Nisa For Abi
Continue in the room, baby.
The sound from the kitchen woke Nisa. He slowly raised his body which was still above Abi. Maybe an hour more he's staying there. Naturally, because Abi's hands hugged and supported his body firmly, so that he did not fall.
"Still," rub Nisa gently, on the cheeks and chin that began to be overgrown with fine fur.
Nisa tidied herself up. He stumbles across the street towards the kitchen with all his strange sounds. He looked at the clock, and it was time to prepare dinner.
" But, who?" lirih Nisa, take the broom next to her.
"Sir, we cook good, huh? Nisa just as Abi needs healthy food. Ordinary, another pregnancy program."
"Emang yes?" Bik Nik squinted his eyes.
"Watch it yes. Look, they're friendly again. Good thing we're staying, right?"
"Yes" replied Bik Nik, who was washing vegetables in the sink.
"Mamaaaa...." Nisa lowered her shoulder that had stiffened the following with the handle of her broom.
"Nisa, are you awake, baby?" greet Mama sofi kindly.
"Updid. Mama, when to go home? Nisa doesn't know."
"So, not long ago. Nisa same Abi again sleeping pules. Don't want to wake up" explained Mama.
"Yes, Nisa flu, Mas Abi. So take the same medicine, keep sleeping."
"The flu? A contagion?" Mama Sofi rounded both eyes, and swallowed her saliva. "Hopefully, the tadpole is so sparse," he hoped inwardly. So big, so eager to soon have a granddaughter of both.
"Mama why?"
"Th-ngga... Mama didn't papa," her smile was strange.
Nisa immediately went up, changing her clothes with a more casual one. Then came back to help her mother-in-law prepare dinner. Indeed He missed. He longs for the togetherness that some days he does not feel. It's Bik Nik, and all Mama Sofi's attention to him.
Just natural. Because he only lived with Grandma since childhood. That too, with a hard upbringing from his grandmother. Hardly ever pampered him all this time.
Joking and crisp laughter, accompanied the activities of the three. Until the work is almost done, and Bibik pampit for a while to take out the garbage. Nisa doesn't have time, having to take care of her spoiled big baby. And all understand that.
"Yes, Ma. Here, let Nisa finish. You take a shower, no papa."
"Yes, dear.." wipe Mama on her beloved ghost's boat.
Nisa is engrossed in stirring her chicken soup, while humming along with her favorite song. The sound is not too bad, for the size of the kitchen and bathroom artist. As long as he does not feel lonely, and easily bored.
Suddenly, a hand hugged him from behind. Two hands, and one still wrapped in Black gloves. Nisa took a deep breath with that action. Tumben once, Abi was kind to her.
"Mandi, Ma...."
"Awhile, it still wants to be like this" he whispered, down Nisa's nape and ears. Makes his body instantly goosebumps amused.
"It's still a cure, what's the crap?" she thought, trying to hold back everything Abi gave her.
Abi flips Nisa's body. Grabbing his chin and looking at him intensely. Closer his lips to those tiny lips, then smeared them with aggression.
"Mas, Nisa's cooking again.." he said. However, Abi turned off the stove. He again pressed Nisa's nape, and deepened his grip. In fact, down the neck of Nisa that level.
"Yes..."
"Hmmmm?"
"Don't be here" said Nisa, patting her shoulder repeatedly. But Abi didn't respond to it either.
"Mass!"
"Hmmmm?"
"A-there's Mama," said Nisa. Abi was surprised, then looked at his side.
Yeah, Mama Sofi's been watching them since. His gaze was strange, but he looked so happy.
"Continue in the room, yes, dear.." gently persuade.