LET ME BE HAPPY
chapter 27

Flashback...

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"Still nauseous huh?" fathan asked while massaging his wife's nape.

"Yes," replied Mila weakly.

Fathan took his wife to bed. He piled up several pillows so that his wife was comfortable to lean on. Fathan himself sat on the edge of the bed. Slowly his fingers moved massaging his wife's feet that looked swollen. Fathan really can't bear to see the condition of Mila who is rolled weak like this.

Mila's pregnancy age has entered the third trimester, but she still often nausea vomiting. Since the beginning of pregnancy, no intake of food other than rujak and mineral water that can be received in the stomach.

Just like pregnant women in general, Mila also has cravings. The cravings that Mila felt were not too strange. She just wanted to be hugged and smell the masculine scent that came out of her husband's body until he fell asleep. Otherwise, his sleep would have been restless the entire night. That's how it went from the beginning of pregnancy to the present.

The night is getting late. Silent, silent, silent, when everyone is asleep. Mila woke up hungry. In his dream, he was eating his favorite chicken porridge next to the orphanage. However, the distance between the city he currently lived in and the orphanage was very far. It takes about five hours to travel.

Mila tried to ignore her wish. However, when he closed his eyes, he had a similar dream, making Mila inevitably open her eyes. Never before had he had the desire to get carried away by dreams repeatedly.

"Mas, wake up." Mila shakes her husband's arm.

"Hm." Fathan squirmed lazily. It even further tightened his embrace.

"Mas, iiihh, wake up dong," whined Mila. She patted her husband's arm.

"What's the matter, honey?" asked Fathan with closed eyes.

"I'm hungry" Mila replied.

Sontak Fathan opened his eyes. He broke his embrace. Then he got out of bed and went to the kitchen. But he had not been able to turn the door handle, Mila had called him

"Mas, where are you going?" ask Mila.

Fathan stopped the movement of his hand that would touch the door handle. He looked at the wife who looked thinner.

"She's hungry. Hold on, Mas make the spice first," replied Fathan. He smiled at his wife.

"I don't want to eat Mas's food" Mila said.

Fathan stepped towards the bed. He sat down next to his wife. Dielusnya long mane of the wife full of affection.

"Keep what? Hmm," asked Fathan while trying to shake his wife's chin.

"I want to eat Mas chicken porridge" replied Mila.

"Chicken slurry? Wait a minute, honey, I woke up bi Eli first. The cooking usually only makes spice rujak, that's also since you were pregnant." Fathan pulled the wife's nose.

"Iiihh, what the hell is Mas. Sick to know," muttered Mila while she shook her husband's hand.

Fathan just laughed at his sullen wife. She thinks Mila looks so adorable. He rattled the hair of his wife.

"I don't want to make aunty, Mom." Mila held her husband's arm that was about to stand up.

"You want to make Mas? Honey, but Mas can't make chicken porridge" said Fathan.

"I don't want chicken porridge made by Mas" said Mila.

"So, who's the chicken porridge?" ask Fathan.

"I want chicken porridge bang Salim, next to the Mas parlor," said Mila with a sparkling face. Just imagining it, made him gulp down the saliva.

Fathan turned towards the nightstand. The clock shows at one o'clock in the night. He breathed slowly. It's still midnight, but his wife's cravings.

"Honey, it's still one o'clock at night" said Fathan, pointing to the clock on the nightstand.

"Yes I know, but I want it now" whined Mila.

"If you want it now, yes ask for it made by your aunt darling. If the buy in bang Salim it's a distance. Five hours drive. I don't want to, you hold hunger for too long. Moreover, said the doctor, you should not travel too far because your condition is very weak," explained Fathan.

"It's okay, '" said Mila.

Mila lays herself on Fathan's back. Eyes glazed. He also did not understand why he could want something like this. Usually he can always suppress his every wish if it is not too important.

Fathan breathed a long breath. The wife's back was shaking. He knew his wife was crying. He threw himself beside Mila and hugged her from behind.

"I'm sorry, honey" replied Fathan.

Mila bit her lower lip so that her stuffing was not heard by Fathan. However, it is useless because now her tears are increasingly broken hearing an apology from her husband.

"Every time and every time Mas always ask me, is there something I want to eat. However, I never wanted any food because it was useless. Every time all the food went into my stomach, I vomited it right away. Then now, it's my turn to want something, but Mas won't grant it" Mila said in a trembling voice.

Fathan turned his wife to face him. There were tears flowing endlessly from the wife's cheeks. He pecked the old woman's forehead that controlled his heart.

"Well, Mas will go alone, you wait here. Remember the doctor said, you should not be tired and travel too far. The chicken porridge will be warmed again here." Fathan kissed his wife's cheeks in a row.

"Mas, what the hell. Udah dong," protested Mila with red cheeks.

"Let no one miss" said Fathan.

"Who will miss." Mila is upset. Fathan just laughed at his grumbling but blushing wife.

"Darling, don't be naughty. Do not make Mother nausea and vomiting continue. Please take care of Mommy while you're gone. I love you both." Fathan stroked his wife's stomach and kissed her long ago.

Fathan got out of his sleep. He took his jacket and put it on. Don't forget your phone and wallet.

"Yes, Mas's leaving now, baby," said Fathan. Again, he clutched his wife's body, and kissed her forehead, cheeks, and lips long enough.

"Udah dong Mas, go there." Mila pushed the body of her husband who looked reluctant to take off her embrace.

"Be careful on the road" said Mila, who was only nodding by her husband.

The streets seem empty and empty. Because it was still midnight, so not a single vehicle passed by. Fathan drove his car at maximum speed to get to his destination. He didn't want to keep his wife waiting too long.

But suddenly there was a motor that passed, coming out of a small alley on the left of the road. Fathan slammed the steering wheel to the right. But unfortunately, because of the speed of the vehicle is very fast, Fathan can not control his vehicle.

Braaakk....