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"Zahra?"

I was stunned, shocked that Mas Ilham was already standing beside me as I stood up straight, leaning against the wall while looking down with his eyes closed. I cried in novelty, but it turned out that Mas Ilham was so sensitive that he knew of my existence eavesdropping behind the wall.

"Oh, Mas, sorry. I'm...."

"It's okay."

"I. I just...."

"Thank you to Umi because they trust you, come on?"

Ah, of course you are. I went straight into the room and sat on the floor, in front of my mother and in front of my mother-in-law. With all my will, I thank them for believing in me.

"Already, Nduk. Let's wake up, pregnant women can't be sad like this," said Umi.

As for my mother-in-law, she said, "Yes, pregnant women should be happy. Must be good at maintaining emotions, maintain health, so that the content is also healthy. Take good care of Umi's future grandchildren, huh?"

"Yes, Umi. Sure," I said. "When you take good care of the contents."

Both of my mothers smiled, they invited me to close the crying session and return to the kitchen. But before that, I interrupted, "If you want to talk to Mas Ilham for a while," I said asking for their understanding.

Yep, both understand. My mother and mother-in-law also agreed. They got out of their seats and went to the kitchen, leaving me and Mas Ilham both in the living room.

"What's up, Zahra? What do you want to talk about?" ask Mas Ilham.

But I shook my head. "Nothing" I said. "I just want to be hugged. I want to say thank you. Thank you for being so, the point is for everything. For all you have done for me. Thank you." Thank you." And now I'm slipping into his arms. Still crying haru with an overflow of happiness. Gently, Mas Ilham rubbed my head affectionately.

Oh, my fear has gone. The trust and moral support of all members of my inner family is a panacea for my heart, soul, and mind. On the contrary, the neighbors can certainly be ignored after this.

And, in the end after the minutes passed, after all the dishes were neatly arranged on the dining table and other eating utensils, the breaking time finally arrived.

Again I give thanks. It was so warm to be in the middle of my family. We break the fast with a happy feeling. Especially my mother-in-law. He was so enthusiastic that he kept filling my plate with food. It must be spent, he said, because it is a meal ration for two people: for a daughter-in-law and her third grandchild. He treated me the same way he treated Little Sister, his eldest daughter. So is our content, fair affection for his two future grandchildren whom he is looking forward to.

Mas Ilham so giggled because of the sentence of praise that I spewed. Praise words from contemporary and silly language.

"Yes, equally, dear," he said. "That's my duty. But now someone must apologize earnestly because he had dared to refute my orders."

Eh? About eavesdropping?

"I'm really sorry, Mom. I'm sorry, huh? I beg?"

Mas Ilham took off my arms from his waist, and then he turned to face me. With a firm grip on my hijab cloth behind my neck, Mas Ilham made me look up. Later then...

He bit my lips a little hard, resulting in the sweet pain I felt from the bite. "It's for the first time, so I'm sorry" he said. "But next time never repeat, or I'll punish you more than this."

"O yeah? What'sthat?" I was teasing - teasing him. "Something that...?"

Again, Mas Ilham giggled. "That's not punishment, honey. Where there are good and addictive punishments."

"Then, what?"

The answer is. He would lock me up all day in the room and would oblige me to teach until I gave up because of a super sore back and numb legs.

"Well, that's torture her name, Mas."

"That's why don't you ever argue with me. Never argue with your husband. Okay, Zahra?"

"Hehe." I grin. "Inshaallah will no longer. Thank you for...."

He whispered, "Thank you in a sweet way, Zahra. Hmm?"

O-ow...how...?