PREGNANT WITHOUT BEING TOUCHED
Chapter 17

PREGNANT WITHOUT TOUCH (17)

Not felt the gestational age of Namira has entered eight weeks, which Namira did not think was the attitude of Farah and Karim, they again received it and also the child in the womb who is not their grandchild. Until now, neither Namira nor Aslan knew that Farah and Karim had long known the existence of Namira who had been a victim of abuse, before they told them both.

Indeed, God is all-Rohman, Rohim, Namira never stopped giving thanks, especially Aslan, he is a very protective husband and loves his wife and children in the womb which is not the blood of his flesh.

"Assalamualaikum his son Abi," said Aslan stroked Namira's stomach which already looks a little prominent.

As a smile rises on Namira's lips, the face that is not currently wearing a veil oozes an aura of beauty that God uses.

"Wa'alaikumsalam abi," Namira replied mimicking the voice of a child.

Aslan laughed because he felt that Namira's voice was very funny and adorable.

After greeting the baby, Aslan now turned to the woman who was standing while looking at the newly perfect roses in the garden of their room.

Aslan was no longer separated, now they had slept in the room, worried that at night his wife needed something. Aslan also did not want anything to happen to his wife and prospective children.

"You want to take a walk outside, today all the santri harvest vegetables and fish?" Aslan asked while looking gently at the face of his beautiful wife.

Namira returned a smile and a nod, seeing it askan directly holding the hand of Namira's shoulder to help him walk, because in the last examination Doctor said if Namira's content is in a weak condition.

Aslan helps Namira wear the veil, and opens the door. But when he got to the end of the tanga, aslan stopped and looked down as if he was calculating how many steps.

"Why Bang?" Namira asked who was cool to see her husband's attitude.

"You shut up, baby." After saying that Aslan lifted the body of his wife ala bridal style.

Namira was shocked by what Aslan was doing, she immediately hugged her husband's neck tightly afraid of falling.

Namira no longer feels uncomfortable with the touch given by her husband, which she does now thankfully and live the best of her marriage with Aslan.

After reaching the bottom of the stairs, Aslan descended the woman very carefully. "Thank you Brother" Namira said, holding her stomach.

"Eh why? Sick huh?" Aslan looked worried, his hands outstretched around the stomach.

"Even pa-pa bang, just a little unpleasant," he said the tips of both fingers and thumbs face together.

The couple, now in love, walked hand in hand to the back garden, no one but the two of them. Because all the residents of the house are participating in the harvest with the santri.

Surely just stepping outside the back door can already see the busyness of the princess santri picking and plucking vegetables that are ready for harvest.

"Where are you going, hmm?" Aslan pulled Namira's arm slowly.

Namira turned her face, and saw her middle husband looking at her with slightly squeaking eyes.

"Abang! I just want to go there! Want to help them," Namira sulked a little whine, because he knew Aslan would not allow it.

Sure enough, Aslan's index finger was raised and moved in front of Namira's face.

"No dear," replied Aslan firmly.

"We're here, sitting and looking at them! you remind me what the doctor said hmm?" Aslan again reminded the doctor's remark the other day.

"You can't be pretty soy sauce, look at Umi," pointed Aslan towards Farah who is now busy harvesting mustard grown hydroponically.

Indeed, it has been a few months since the santri developed their way of planting by hydroponics, and the results are very satisfying and help increase the marketability because it is grown organically.

Namira stroked his stomach, showing a pouting face, although his face was not visible but Aslan could tell from the look in his wife's eyes.

Only a matter of minutes now the bead of the eye was changed, which initially showed annoyance now turned into sad, visible dew in it just waiting for time to spill.

Aslan who did not want to see his heart was sad and he remembered the Doctor's words 'pregnant woman mood yes like loler koster, up down.

Aslan took a deep breath, and exhaled it very long,

"Relax Aslan, patience is still seven months away," murmured Aslan trying to encourage himself.

"Let's unfortunately our brother go there!" invite Aslan to embrace Namira and walk slowly adjust the steps of his wife who is very slow.

"How come here is his favorite daughter-in-law Umi?" farah asked as she looked at the child and his daughter-in-law.

"Namira who maksa Umi, aslan had said to sit there anyway." replied Aslan while pointing to where they were before.

His name is called only the smiles seen from his narrowed eyes.

Farah shook her head with a smile, and only showed her two eyes were slightly smaller. Since pregnancy namira was a little stubborn. As a woman who has also been pregnant Farah is very fraught with the attitude of her favorite daughter-in-law.

"Yes, come here deket Umi if you really want to help harvest!" Farah waved her hand for the child and also her daughter-in-law to approach.

"Have you been there, help Ustadz Fatih harvest the fish?" Farah drove away her son who never wanted to get away from his wife.

"Can't Umi, Namira who will take care, if I go there?" aslan replied with reason.

Namira laughs silently at her husband's ridiculous behavior, what her husband does not see if there are many people around him, who can take care of and help her, what else is there now also Farah.

"You're as cool as Umi he?" Farah ruffled her waist pretending to be angry.

Aslan could only cry, while all the santriwati who saw their ridiculous behavior, immediately laughed.they did not expect if Gus ternyat they were very cute to his wife.

"Gus Aslan, would you like to find a second wife?" said one santriwati to a friend beside her who of course can not be heard by others.

Aslan was forced to obey Farah's decree, his steps were deliberately slowed down hoping if Farah changed her mind and returned to calling him.But hope remained hope, because already dozens of steps did not also sound calling his name, because the voice called, the man with the cloth pants finally obeyed his heart, he turned to look back where now Umi and his wife were busy harvesting vegetables.

"Jss ...! Kirain's gonna call, uh.." Aslan was monologued, and his face turned sour.

His feet stepped back, just starting a few steps suddenly heard a voice calling out, as soon as the man's smile printed on his face, "at last." Aslan said happily.

Without wasting any time Aslan turned around and stepped up, but just one step was heard again Farah's voice,

"Let's take the cork fish! Nih! Your wife wants to eat cork shoots! He said, " cried Umi.

Duarr...

Instantly Aslan as in hempaskan, there is a sick but not in the body, hope dashed to be close to his beautiful wife who is very loved.

Aslan immediately turned the bow speeding up his steps, at this moment his face must have turned red, and there was the sound of a furious laughter echoing in the air.

Hahahaha ....!

Such was the laughter of the old woman who became her first love.

"It is true never to hope in man, hope only in God" Aslan said.

**

Duhh Aslan who is already a heavy wash, hopefully there is no storm that disturbs the happiness of Namira and Aslan.

But unfortunately, without Aslan knowing the storm was preparing to come profit hit the integrity of his household with the woman he loved so much.

Aslan continued his steps towards the dam where Ustadz Fatih was harvesting fish.

"Is there not a cork fish?" asked Aslan, who was really hoping he could get the fish his wife wanted.

It did not take long Aslan had arrived at the dam, and it was seen that Fatih and the santri putra were busy picking up fish, by spreading a net in the dam.

"Assalaminaikum, Ustadz!" aslan said from a distance not too far away.

The one who was called turned, "Wa'alaikumsalam, Gus!.

Aslan approached Fatih who was currently wearing knee-length pants, as it was impossible for him to go down into the water using trousers what else was a sarong.

"A lot of Ustadz fish?" aslan asked, as his eyes looked towards the large bucket that was in front.

"Alhamdulillah, harvest this time more Gus. " replied Fatih, showing the catch.

"Mc ... Ustad! Is there a fish?

"Gus, you want a cork?"

"Yes, my wife said cravings for cork fish."

"If you haven't, Gus!"

"Duh .. giman here!"

"Gus! How if we just plunge into the dam, we go-go (search fish by hand in the mud of the dam)," Fatih bargained.

"By Ustadz too, come on!"

The two of them walked closer to the other side of the dam, then threw themselves. Aslan was very enthusiastic to find the fish that his wife wanted.

For him to fulfill his cravings Namira makes him a man who is in great need.

"Ustad! Got it!" Aslan raised his two hands up who was holding a cork fish the size of a palm.

But unfortunately his happiness is only for a moment, because the fish detached from his hand and jumped again into the water.

Haha ....!

Fatih laughed, seeing the silly behavior of Gusus who immediately chased the fish that had jumped, plus Aslan splashed, which made all his body wet, what else was his hair that stuck to the mud.

Aslan's determination was great, he put his hands back into the water, bowing. Aslan continued walking with his body bent, and his hands were buried in the mud, to get back the cork.

Fatih who saw that felt unbearable. Then he screamed for some santri to help, so as to quickly get the cork fish desired by his wife Gusah.

After an hour, one of the students shouted, "Get!"

Aslan immediately stepped quickly towards the santri, who had put his catch into the bucket he had been carrying earlier.

They all went back to land. Although Aslan was disappointed in himself because he did not get the fish.

"It's not pa-pa, the important thing is to get the fish" he told himself.

Aslan immediately returned home, he was impatient to give the cork fish his catch, eh wrong, but the catch of his sorcery. Aslan ngaku-ngaku.