My Ustadz My Husband
The Part 65
Time goes on and gives all the happiness that exists for Bilal and his two wives. Asthma pregnancy continues to develop and with Bilal routine accompanies her to control her pregnancy to find out the condition of the fetus in her Zahra abdomen.
And Khadija also did his job is to regulate the food intake for the honey, and every week, the two measure the stomach Asthma that began to bulge and weigh the Asthma that also rose, and then rose, what's more since he's not nauseous nausea anymore, Asthma's appetite continues to increase.
Every time Asma felt the existence of life in her stomach, Asthma was so happy and sometimes she cried unconsciously. She still can't believe she's pregnant and is about to become a mother.
Asma sat leaning on the head of the bed, while her husband was sleeping beside her.
Bilal was the greatest joy of his life. Although Asma had to admit, nothing made her sad and cry more than Bilal, but still, she loved her husband very much.
Asma stroked Bilal's hair and then he kissed her husband's forehead affectionately, since her pregnancy, Asma was indeed more spoiled for Bilal, as well as a little romantic, too, Asma always prepares Bilal's clothes before work and helps Bilal put on her, she also gives a kiss of encouragement that day her husband. And what makes him inexhaustible, until now he still hated when Bilal used perfume. And Asthma really likes the natural aroma of Bilal's body.
The touch of Asma apparently disturbed Bilal's sleep, the man now squirms and finally opens his eyes, instantly smiling when he sees his Zahra.
"What's up, honey? You kissed me silent again?" asked Bilal who had felt the last few nights Asma often kissed him while he slept.
"Let's know, I just often feel like I miss you" Asma replied honestly. Bilal also sat down and he leaned Asthma's head on his shoulder.
"I'm always here" exclaimed Bilal in a low voice "Why don't you sleep? It's already night"
"I'm hungry" replied Asma who immediately made Bilal surprised, because, before going to bed Asma had eaten twice.
"Again?" asked Bilal and Asma nodded innocently.
"Well, what do my wife and kids want to eat?" ask Bilal while stroking the stomach of Asthma.
"Spicy fried rice" pinta Asma.
"Hem spicy fried rice, alright" cried Bilal then he crawled down from the bed and Asma followed him.
In the kitchen, Bilal immediately prepared ingredients for cooking, while Asma checked the contents of the refrigerator to see if there might be something she could eat to prop up her stomach, the latter was hungry always attacking her indefinitely.
"Bilal, pack sausage yes, there is sausage tuh in the refrigerator" exclaimed Asma, he himself took some citrus fruits and then peeled them.
"Yes, dear" replied Bilal, thank God he can cook because when in his boarding school he used to cook often.
"Green love is also yes, let my baby be healthy" cried Asma again.
"Yes" Bilal answered while peeling the onion and then slicing it.
"It's..." Asthma puts down the frozen chicken breast "Chicken breast too" And Bilal can only take a breath and exhale it.
"Yes"
"Bilal, don't pack eggs. I don't like the smell of it"
"Yes, Honey. You better eat the orange and let me work, okay?" said Bilal and Asma nodded, he ate in silence and then seen Khadijah who also came to the kitchen while yawning and still looked very sleepy.
"It's only 2 in the morning, why are you here?" ask Khadijah who woke up because of their noise.
"Zahra wants spicy fried rice" Bilal replied as he washed his chicken breast.
"Oh, here I help" said Khadijah.
"You prepare the vegetables, let me cut the meat with the sausage"
Khadijah and Bilal also helped each other make food that Asthma wanted. While Asma looks to have spent three oranges and currently he is eating the fourth orange.
"Hem, the aroma is fragrant" exclaimed Khadijah as Bilal had begun cooking.
"Take the salt, Khadija"
"Okay, pack some sweet soy sauce?"
"Yes"
Khadija noticed her husband who turned out to be good at cooking, she just found out. Even the aroma of his cooking was very fragrant and appetizing. When finished, Bilal prepared the fried rice on a plate.
"I want to sleep" said Asma arrived which made Khadija and Bilal frowned confused.
"Well, she said hungry?" ask Khadijah.
"I'm full" cried Asma, Bilal and Khadijah saw a pile of orange peel in front of Asma.
"Who would want to eat this, Zahra?" asked Bilal was surprised by his wife, he was even a little upset, had belain cook at two in the morning and Asma said he was full.
"Tomorrow morning I eat, now I am full"
"Well, what's wrong" Bilal answered trying to understand his wife.
And Khadijah who saw Bilal's fried rice looked delicious, he couldn't hold his saliva, he said, he took a spoon and was about to eat it but Bilal immediately pulled the plate away making Khadijah sigh disappointed.
"Remember the doctor, don't eat spicy and fatty"
"One spoon, Mas. Yeah, it's been centuries I haven't had a good meal"
"Well, get well first and then eat good"
Khadijah continued to persuade Bilal to allow him to eat the fried rice and Bilal kept reminding him what the doctor said. Asma who saw Khadija seemed to want fried rice was actually pity, but true Bilal said, Khadija should not eat spicy and fatty
"Ummi Khadijah naughty, son" Asma said as she rubbed her stomach "He wants to eat spicy fried rice, but it is not okay, later if Ummi Khadijah is sick, who takes care of you? While Ummi Zahra has to go to school and study, right?"
"True" Bilal said, "Ummi you're naughty, honey. Don't want to take care of health" Bilal said as he crouched down and spoke right in front of Asthma's stomach.
"Engga.." continued khadijah who also crouched, he also rubbed the stomach of Asthma "Ummi engga naughty, dear. Ummi promises to take care of your health so that Ummi can take care of you later" Asma smiled happily at that. So too with Bilal.
"Yes, now you go back to your room and rest, let me just get this done for a second"
And the two wives of Bilal were so obedient and went straight to his room.
While Bilal tidied up his kitchen to clean again. After that, he immediately returned to the room and found his wife was moaning, Bilal who panicked immediately ran up to her.
"Zahra, what's wrong? Are you sick?" ask Bilal who seems very worried.
"It's just cramping, the doctor said it's normal. It will heal too"
"So then, if it's as good as you sleep, tomorrow there is an appointment with your doctor" exclaimed Bilal, he also relaxes himself, he said, in the follow-up with Asthma who also joined by putting his head on Bilal's chest.
"What time?" asked Asma while closing her eyes, after she was full she became very sleepy
"Hour 10. Tomorrow don't go to school first"
"I'm so often truant now, even though you have paid for my school" said Asma with a faint smile considering when she asked for truancy but Bilal scolded her for paying for her school. Bilal laughed because his wife was talking about it.
"Your health and that of our children is more important than anything else"
"really?" ask Asthma with widened eyes.
"Of course, you're everything to me. I'll do anything for the good of you and our son and I'll always take care of you, I promise"
"Thank you, Bilal. We love you"
"I love you guys too"
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The doctor is examining the abdomen and showing the USG monitor screen on Bilal and Asthma
"Everything is fine, your child is developing very well" said the doctor who immediately made Asma and Bilal stunned.
"Children?" ask Asma and Bilal at the same time.
"We don't want to know that" Asma replied quickly "Let it be a surprise for us later" he continued, staring at Bilal who also looked very happy.
"Well, then what about you, Ms Asma?"
"His stomach is sometimes cramping and he looks in pain" replied Bilal who did not have the heart when sometimes Asthma suddenly grimaced because of cramps.
"During pregnancy, the uterus will continue to develop, causing the ligaments and muscles that support the uterus to tighten. So it is common to relieve cramps in the lower abdomen"
"Is it harmless?" ask Bilal again.
"No, Sir. It's normal not to have other symptoms, such as bleeding"
"Darling, you're bleeding, aren't you?" bilal asked his wife very gently, seeing how Bilal treated Asthma, the doctor could not help his smile.
"That's just sometimes my stomach really hurts like a stab"
"Did the pain last long?"
"No, Doc. Just a few minutes"
"All right, it doesn't matter. But if Ms. Asthma feels cramps or extraordinary pain, you should immediately check so that we immediately know the condition of her fetus and we can immediately take action"
"All right, Doc"
The doctor gave some advice so that Asthma can keep her baby better, do not forget the doctor also reminded if the cramps that Asthma feels are getting worse, then it must be followed up immediately.
After finishing checking his contents, Bilal also brought Asma home, but on the way Asma asked Bilal to stop his car because he saw there was a durian seller and arrived just as he was eager to eat it.
"Durians?" bilal asked grimacingly, since he disliked durian the most, smelling the aroma alone had given Bilal a headache.
"Your son who wants to" persuaded Asma with a clear face.
"Yes yes" replied Bilal and he brought Asma there, but what makes Bilal more upset, Asma wanted to eat the durian there.
"Eat at home, baby"
"Want, want it here" exclaimed Asma with her flagship weapon, a clear face. Getting Bilal back to following his wife's wishes.
Bilal covered his mouth and nose as the seller began to split the durian and serve it in front of Asthma.
With great enthusiasm, Asthma immediately enjoyed it
"Bilal, you wait in the car if you can't stand the same smell" said Asma who could not bear to see her husband seemed very tortured by the smell of durian.
"I don't think you're alone here" replied Bilal.
"Oh Allah, Bilal. That's your car, I'm here. Not until the distance of 2 meters, no one will kidnap me anyway"
"What the hell, I want to keep you here"
"But Bilal..."
"What the hell, honey. Actually" said Bilal reassured when he was almost fainted due to the smell of stinging durian.
When finished, Astma went to wash her hands while Bilal paid for her durian. Bilal deliberately gave more money as gratitude for what he has now. Of course the seller was very grateful and prayed for Bilal and his family.
Asma and Bilal again continue their journey home, but suddenly Bilal stopped his car in front of a mini market.
"What do you want to buy?" ask Asma.
"Water, wait a minute" Bilal immediately rushed to buy what he needed, and when he came out, Asma saw Bilal who bought water, handwashing and also perment.
"What's that for?" ask Asma.
"Make you, let's wash your hands here" Bilal exclaimed.
"But I was there washing my hands"
"But the smell of durian is still there"
Asma got out of the car and he immediately washed his hands, not forgetting Bilal he poured a lot of soap into Asthma's hands.
"Most of her soaps"
"Let her smell disappear" after finishing washing Asthma's hands, Bilal kissed her wife's hand "Well, it's gone smell in your hand, now gargle the mouth and eat this candy, let the smell in your mouth also disappear" Asthma held back laughter at Bilal's expression that seemed to hate the smell of durian. But she followed whatever her husband asked.
After that, they continued the journey home and it turns out Bilal brought Asma home to his new home.
The house is already very worthy. Asthma is very happy because finally her house can be occupied. Bilal opens the car door and helps Asma get out of the car.
"Welcome home, son" exclaimed Bilal rubbing the stomach of Asthma.
"It's already in place?" ask Asma.
"Already, Honey. If you want, we can stay here" Asma really wants to stay there, but considering he and Khadijah are now back close, Asma thinks he should think about it once more.
Bilal and Asma entered their home.
"When we first entered this house we were just two, and now..." Bilal crouches down and he pecks Asthma's stomach "We're four."
"Yes, now we're with our son's son" Asma rubbed his belly"Let's stay here huh, son. Your own abi designed this house, do you like it?"
"Of course, my children would love what their Abi did" Bilal said.
Bilal took out the keys to his house with a hanger depicting two brides holding hands, and underneath it was written Bilal Zahra then gave it to Asma, but Asma refused him.
"Why?" ask Bilal
"Why should I hold the keys to the house?"
"Because it's your house, honey"
"Our house, and you're the head of the family here" Asma said later "But the keychain is good, did you order it?" ask Asma and he saw the keychain was very funny.
"Yes, I ordered it from my friend"
"Bilal dear, I really do not think, Ustadz who used to always put a flat face was the type of man who was sweet and romantic" said Asma then took Bilal's hand and took him up to see their room. Bilal who heard it laughed a little, because he did not always feel flat face and did not feel himself a sweet and romantic man. Whatever he does, just as an expression of his love.
Bilal and Asma entered their room, and how delighted Asthma was to see a baby box by her bedside complete with her pillows and blankets. Asma walked and touched each side of the small box, she also rubbed the tiny pillow, imagining that her baby would sleep there, making Asma impatiently wait for her birth.
"You bought it?" ask Asma with happy sparkling eyes.
"Yes, since I don't know our baby's twins, I just bought one. Later we can buy again" said Bilal who is also very happy to see his wife who seems to really like what he has prepared.
Asma rushed into Bilal's arms and thanked him.
"Thank you for everything, I love you Bilal" Asma said with glassy eyes. How much Bilal loved her, Asma felt to be the luckiest woman in the world.
"I love you, Zahra. Also love you very much" said Bilal while returning the arms of Asthma, and he kissed the head of Asthma
"But how can you prepare for all this? Though you are always busy taking care of the office, helping Abi in the boarding school, and also taking care of me and Ma'am"
"I can do anything for you, Zahra" replied Bilal who made Asma's heart more touched, he tightened his embrace.
"I love you, Bilal"
"And I love you, Zahra"
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