Honey Contract My Husband
Part 34's. Mother Nabilah

A week later, Jihan was allowed to go home. During that time, it was not absent for a Narendra to remain by his side as only that man was able to calm Jihan down when the woman was unstable with her emotional control.

On the way home, Cliantha who was in charge of carrying a car, while in the back seat sat two couples who had just waded through marriage since a few weeks ago. They were calm in their sitting positions that were clinging to each other.

"Is there something you want to buy?" Narendra asked Jihan on the way.

"Nothing, sir," said the young woman, shaking her head which was leaning on Narendra's shoulder.

Cliantha, as the first wife could only look at the two from the front mirror of her car, how she felt when she saw Narendra let her fingers be grasped by Jihan and played at will by the woman.

"Sir, can I buy a mango that tastes sweet. It feels good to be juiced or eaten in the cold" said Jihan suddenly, but Cliantha had almost turned her car around at the gate of the area where they lived.

"Cia, do you mind if we turn back to the supermarket?"

"Cia?" Cliantha's brows furrowed, she preferred when her husband called out 'honey' rather than her little name, even more so when she would be asked for help. Supposedly, the word 'honey' is something that should not be absent from Narendra's mouth when the man needs Cliantha's help.

However, of course the woman does not mind at all, because it is the perminataan pregnant women. Let's just say the woman who is with her husband is cravings and must obey if she does not want her child to be upset later.

"Which "supermarket? Here or near central park?" Ask Cliantha when her car is close to the nearest supermaket.

"Here alone, Ma'am," said Jihan made the best decision because Claintha was ready to pull the car over.

Just ten minutes they walked down the fruit stalls in the super market, Jihan's legs were tingling and said if her stomach tightened.

"You can't walk too long" said Narendra, looking at Jihan's bluish legs without knowing what caused it.

Then, all eyes looked at Cliantha who was both staring at them alternately. It was as if the eyes of the two men said that they were hoping that Cliantha would find the mango that Jihan meant.

"All right, let me find it. Any kind of mango, right, Han?" ask the good-hearted woman.

Jihan nodded, "If you can that kind of lalijiwo, Ma'am," followed him by requesting the type of mango he wanted.

"Yes, I try," said Cliatha who had walked some way to leave them in the middle of the supermarket.

When choosing the fruit and looking for the kind that Jihan wanted, it felt like someone was greeting her from a distance. However, repeatedly his neck turned to the right and back, not a single eye was fixed on him.

"It's just my feeling" she wrote to herself.

"Cia, you're Cia, right? Mommy call me to be quiet?" Unexpectedly, from the left came a woman who patted his shoulder.

Cliantha was stunned for a moment, she tried to make sure that in front of her was the mother of her husband, "Mother Blade? Mother how are you? Sorry, Bun, Cia did not hear clearly when Mother called," said the woman politely kissed her hands and hugged the mother of her husband.

"When are you back?" Ask the son-in-law who knows if the in-law has been in the USA for a long time because of work.

"Yesterday, this is his intention to go to your house. Want to meet you and Narendra," said Nabilah–, a middle-aged woman, the biological mother of Narendra.

The woman was in a daze like she was looking for something, "You're here alone? Where is he, son?"

"Yes, the kid. Who else is it?" Nabila answered.

Cliantha was silent, she didn't want her mother-in-law to know that Narendra was here right now, but with her other wife as well.

"Mas Rendra has a job. Cia himself, Bun. Just want to go for a walk," replied the daughter-in-law and once became her nephew.

"The mother's son's path, later let me hit him let his wife shop alone in the supermarket," nabilah comments while carrying a large mango into the air as if to throw the fruit into his son's face in front of his eyes.

Cliantha looked down on Nabilah's actions, as if she knew something was hidden from her daughter-in-law. Nabilah was suspicious, "You're not fighting, are you?" Ask Nabilah to investigate and try to look at the woman who has beautiful eyes.

"No, Mommy. Where does mother live? Let Cia come visit,"

"Near, really, around here. What else would you like to buy? Only mangoes? And that much?" It was Nabilah who was astonished to see many mangoes entering the shopping trolley Claintha, the same type of mango in large quantities.

"Oh yeah, Mommy just remembered that you were pregnant, huh?"

Cliantha flinched, "Mother knows where?"

"Your mother said. How happy he was to tell me this news, and so am I, my dear. My once small and chatty little girl is about to become a mother. Congratulations, yes," Nabilah rubbed Cliantha's head and remembered her young niece's rumile and much-behaved childhood.

"Mother didn't expect, son, that you would be the mother of my granddaughter. Tabarakallah," Nabilah kissed the left side of Cliantha's head.

"Yeah, Mommy's coming home, you guys want to stop by." Take Nabilah.

"Eh, Bun. What's his name, hem. No, no, no," nervously Cliantha's looking for an excuse. Obviously, the state of the house is not ready to welcome the mother if Narendra, Jihan, and workers have not been briefed on what they should do when the arrival of relatives.

"Hey, you mean, can't Mother come to your house?" Ask Nabilah.

"No! No, Mommy. Not like that, it's just. Hem... After this, Cia will go to work, while Mas Rendra is outside. In a quiet house, Mother is alone. What if you come in the afternoon? Cia's gonna pick you up, huh? Mommy can stay overnight if Mommy wants, please...." Pinta Claintha, he who gave a reason at length made Nabilah interpret another of the reasons his son-in-law gave.

Afraid that the in-laws would not believe her long and wide reasons, Cliantha could only beg that Nabilah would not visit her home at that time.

"Bun, Please...." Pinta Claintha.

"Okey, tell Mommy, yes, if you're home. Do not over time ngabarinnya, later the hunt Mother flew again to the USA," kelakar Nabilah who never run out of joking material.

"Thank you, Bun. Later tonight let Cia make a special dinner menu for Mother, I Love You, Bun!" said the woman kissed the cheek of the in-law as well as the tantenya.

Cliantha's passing, Nabilah looked at the boy's back and found a great suspicion of his attitude just now.

"Something she's covering up for me, but what? May my son and daughter-in-law be well" Nabilah's inner voice saw Cliantha passing away.

Seriate....