
In the morning around nine Zidane returned home because it turned out there were some files that were left behind. Arriving at home he went straight to his desk and took the necessary files and rushed out. Arriving in the living room was surprised to see the wife sitting while wiping tears.
Zidane approached Isyana trying to check if his wife was crying. It turned out that Isyana was currently mewek.
"Darling why are you?" Look at Zidane in the eyes of his wife.
"It's okay Mas" replied Isyana while wiping her tears with a tissue.
"If it's okay why cry?" asked Zidane.
"Mas Syasa can it be?" Zidane stared fixedly at his wife's face, tumben want nanya aja still ask permission he thought. But did he have anything wrong so his wife cried as much as that. Yes he could have done a little thing that made his wife cry because lately Isyana is a bit sensitive. Maybe it was her pregnancy that made her that way.
"What do you want, baby?" zidane asked gently with caution.
"If one day Syasa dies what would Mas do?" Zidane frowned at his wife's question. However, it was momentarily noticed what Isyana was watching on her phone.
It turned out that Isyana was watching a video of the artist couple who are now horrendous to the public because of her death which is really as lively as ever. The video showing their romance during his life made Isyana a baper when the artist's husband who said he would rather die too if the wife died because he could not live without his wife that's. At once Isyana was saddened to remember their sudden death. Zidane then took the phone and immediately turned it off so that his wife did not grieve anymore.
"Mas would want to get married again, yes" he guessed because Zidane had not yet answered his question. It turned out that Isyana wanted her husband to say the same thing as the artist's husband.
"What's the love for talking about death?"
"Jawab it's Mas, don't bother," he said with a frown.
Seeing his wife who pursed Zidane's lips could not bear to pinch the lips.
"What the hell is this wife of mine? Death cannot be asked, dear. Yes although death is always close to us but if not the time will not happen. True love doesn't have to end with each other's death. But Mas promised that if you leave first, Mas will not marry again until Mas is also called by the almighty. But if I could ask God, I just want if it comes to time later hopefully Mas who was called first because Mas does not know how to educate our children while you have seen yourself can educate the twins well even without it." Zidane also came to imagine himself will part with the wife, there are tears dripping in the corner of his eyes.
"What the hell is that talking about? Let's hope we live a long life so that we can nemenin our children grow up." Isha stood up and hugged her husband.
Zidane also took his wife. "Amin darling. May God allow us to age together. If necessary until we see our children happy later with their respective partners and we get grandchildren from them."
"Amen. Already, you're not back at the office?"
"Later my heart is still chaotic talking about death. Mas will ask the driver to deliver this file first."
Isyana nodded. "Creating to drink first, Mas." Isyana offered herself.
"Don't be a pity, let's go for a walk in the garden." Isyana nodded, Zidane then took his wife's hand around the park around the house just want to forget the conversation earlier.
Isyana. "The ice cream has all been provided. Mas ngeselin ah time bought the same refrigerator?"
Isyana is almost every day asking for ice cream so Zidane took the initiative to buy with his refrigerator so that every day he did not have to bother going out of the house but instead his sales will come to his residence to fill ice cream when the stock runs out.
At first, his obstetrician suggested that he consume ice cream because according to the doctor, the baby in Isyana's womb is small not according to his age because at that time Isyana could not eat much and often vomit his food. But after Isyana was not nauseous anymore and ***** his food is now increasing even he could not let go of his habit of consuming ice cream. Until Laras warns her to stop eating ice cream for fear that the baby will grow up inside and Isyana is difficult to give birth later. But Zidane always said 'It's okay later if Syasa is not strong to push we just cesarean'.
"What's that gas?" isyana asked pointing to a place on the fence in layers. Apparently the woman just realized there is a place now because the distance is indeed a bit far.
"Oh that's Papa's pet bird, '" Zidane said.
"Can I come in Mas? I'm gonna take a look around."
"In the meantime I'm asking for the same key Mr. Agus first." Zidane then went to the place of Mr. Agus who trusted Alberto to take care of the birds.
Once the key is in he can immediately open the lock and take his wife inside. "Come in, baby!" bring him. Isyana followed Zidane from behind. Up inside he was amazed to see his beautiful pet bird in-laws, the feathers are colorful and the sound of melodious increasingly beautify the place.
But unfortunately of all the birds that have good feathers and beautiful colors Isyana even more interested in pigeons that have simple feathers. Suddenly, his saliva almost dripped.
"Why baby?" reprimanded Zidane who saw his wife staring strangely at the bird.
"It looks good Mas if it's made into satay," he pointed at the dove while swallowing his saliva.
"That's Papa's beloved bird, dear" Zidane said, scratching his head.
"I think I was wrong to bring Syasa here" Zidane said.
"Maybe Mas like the bird is not as beautiful as the others, surely Papa would not mind if we satay. Please tell Papa that his grandson wants to sate that bird."
Zidane scratched his nape. "I'll talk to Papa."
"Thank you Mas, Dedek must love his father later because he always tried to fulfill his wishes." Isyana smiled happily while Zidane suddenly became dizzy thinking about how to persuade mister Alberto. Because in addition to the bird that is the favorite bird of his father, the bird is a rare type of bird and especially the price is fantastic because it has won several races.
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