Loving Husband Interlude
68. Indemnify

Najwa's stomach was already enlarged, just waiting for a matter of days she would give birth. That's an estimate according to the calendar of pregnancy provisions, but it can not be made a benchmark of right or wrong. Because most mothers give birth always misses.

Najwa was mopping the floor while squatting, because it was recommended by his midwife. At first, Arsenic felt strange. But he let his wife do that so that her delivery was smooth and the baby could find his own way out of Najwa's womb.

"Dek, if you see that adek brother so pity. Why must mop squatting so anyway" said Arsyil.

"Let's bang, the midwife has also suggested that the birth canal is smooth. Yes this is how, mopping with crouching, or prostration made long" said Najwa finish mopping the front floor.

"Yes, but my brother didn't want to see it. Udah, my brother who mopped the floor. There's a lot of sweat, it's quite deck" said Arsyil.

"Yes the hell bang, long time so tired too" said Najwa.

He also put a lap to mop, in the same continued Arsyil. Najwa was sitting on a chair while stroking her suddenly cramped stomach, she groaned. Making Arsyil turn to her and approach her.

"Why deck? She wants to get out?" arsyil asked worriedly, holding his wife's stomach.

"Just cramp it up, maybe he'll change his position again" replied Najwa still stroking his stomach.

"Do I need to go to the midwife again?" ask Arsyil.

"Do not, it is often a little cramp. Don't worry, if the pain continues it must be a sign of giving birth" said Najwa to calm her husband.

"Abang worry deck, fear adek feel pain and pain continue when brother is not at home" said Arsyil.

"Oh yes, the garden has been thought to be planted what bang?" ask Najwa.

"There are two, though. Yes even though the land is small, but later the system overlaps. Let's give each other some food, or it could be a bit of fertilizer" Arsyil said.

"Hemm, that's good. But it costs a lot, doesn't it? Adek still have savings if you need a lot of capital" said Najwa again offer.

"Gga need to deck, if vegetables really do not need a lot of capital. Most buy seeds and fertilizer anyway, money adek save first yes. Later if you need it, you borrow it" said Arsyil with a smile.

"So, the money ain't in bang?" ask Najwa.

"Later, if you really need. Now you still have money, be patient" said Arsyil. He smiled and then kissed his wife.

Najwa smiled, and she wanted to help her husband. But Arsyil still kekeh not want to use it even though the way to reject it subtly.

Being relaxed and nice sitting together, there was the sound of a car stopping in the yard of Arsyil's house. Both of them turned to the door, looking like a bright red sedan car.

One man gets out of the car, Najwa and Arsyil know who he is. Azam, he came to Arsyil's house.

"The kitchen was a bang, wanted to cook" said Najwa.

"Yes the deck" said Arsyil.

He knew his wife was still upset with Azam, rising to the front door.

"Assalamu aleikum."

"Wa aleikum salam."

Azam stood up, Arsyil approached and greeted his friend.

"Look Zam" said Arsyil.

"Thank you, Shil" said Azam.

Azam came in, he looked around the house. Not knowing what to look for, Arsyil knew what Azam was looking for.

"The najwa in the kitchen is cooking. Sit down, Zam." said Arsyil.

"Yes, thank you Syil."

He sat down, Arsyil sat down. Both were silent, but Arsyil got up again and went to the kitchen to get a drink to treat Azam. He did not want to force Najwa to drink, because his wife was upset with Azam.

Before long Arsyil came carrying drinks in a tray with snacks in a small jar.

"Najwa's stomach is big, so he can't bring a drink here. Afraid of stumbling, because the road is slow" said Arsyil gave reasons so that Azam was not disappointed.

"Yes, so it's not the birth yet?" ask Azam.

"Not yet, just count the days said the midwife anyway." replied Arsyil.

"You want to give birth in a midwife?"

"Yes, it's close to my house. Oh yeah, what are you here for?" ask Arsyil.

"I came here to apologize, Shil for the burning of your printing press. Really, I didn't tell my secretary to burn it down. He did it himself, maybe he thinks I'm happy because I have been able to get the land next to your printing house and all your printing land" Azam said.

"I gave it away, Zam." replied Arsyil.

"I know, you're not going to make all the business long. But I still feel guilty and uneasy about Najwa and her brother. A week ago you came to my house" said Azam.

"Exposed to your house? Want what?" ask Arsyil wonder.

Arsyil was silent, in his heart feeling grateful that his best friend had been aware of his obsession with Najwa.

"He said nothing, only he told me to always love my wife. That's it." Azam said again.

Arsyil thins his lips, imagining a wise talk to Azam. He knew that with those words there was a great deal of deep meaning. Humble herself to come to the house of Azam for a harmonious life for her son and also her former daughter-in-law. So that no one will get revenge on each other.

"Thank God, I'm glad to hear it. Abah is very wise" said Arsyil.

"Yes, I feel ashamed of Shil. Feeling low and feeling so guilty that you want to come to see me at home" Azam said again.

"It's okay, he's very soothing. Calm and authoritative, not much to say." said Arsyil praising his in-laws.

"Yes, that's why. I now apologize to you and Najwa for the incident on the roadside, I apologize to you Shil" said Azam.

"Yes, I've forgotten it."

"Also, the fire problem. I want to replace the loss, no matter how much loss you experience. I'll replace it, Shil." said Azam.

"No matter how Zam, it's yours too" said Arsyil.

"No Syil, I still have to take responsibility. Mine is nothing, and I have to replace the loss. Do you want me to get the printing up again in that place?" ask Azam.

"No, right now I want to change my profession to be a farmer. My father had land, though not great. I'll manage it." said Arsyil.

"You want to be a farmer?"

"Yes, take advantage of the land owned by the late father first" said Arsyil.

"Then, what compensation money should I transfer to your account only Syil. It's up to you to use it for what, but that land did you just let it go?" ask Azam.

"I don't know, if it's to pay for your capital just take Zam, the land" said Arsyil.

"I've canceled cooperation with the client who asked to be searched for the land. And Maya has also fired me, she I gave bail to the police. Do you mind?" ask Azam.

"It's up to you Zam, I'm not demanding anything. I've let it go." said Arsyil again.

"Alright, I'll transfer the money to your account. Don't reject Shil, I will continue to feel guilty for you. Because I will continue to hate your wife" Azam said with a bitter smile.

Arsyil was silent, he had tried to advise Najwa not to be angry continue with Azam. But it did take some time, and Azam came to the house to compensate for the fire. Indeed Arsyil should accept it, so that Najwa is not upset continue with Azam.

"All right, I accept. Hopefully the money can ease Najwa's frustration with you" said Arsyil with a wide slump.

Azam also smiled, of course a wife will continue to defend her husband. Whoever it is makes her husband so bad though.

"Yes, thank you. And forgive me once again, also tell Najwa. I'm sorry to her, because her husband I made her temporarily unemployed" Azam said.

"Hahah, okay. Do I need Najwa to tell me to come here?" ask Arsyil.

"No, maybe later also subsided itself right. I knew he wouldn't be mad at me for long" Azam said.

"Yes, okay."

Both are silent, Azam took drinks and snacks and then fed them quickly.

"Oh yes, my son was born Syil. He's a hotshot." Azam said happily.

"Well, congratulations. Later, Najwa and I will look at him." said Arsyil was happy to hear from Azam.

"Yes, I'm waiting" Azam said again.

"How does it feel to be a new father?" ask Arsyil.

"I was shocked at first, and confused. Because I just felt it, I don't know. Maybe I'm too busy working and chasing my obsession, so don't pay attention to my wife. Until she gave birth I was still confused, but when I tried my son. In my heart was shaking and there was a sense of happiness, I almost cried. And at that time I was confused about everything myself" Azam told her heart when he saw his first child.

"Well, you have the instinct to be a father of Zam. Congratulations once again yes, may you be happy forever." said Arsyil again.

"Yes, thank you Syil. I'm going to start my life with my next son and wife" Azam said.

"Mother."

"You too yes, I will always pray for you to be happy" Azam said sincerely.

"Amiin, thank you Zam. The same prayer for you" said Arsyil.

They spoke very warmly, behind the kitchen door Najwa was watching the conversation of the two friends. At a glance he heard that Azam's wife had given birth, Najwa's hand was stroking his stomach that had grown.

"Mama can't wait you are also present dear." said Najwa with a fluffy smile.

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