MU'ADZ
FIFTY-THREE

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The woman with a loose robe wrapped in her enlarged-looking stomach was daydreaming, looking at the splashing of a fish pond. His right hand involuntarily stroked that distended stomach.

"Snake!" The touch on his shoulder made him wake up. Follow who called him until he sat down next to him. With a smile, he received a glass of white milk that he consumed every day. After saying thank you, he slowly sipped the milk until it ran out. The empty glass that was originally in his grasp, changed hands on this person beside him.

"Assalamualaikum darling!" greet the person sitting next to her who is none other than her own husband, greet our future baby.

"The fussy mboten is it my ring?" She smiled warmly hearing her husband interact with his future successor.

Suddenly an amused feeling attacked him, his laughter filled the garden beside Ndalem Abi and Bunda. "Duh, duh! sampun Mase," she chuckled, stopping her husband's kiss on her stomach. Although coated with the game, there is still a tingly taste.

"Kan Mase sun adek, Nduk e!" her husband's haunting voice made her anxious herself. Because since her pregnancy, Mas Mu'adz if you are with her will look very spoiled. "Adek, Baba's figure mboten angsal sun adek," Mas Mu'adz fought right in front of his stomach, making him laugh. There was-there was this husband.

As if to know who was in his Baba shootout, the adek responded with a movement. "Alhamdulillah adek pro kaleh Baba nggeh!" said Mas Mu'adz stroking his moving stomach.

Leaving behind Mas Mu'adz who was busy interacting with his son. He really wants something now. However, it seemed like his wish would never be fulfilled, making him lethargic instantly.

"Mase!" call him to look at the netra Mas Mu'adz who began to justify his sitting to be strapping.

"Pripun Nduk e?" his right hand was held by Mas Mu'adz. "Nduk and purun nopo? insyaallah Mase tasek tips," continued Mas Mu'adz made his face turn moody. He remembered his strange desire. But when her wish was fulfilled, guilt arose in her husband.

Never at midnight, he wants fried rice made by Mother. Actually he was very reluctant, but at that time he really wanted it. Though he had been resistant, trying to sleep so that his desire vanished with his sleep. But still can't.

Mu'adz, whose sleep was disturbed, finally woke up. With a fairly convoluted debate, Mas Mu'adz complied with his wishes. On the one hand, he so wanted Mother's fried rice but he was also worried because it was raining lightning outside.

Coincidentally his car is being used, inevitably Mas Mu'adz riding a motorcycle. With a coat, Mas Mu'adz began riding the speed of the motor until it was lost in his sight. Though he has said that if it is not necessary, tomorrow only go to Mother's house. But Mas Mu'adz remained determined to comply with his wishes. He really did not have the heart if it was like this, making him regret his wishes that were spoken earlier. Worrying is not playing. To the extent that he was busy walking around waiting for Mu'adz.

For nearly two hours he sat down with Mas Mu'adz. Finally the sound of Mas Mu'adz's motor entered his hearing. With a quick motion, he opened the door following Mu'adz who started to enter the garage.

"Nduk sepuntene sego friede. But mantun—" said Mas Mu'adz guilty when he was right in front of Mas Mu'adz.

"MASE! ASTAGHFIRUL!" screech, cut off Mas Mu'adz' speech. With great care and teary eyes she led her husband.

Secretly in heart, she promised not to ask her husband any more strange. Her tears fell down heavily as she was busy smearing antiseptics on Mas Mu'adz's wounds. Unceasingly he muttered sorry to Mas Mu'adz. Truly this time she felt a great sin, had already wronged her husband.

"Sir! why meneng?" His eyes began to glaze over. "However, even cry. Pripun enten nopo?" Mas Mu'adz asked while embracing his shoulder.

"Sepuntene ngggeh Mase, Nduk e sampun nyuwun seng odd-strange sien," he lamented.

"Ssttt. sampun to Nduk e, sampun kelewat nggeh empun to." Mu'adz held it tight. "Teng nopo kok moro-moro kelingan niku? Nduk and pingin nopo?"

The last sentence of Mas Mu'adz made him look up with his eyes still glazed, his gaze immediately fixed on the smooth jaw without sideburns. "More or something?" mas Mu'adz asked, making our views meet.

"Kangen Shahla."

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