MU'ADZ
FORTY SIX

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"Oh niki Ning Kiya's. Oh, my God, ginuk-ginuk e, jan pantes sanding Gus Mu'adz!"

Hearing that, Ameera turned her head towards the source of the voice. Indeed, there are still many guests who arrive, even though the walimah event yesterday is finished.

Yes, since the day after yesterday she was already officially religion and the state became the wife of Mas Mu'adz. The event was held in Darussholah and Adz-dzikro. It was exhausting but his euphoria would never be forgotten.

With a slight bow, he approached and kissed his hand. Sitting slowly, because his stomach since this morning was a little problematic.

"Niki ponakan e Umi, Nduk. Asmane Udhah's Bulek." He just nodded with a smile.

"Bulek ngertose Ning Kiya angsal Gus Mu'adz ae keng Dina, Ning," said Bulek Udhah.

"Well, how does Dina know Dhah? Oh iyo, Dina nyantri neng Darussholah iyo," said Umi Zahroh

"Enggeh Ma'am. Dina hoopla, Guse simah kaleh Ning Kiya," kekeh Bulek Udhah. Umi Zahroh and she also chuckled.

"Ning Kiya can fill to? what is niki wau lenggah e atos-atos sanget?"

"When to Nduk? kok mboten ngabari Umi," sambar Umi Zahro made his hand stroke the back of Umi Zahro's hand.

With a wry smile, he looked at Bulek Udhah. "Pandungane mawon Bulek. Niki wau namung mboten sae mawon" he said while stroking his stomach.

The longer the chat continued, while he occasionally responded with a smile, because indeed he did not connect with the talk of Umi Zahro and Bulek Udhah. Almost half an hour, making his stomach even more turbulent. He decided to leave first to go to the room, but his intention was to go out of the room to take water. But yes, no, no drinking. With a slow step he opened the room and slowly laid down. Maybe because yesterday he ate just like this.

Shortly afterwards, I heard a knock on the door. Umi Zahroh's voice was heard wanting to enter. With a slow step, he opened the door and invited Umi Zahroh to enter. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands still stroking his stomach, hoping that the pain in his stomach would disappear.

"Sick sick?"

He nodded. "Enggeh Mi."

"Umi mboten gadah obate lo Nduk. Mantun niki tak kongkon Guse ken numbasne." He did not answer, feeling a really unpleasant stomach pain.

"Umi want to be surprised Nduk, tak kirane Nduk e sampun filli but mboten sajang teng Umi." He smiled in response to Umi Zahroh.

Umi Zahroh faced him, he also faced Umi Zahroh. The top of his head in the elus is soft by Umi Zahroh, making him close his eyes, enjoy. For a long time he had not felt a gentle swipe from a mother's hand. He became confused with Uminya.

"Masio Nduk e sak iki wes started busy doing college, busy helping pesantren, but sorry supe oliabie Nduk e dados wife nggeh Nduk."

Yes indeed, he began to continue college, even then at the insistence of Mas Mu'adz. Actually he did not intend to continue to the college level, considering that he had a lot to take care of since Alm. Embah no longer exists. In the mandate of a boarding school of this magnitude, does not demand the possibility he can focus on college. Moreover, the routine schedule of therapy two to three times a week, adding to the list of busyness for several months.

Until he forgets the fact, if he is a wife who is obliged to meet the needs of birth and inner husband. The birth needs of her husband as much as possible she has done. But one that was greatly forgotten, Mas Mu'adz's inner need.

And that he only realized after hearing the narration of Umi Zahroh. Mas Mu'adz had never asked for his rights at all.

"Umi mboten need malehne clear about ngoten niku. Umi believes Nduk e sampun understand."

No response from him. Not that I don't want to clarify that. Because indeed such intimate affairs must be kept in tandem.

"Engggeh, Umi no nemoni Guse, ben dang tumbasne drugs. Nduk e gletak an mawon."

There was a door closed, slowly he laid his body, thinking why all this time Mas Mu'adz did not ask for his rights. But even if Mas Mu'adz asks for his right, is he ready?

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Mu'adz, who was carrying water and a bag of medicine, opened the door. He saw his wife sleeping on her side with her hands on her stomach. Slowly he approached his wife.

Not new anymore, if his wife has a stomachache like this. At first he did not know why, but already three times, his wife experienced like this. So he understood the reason.

"Snake!" His hand stroked Ameera's head, waking his wife.

There was a sigh from his wife, before long his wife's eyes opened. "Mik obate riyen, come on."

"Astaghfirullah dereng Mase" his wife chanted. "A dhahar sampun case?"

He smiled gently at his wife's response. "Lek Mase's look." In this state of illness, his wife still noticed him. How could he not be that dear to his wife. "Let's not terne teng jeding. A sling?" goda.

"Em-mboten Mase, saget mlampah." He chuckled a little, his wife was still that shy. Makes him feel anxious himself. He grabbed his wife's body, not forgetting that he was peeping his head.

Many times his mind gave thanks, because it had been given a wife like Ameera.

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During the Ameera prayer, he went to the kitchen to get food. Because he knew that if his wife was in this state, she would not eat. His hand was holding a tray of food for his wife. Opening the door, which he saw his wife opening. Placed a tray on the bedside. His wife went up to him, then kissed his hand not forgetting he took time to pray right in the holes his wife. For several months being a couple, every time the prayer is finished doing so.

"Maem, geek babuk." His hands while holding the plate.

"Mboten eco Mase, not directly babuk mawong ngggeh?"

He shook his head violently, staring at the look on Ameera's face filled with

hope, in fact, he did not. But how else if no intake comes in. "Maem ngggeh Nduk e, mumpung bagek anget," he said softly.

"Mase mawon ngggeh seng dhahar, kane dereng dhahar," kekeh Ameera.

"Snake!" emphatically. "Pripun nopo tray case?" goda.

"Enggeh uh m-mboten, I mean Nduke maem kiambak," nervously his wife while pulling a plate from her hand.

Sure enough, the nurse is powerful. Indeed, his wife is increasingly in the opponent getting harder, but if it has been seduced like that, his wife suddenly became devastated.

Ameera ate quietly, occasionally catching his wife glancing at him. "Sorry about Mase?"

Seeing half left, he nodded the important food that entered his wife's stomach. Take the plate from his wife's hand, then eat half of it.

"Loh Mase!"

He pointed it at his mouth, telling his wife to shut up. It does not take long, because eating chicken porridge was quick to chew it.

"Alhamdulillah" he said after taking water. "Pun Nduke rest, Mase ape nemoni Kang Rido rien," he continued, putting the dishes and glasses in the tray again.

"Em-Bag!" His wife pulled his shirt, made him sit back.

"Prillion?" tanyakanya.

"Em-mboten sios deng," chirped Ameera. But what he caught was a nervousness there.

He put the tray on the nightstand, and sat close to his wife. Looking at his wife. "Enten nopo?" his tan was soft while stroking his wife's cheek.

"Em-Mase mboten.. mboten nyuwun h-hak e Mase?"

A little surprised to hear his wife. This is the first time Ameera has asked that. "Cock moro-moro tangklet ngoten?"

"Ngapunten ngggeh Mase." Both of his wife's eyes began to tear. "Kost busy e Nduk e, until Nduk e supe maringi right e Mase."

He grabbed his wife's body, crying on her shoulder. His hand moved around his wife's back. "Nga-ngapunten ngggeh Mase. A-ayo sak niki, Nduk e s-ready," said his wife with a sigh.

How could he possibly ask for his right, while the psychological state of his wife was still not fully recovered?

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