
Because of that happy feeling, Mas Ilham did not want to continue his sleep. He immediately prepared warm water for us to bathe, then waited for dawn and prayer, with a long time of thanksgiving. Then, before we left the place of prayer, he did not forget to hug me, then cupped my face and landed a warm kiss on my forehead.
"Bi promise, Abi will always try to make Umi and our children happy."
Ooohs... Mas Ilham's. So sweet once. If said young people today, uwuwnya kebangetan. But still, I giggled at her sentence which started again with the call of abi and umi. And that's one way to make me laugh. I happy.
"What do you want to eat? Let me make it. Hmm?"
I nodded, I wanted to laugh again. "I'm pregnant, Mas. Not that I'm sick," I said.
"OK, okay...."
"Em, let me cook. What do you want to eat?"
"I...." He seemed to think for a moment, then said, "Anything. Which can be eaten with you, and healthy for the baby dede."
Well, chicken soup, then, complete with potatoes and carrots. And, in addition to accompanying me, Mas Ilham helped me cook. He took part in a cut-up session of potatoes and carrots with a rather large size of cuts commonly done by women. Although I want to laugh, but I understand. With her willingness to keep me company, I felt lucky. Moreover, he was willing to help me. Plus, bribing me to eat dearly at the time we had breakfast.
"Dear."
"Emm? What's?"
"I want you to remember and prove my words. Listen, yeah. I promise, I will continue to pamper you, not only in this pregnancy of yours, in your next pregnancy I will also remain like this. I-i promise. You can hold my word, and prove my promise."
I'm nodding. "Including my fourth pregnancy? Hm? You want four kids."
"Em," he said, he nodded. "Although in the fourth pregnancy, I will remain a standby husband for you, and be a super abi for our children. I promise."
Oh, that's so sweet my husband. She made this pregnancy a very happy time for me. Like he said, he'll always be on standby. He's the one who asked me to check the contents directly that afternoon. To make sure I was pregnant, a normal, healthy pregnancy. Seeing the spirit of Mas Ilham, I immediately dressed to go to the hospital.
"Are you sure you want to ask me to check the contents?"
"Yes. Why why anyway? How are you doing that?"
"It's okay, anyway." I said with a cry. "I thought.. emm. I mean.. hospitals here are expensive."
Practically, Mas Ilham glared, followed by my laughter that immediately broke. I chuckled because I managed to tease him.
"On the health of my wife and child, I will not count, you know...!"
Iiii.. gemes...! He approached me so that the agenda to the hospital was delayed for a while because Mas Ilham invited me to overlap on the sofa. I mess up my clothes. But I'm happy. Most importantly, we checked my uterus into the hospital. Thank God I am pregnant. With my history of having miscarriages after an accident, the doctor prescribed a booster medication for me, and a number of other vitamins. Not to forget also a number of good doctor-style chastises for both of us.
Yep, I know, without the need to be ordered by other parties, Mas Ilham will certainly make me and his future son happy. Let alone my thoughts about my cravings, he even happily took me for a walk almost every day.
He's the best husband. And I'm very lucky to have it. He's amazing.