Rangga's Beloved Wife
Mother's house

As the sun implied its rays, there seemed to be a glint of light from behind the window. Last night's moonlighting began to change roles. There was the sound of a chirp chanting a tone full of love. Wind that brings coolness to those who feel it.

The clouds began to move around the earth.

In a small house in a narrow alley that is still within the scope of Jakarta. Where Laras has been a week over there. Laras asked her husband to spend the night at his parents' house. For reasons of longing, while cleaning the house where he was born.

The barrel opens the window of the room where the chicken cock and birds chirp are heard from its neighbors. Although the place is narrow alley but cleanliness is very awake.

In front of him there was a flow of water that flowed rapidly. But the name of the time in Jakarta is not as clear as the times in villages. This time often used MCK by local residents. In the past when little Laras, Adul and Eva often bathe there. Only when he was Junior High did his father create his own bathroom. He said girls aren't good at mixed showers anymore.

The barrel walked out of the room. Rangga, the new husband can sleep after dawn. Last night her husband complained of not being able to sleep because of the young voice gathering at midnight. Plus the barrel only has a small fan and a mosquito that hangs on Rangga. Laras knew her husband must be shocked by the environmental conditions of his home. Understandably, Rangga is used to living luxury, living in a comfortable place.

"Morning, baby." Barrel was startled with a hug covering his back.

"Byeah, wake up, mas. That's me making warm tea and fries." Reply Laras pointed to the menu he prepared at the front desk.

"Aren't you on tv, honey?" Rangga sat on the sofa doorbell front room.

"TV is for sale, mas. Make a mother's treatment first. I see there's no tv, no cupboards, people have bought it, mas."

Laras sat next to her husband, enjoying the sweet potato.

"I'm sorry, yes. Because of me, mas Rangga is not even comfortable living here. I just want to check on my parents' house. At once take off that miss. Keep going...."

"I'm not papa, baby. As long as you do, I can't let my beautiful wife do this alone."

"Mas, sorry, yeah. I have not been able to fulfill my mother's request. Last night I checked, I had my period. I'm afraid mama's just again."

"Ras, my mama is not. Just be honest with him, no problem. We've only been married for a month. It's still a long time. That's why we're both at home yuk we use."

"Wait for me to finish, yeah, mom."

"Old, huh?" sahut Rangga while pulling the head of Laras over his shoulder.

"at least a week."

"I'm fasting again." Rangga massaged his chest slowly.

"Patience in the love of God." Barrel pinched her husband's cheek.

The barrel was about to stand, but Rangga pulled the body until sitting sideways on the thigh. His arms are wrapped around the waist of the barrel. His hand instantly pulled his halal woman's chin. The hand of Laras coiled around Rangga's neck. Enjoy the beautiful love of those who spring after the wedding.

Rangga's other hand snuck into Laras's negligee. The sensation of pleasure given her husband made ******** continues to reverberate. Actually Rangga wanted to release the peak, unfortunately he just remembered that his wife was menstruating.

"Sorry, I forgot." Rangga broke his wife's body and went to the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, too, ma'am. Make you a button." The barrel runs into the kitchen, checking the ingredients for processing. While waiting for vegetable brother to pass. The barrel checks the clock, it has been 08:00 has not come.

"Sayuuur!"

"Sayuuur!"

Laras heard the cry of his vegetable brother rushing to get the wallet. Her head poked to the door of the room to see her husband playing with a device.

"Mas."

"Yes baby?"

"What are you masakin for?"

"What are the origin do not jengkol same petai"

"Well, that was delicious. They just like them. Eat it again." Rangga tickled when Laras mentioned Ina's name.

"Wokeh, baby. I'm ahead first, yes" Baras nimbly direct gas to the vegetable brother.

Laras walked to the vegetable brother cart that had been mobbed by mothers of negligence.

"Eh, did you hear about Nindy?" Ms. Farida started the rumor.

"Why is Nindy, Mom?" The others went to kepo.

"He's pregnant, he has no husband. Marriage hasn't been nitip yet."

"Mom, where did Farida hear that? Don't slander!" answer ma Eko.

"I'm his neighbor, Mom. Every morning I hear huek huek." Ms. Farida still doesn't want to lose.

"Whether times, ma'am. The mother is the same as him." Answer ma Eko.

The barrel that felt called his name immediately approached the crowd of mothers.

"What's up, ma'am?" Baras was curious about the stories of the mothers.

"Ras, are you pregnant? farida ma'am was the sound of a nauseous person next door. You must be, right?"

Laras smiled hearing the story of the mothers "Thank you ma'am, his prayer. But at this time I am not pregnant, ma'am .. now just menstruation. Just pray for it soon."

"Well, that's right what I heard from Nindy's house." Ms. Farida was happy what was reported was not Hoax.

"Ras, when are you pregnant? The same time Nindy's not married yet?" Sahut Bu Farida's.

"Just pray, mother." Answer Laras.

"Don't be long, Ras. I'll like your mom's getting married one year just got pregnant."

The deg! Laras was surprised to hear Mrs Farida's words.

Alhamdulillah that means I am not the son of Haram and not his half-brother mas Rangga.

"Ras, how long have you been dating your husband?" Search for Farida's mom.

"Me and Rangga are not dating, ma'am. He immediately asked me to marry."

"Masa? you'll know what your husband is like. You will be deceived by your husband. Now a lot of men are under serious guises, know-know-know-people's husbands."

"God willing, ma'am" Laras replied with a smile.

Laras left the crowd of mothers after finishing his shopping. His mind glared with Farida's words. The barrel ran like pleasure without consciously stepping on a banana lying on the road.

When Laras slipped stepped on the banana from the opposite direction the motor drove fast.

LARAAAASS!

Laras doesn't know what's going on. He only heard people calling his name. A rancid smell flowed out of nowhere, he only felt his vision begin to blur and darken.

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"Doctor how is my wife?" Rangga asked as the doctor walked out of the examination room.

The doctor just smiled as he patted Rangga on the shoulder.

"Your wife is not papa. Just ..."

" Just what, dok?"

"As a result of the collision made the condition of her uterine pouch problematic. And that if it's not handled properly, you're gonna have a hard time getting kids."

Rangga's knees felt weak to hear the doctor's verdict.

The atmosphere of the hospital was astonishing, especially the corridor passageways felt quiet and gripping. Though it was still dawn, Rangga sat on the edge of the corridor. His hand was surfing calling his family.

"Ma, Laras is now in the hospital. Last night he had an accident not far from his house."

"Oh, this Rangga of yours can't take care of your wife. What if there's something with your child?"

"What kind of child candidate, ma? She's not pregnant yet, she's menstruating right now."

"After this you check again!"

Sounded like Raya hung up from across the phone. A heavy sigh rang out from his baritone tone. Rangga ruffled his hair many times, as if there was a heavy burden that kept squeezing.

"How could I explain to Mama and to Laras about all this. If I say the same mama, it must pity Laras. If I say the same Laras, he must be down. Surely yesterday-yesterday mama has demanded it all kinds. God, do I have to hide all this from them." Complaints Rangga.

While in a ward, Laras woke up not to find her husband in the room. He tried to move his legs to get out of bed, but it turned out to be the pain he felt. There was a bit of anxiety that struck when he saw the condition of his legs.

The nurse entered the room to check.

Baras asked the nurse why her legs could not move. The nurse explained that it was only temporary. Instantly Laras was relieved to hear it.

"Where is my husband, sus?" Ask Laras.

"Sorry, ma'am, I don't know. Oh yes, ma'am. There will be a doctor Hana who will examine you."

"Thank you, Sus." Baras put his body in bed.

Chequek!

Rangga went into his wife's ward. His body was laid beside his wife's bed. Rangga moved Laras' head over his shoulder. His hands clasped tightly onto his wife's fingers. Rangga Lega Laras was conscious after a night of sleep.

"Yes..."

"Yes dear."

"What did the doctor say?" ask the curious about his condition.

"You cracked in the leg. The doctor said you should use a temporary wheelchair."

"Help the family home already been informed?"

Rangga was stunned to hear the wife's question. Instantly the head is lowered.

"It."

They met each other's eyes, Laras was confused to see the expression of the husband's face. But the negative thoughts she threw out, her assumption that her husband was exhausted. Barrel gave a gentle smile to her husband. Rangga pulled the chin of Laras, while they were lulled by the romantic atmosphere in the hospital.

"Emmm.aaaah... Mas..aaahhhh" Laras began to have difficulty breathing. Until the infusion pole fell, in the end they stopped the action. The two stared at each other shyly.

"Mas, not ten o'clock will be Ina and Alam." Laras reminds her husband of her husband's sister's wedding.

"I told you that Aunt Lia couldn't be Ina's wedding guardian. Aunt Lia said, I'll be replaced by Dul."

"Mas, you have not promised Papa Aryo to be Ina's guardian. The promise is your mandate, can not be represented, you come, yes. I'm not papa left for a while."

"No, Race. I don't want to leave you here alone. If you don't come, I won't go either."

"Ih, you're so much more gini, anyway. Yeah, I'm coming. I want to see my best friend get married, too."

Rangga's face suddenly sparkled when his wife wanted to join Ina's wedding. Rangga kissed his wife's forehead, then contacted his driver to pick her up at the hospital. They're going home.

"I Love you."

"Love you to."