Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
PAPA

Muhammad Zidan Al - Ghazali. I call him a handsome, dashing, brave, responsible and affectionate man. He has such a soft heart. Not just concern yourself. But also the people around him.

Today, I witnessed it myself. How Om Zidan gallantly submitted a childcare request, on behalf of Muhammad Hafidzul Ahkam. Without much consideration first. And without doubt.

After going through several interviews and processes, finally our submission was accepted by the foundation. And is in the process of handling some custody documents. God willing, next week Ahkam can already stay with us.

I lay down my body next to Om Zidan's. The clock has shown at half-ten in the evening. I just finished studying for the final day of exam preparation. Om Zidan just finished working on some of the pending work today.

"Darling? Come closer." Om Zidan pulled my shirt. Asking me to be closer.

"Here!" Om Zidan stretched out his lantern, letting me make his arm a pillow.

"Remember, no, there's a little creature in here." Om Zidan's hand gently stroked the surface of my stomach which was still covered in clothes. "The baby is happy. What if he really exists, huh?"

I looked at Om Zidan. His eyes closed, as if he was imagining what he had just said.

"Definitely funny?" I said while carving his eyebrows. Down to the nose and lips.

"Little baby as cute as his mama. As good as Papa. As strong and as strong as his brother."

"Sister?" I frowned. My brain isn't connected to Om Zidan's talking.

"Ahkams. He'll be a big brother to our kids later."

My heart thumped at Om Zidan's reply. "Em, Honey. Manda wants to ask, can you?"

"Yes, what do you want to ask Manda?"

"What reasons do Om make it straight to take Ahkam?"

"Nothing. I don't need a reason, just need compassion as a fellow creature of God. And one more, in our possessions too, is the property of our godly god. Loving children like Ahkam is also our duty." Obviously Om Zidan while stroking my head slowly.

"I've been suffering the pain of losing Papa. I've been sick to see our loved ones miss their Mom and Dad. And Ahkam? She's the same, she must need the affection of a sincere person, I'm sure, my wife can replace the role of mother for her."

"God willing, Manda will try to give her best for Ahkam."

"And for our juniors too?" Om Zidan raised his leg. Overlapping my body.

"Emm, yes. But not now. Tahen first!" I patted Om Zidan on the back. Where is it possible now, right? I may be late for school tomorrow!

"Dicicil can?" Mayu Om Zidan. His hands were already adventuring up the twin mountains.

I try not to demand more. Baby, it's all been a long way!

"Gas is it. Don't go on a show, honey!"

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...An hour and a half later....

"Manda, Zidan?"

Om Zidan and I were both surprised to hear the greeting from Mama. The expressions on Om Zidan's face and mine may not be much different. Like a thief caught wet by the host.

"You guys?" Mama noticed me, who was still wearing a towel over her head. Just finished shampooing.

Mama shook her head slowly as she looked at the wall clock and also saw the appearance of Om Zidan. Just like me. Her hair is still wet.

"What do you want to eat? Come here, let Mama be ready!"

"Eh, no, Ma. Mom went back to the room, yeah. Let Manda." I stopped Mama from opening the fridge.

"You can do it, Ma," I said convincingly.

"All right." Mama finally retreated, she patted Om Zidan on the shoulder as she said. "Don't watch it, help it. Your responsibilities have exhausted Manda's energy!"

With giggling, Mama left us both.

"Aaaa." I closed my face. Shame on my own because of Mama's.

"Why face is closed, there is nothing, dear. But this--" He showed me my neck. "Udah was glued to Mama."

"Aaaaa.. Manda just don't want to play anymore if there is Mama!!" I hit Om Zidan's chest softly.

"Who is it?"

"Whose nawarin? Who started who?" I glare. As if showing the main culprit with my gaze.

"Yes-yes. I was wrong. Now you sit down, let me prepare the food."

"Ih, Manda can too!" I backed off with a pouting face. Just be upset with Om Zidan who said that. It's the same as not trusting my abilities.

"Manda, you didn't hear that, what did Mama say?" He held my hand. Trying to persuade, the story. "I was told to take responsibility, because you've exhausted your energy."

"Khemmm, Mama just tell me to help, not make the food ready yourself!"

Om Zidan took a breath and exhaled slowly. "Okay, what do you want my darling to cook? Here let me help you get the ingredients."

I smiled and asked Om Zidan to take the egg. The plan is to make fried rice. Tau itself, I have not been able to cook other menus, besides rice, noodles, and fried eggs.

Finally, after going through a lot of drama, two dishes of fried rice were served on the dining table. Before serving it. I already tasted it. And it's in my mouth. I don't know what Om Zidan is.

"Emm, how?" I looked at Om Zidan. My fingers are linked. Scared myself if Om Zidan doesn't like my fried rice.

"Enak, really." He put in a second feed. Chewing while looking at me. Convince me it's really good. And he didn't lie about it.

"I'm sorry, Manda can make this."

"No papa, honey. This is just incredible. Everything needs a process, Manda." Om Zidan pulled my plate. Scooping the rice and pointing the spoon at me.

"I never asked you to be perfect, Manda. Because I know, each person must have their own privileges and shortcomings."

"But-" I stopped my speech, as Om Zidan's index finger stuck to my lips.

"We can complement each other, right?"

I just nodded slowly. It's not that I didn't accept what Om Zidan said just now. But as a wife, I also want to pamper my Husband with my own cooking. Am I wrong about this?

"Let's go." I straightened up the dishes and the glass. Wash it along with the skillet I was wearing earlier.

I know that everyone has their own shortcomings. But what's wrong if that person learns to cover up his flaws. Or even turn that deficiency into an advantage?

And from this moment on. I'm gonna do it. I'll ask Mama to teach me how to cook. Or if need be I'll take cooking lessons too.

"Manda just wants to give the best version of Manda to Om Zidan. So Manda please, please support Manda."

"Of course, honey. Please, do whatever makes you feel satisfied and happy!"

"Thank you, yeah-" I stared at Om Zidan for a moment. Winding my hand hugged her body. "Thank you, Bang."

"Huh? What did you say?"

He looked at me straight away. "Repeat."

"Thank you, Bang?"

"Why replaced? I'm not mad you're gonna call me anything."

"Ish, it's funny, cook Manda call him Om continues. I will have a baby later. What's the baby calling? Cook Om Papa, it's funny!"

"Hahahaha, yes." Bang Zidan hugged my body again. Patting me on my back. "Sleep, tomorrow's school!"

Hidhi. Why now I am angry amused myself to hear Om. Uh he means Bang Zidan called like that.

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