoulder, her thin lips carving out a charming smile. Yuna did not lie, she was very happy since knowing in her there was another life.


"I can't walk as fast as I used to, even if there was a snake under my feet, I would step on it because I couldn't see it. But you know what's happier for us women?" Yuna asked, she cupped Zain's moody face.


"Everything we do is worship. Serving husband, worship. When pregnant, worship. When giving birth, breastfeeding, weaning, and caring for our children, all of that counts as worship.


And you know what else is a woman's virtue? The Prophet said that the devotion of each child should be extended to his mother compared to his father. You know why? Because a woman is noble, she is precious, and with her pleasure a child can gain heaven.


And I know all the good I will get as long as I sincerely live it all. Then how can I complain for all that kindness?" Yuna raised Zain's chin, she looked at the blue netra with a loving look.


There was no reply from Zain other than a sense of pride in his wife. He kissed Yuna's head and slipped Yuna's hair behind her ears.


"I promise I will take good care of Umma, will not trouble him until Baba comes home." This time Yuna imitated the voice of the little boy, she tightly grasped Zain's fingers. The sweet smile and beautiful charm of Yuna Dinata always manages to rattle the chest of a Zain De Lucca.


Seduced! That kind of feeling that Zain always felt when dealing with Yuna, being tempted with his own wife was an incredible gift, different from being tempted by other heart owners, it was just named by a great calamity layered in happiness for a moment of no benefit.


"Are Umma sure I can go, now?" Zain asked, but his heart and mind prevented him from leaving. His feet were heavy to step on.


"Mm!" Yuna's reply was brief.


Zain again floated his warm kiss on the top of Yuna's head. After that he actually left Yuna alone in their room which was near the stairs.


"Ben, the information you got about the client we're meeting this afternoon is it valid? I don't want to take any chances, anything else to work with the mafia." Zain asked as soon as he arrived at the front door.


Aaaa!


Just as Zain was at the door, his footsteps came to a halt after hearing a loud shout coming from the area of his room. And Zain was sure it was Yuna's voice.


Like a bolt of lightning in broad daylight, Zain's body freezes, he is terrified, and with all his might he starts running towards his room followed by Ben behind him. Do not ask again how much fear, fear emanated clearly on the handsome face of Zain who looks starting to turn pale.


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