RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 63

Wha what?? " ask the man a smile - a smile while looking at me. I wonder at myself. I guess he'll scold me for taking Fadil out of school and home late at night.

" What do you want? Want to get mad because I hid your phone and took your car? Or angry that Fadil I'm ditching and coming home late at night? " i said with a defiant attitude. I stepped forward to face the man. My big belly pushed Syafrie's body a step back.

" No, I'm just saying it's half one."

" Halahh, just lie. Just tell me you want to fuck me, right. Pregnant women with big bellies where there's wobbling until late at night like this, right..? Da? Just ngaku...! " my jolt is fierce.

Jeez.... Where - where, the wrong should be scolded or yelled at, well me?.... Am I even more fierce?

The two dark irises of the man looked at me calmly then stroked my head which was still covered in hijab. She said. " You must be tired all day walking - walking. Go into the room, I'll massage your feet. Must be tired, right? " her body crouched down and held the back of my legs.

Oh my...... Syafrie! I thought he would get angry and go berserk, but who would have thought he showed the slightest bit of anger. He even offered a massage. I was stunned to hear his words. My eyes moved down to my feet that were being held by Syafrie. There was a sense of shame that crawled my heart, until I subconsciously brushed his hand off my leg and then passed from before him in an awkward manner.

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I lay down while looking at the sky - the sky of the room with an annoyed look. Then get up from my bed and walk towards the mirror.

Staring at the reflection in the glass cupboard further irritated me. My pregnancy is entering the final trimester. The changes my body is experiencing are completely unexpected. My face, hands, legs and body all swelled up.

The face of my pride once, now gone vanish changed with a swollen face and frivolous. Not at all interesting. Also the body that used to be slim like a model, now like an elephant in a wasp sting. I was very frustrated with this change in my face and body. Not infrequently I screamed myself while smothering my mouth because of annoyance and frustration when I saw the reflection in the mirror.

That's not the only thing that frustrates me. The phase of my cravings that I thought would be short, in fact, did not go away even though my pregnancy had entered the age of seven months. I still have excessive morning sickness. I can't smell anything. The smell of cooking, the smell of sweat or the smell of perfume I immediately vomited. Even when I smelled rice, the child in my stomach was acting up. So I could only lie in bed, without being able to do anything because of my limited movement. Not to mention the acute anemia that makes me dizzy all day.

If this is the case, other than me who is suffering?

The answer is definitely the father of my baby.

" Your head is still dizzy...? " Syafrie asked me when I was leaving for work in the morning.

" So still asking? " My eyes are glaring. It was also surprising that I, as I recall, never felt like I was speaking in a slow tone to him. I don't know. but the demon in my head hasn't disappeared - it's gone too.

" What do I want to buy at work?" she asked while turning her back to me as she was busy packing her own clothes and work supplies.

Me... ? I am indeed his wife. But I don't love him. So how could I possibly prepare all that. Where ever I prepared all that. I am a base of a disobedient wife. And besides, Syafrie also banned it. Said my son's mother couldn't move much. Can't be tired... So then....It's good, isn't it my life?

" Buyin machete to chop you up. "I said original.

" Husss. Don't do it, baby. If I die, who will love you, who? " Syafrie smiled as she spread out her hands.

" Thou akh...! Satan kali.." ketusku.

" Huss, morning - morning don't say that. Later heard by the demon. Get in the middle to call again." Both hands then grabbed me. Gently rubbing my head and kissing the shoots of my head gently and deeply.

" Of course, salim first. I'm going to work. Do'ain, let my work be done quickly. No problem with my job. Let me go home quickly and take care of you. What to bring, baby? " The father of the child in my stomach said as he carried my body into his arms.

I was silent because I was soaking warmly into the man's embrace. To be honest, sometimes I also enjoy the warm embrace. That's if my mood is good. But if not, hehehehe.

Indeed, kisses and hugs were the breakfast I had to receive from Syafrie. He said, I do not need to geer, pecking or angry - angry because of the hug and kiss he gave to his son who was in my stomach. Syafrie Mode...

" What to buy. Meatballs, or satay? "

" It's up to you not to fish." I replied.

Syafrie then took off her embrace and squatted under my feet. Checking and holding my feet.

" It looks like your legs are getting swollen. Should we just make the bathroom one more in the room. So that you do not have to go back too far to the bathroom. " He looked at me and took all his gear and put on his shoes.

As usual, I kissed her hands ogah - ogahan and then Si Syafrie again kissed my forehead and cheeks. The man looked at me.

" Why look at me? Don't I just pee here. " This morning I was peeing on the floor because I had peed. But because the distance of the bathroom and the room was quite far, I did not have time to go to the bathroom, as a result I peed right in front of the room door.

Like I said, since my body was swollen, including my legs, I had a little trouble moving. My movements are slow and difficult. That is why Syafrie forbade me from doing various activities. The reason is because I worry about myself.

And want to know who's having trouble cleaning the floor. Who else, if not Syafrie. Because I can't do it because I'm having trouble bending over.

" I'm sorry. I was also unintentional. I can't take it anymore. It's because of your son too... I think he went downstairs.. " I said while standing and stomping my feet.

" If you don't want to clean it, I can do it myself. " I threw away my face.

My mother's daughter-in-law looked at me and grabbed my finger. His rough hands squeezed my fingers softly. " It's not like that. I don't care if my wife wants to pee every minute, it's okay. By Allah, I'm sincere to clean it up, baby. My intention is to call a handyman to make an additional bathroom in our room, so as to make it easier for you not to go back and forth to the bathroom with swollen feet. I didn't mean to make fun of you. All that I do is because I love you, I love you, Asthma" said the mother's daughter-in-law.

" Halah. ngeles, you're Syafrie. Find another reason! " i said, brushing her fingers in my hand.

" It's morning, baby. I'm going to work. Don't get angry - get angry again, I'll never calm down. Already, yeah. I'm sorry, I'm wrong" he said, pinching my cheek in a fit of anxiety.

I stood still. Shit...my stomach is like something's stuck. I'm back to feeling pee-eyed keblet.

" Good at home, baby. If there's anything, just say the same to Brother Mansyah. I've ordered Mr. Mansyah not to upset you. You don't have to be afraid of him" said the man as he picked up his briefcase he had placed on the table.

When the man's footsteps reached the door, something from behind my panties seeped out without me holding back.

" She.... Syafrie. "call me.

" What, baby.."

" I... peed again. "I said hard and almost cried.

Syafrie was stunned to look at the mother of her child. His eyes moved downwards. There was a puddle of water running down the floor just below my feet. A smile was held on his face. For God's sake, I felt so ashamed that I wanted to cry.

The man put back his briefcase and walked over to me. " Have it. Don't cry. There's still time. Let me help you clean yourself up." The man's hand had already moved to unzip my shirt and then the shirt was already lying under my feet. He grabbed a towel hanging on the back wall of the door and wrapped my body in a towel and guided me to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I kept it up as the mother's daughter-in-law bathed and rubbed my entire body using a bath sponge. My embarrassment goes away with the dirt and feet that dissolve after being rubbed by Syafrie.

Finished bathing and dressing me in clean clothes, Syafrie still had to struggle again to clean the floor that was dirty and smelly because of my urine. My eyes caught every movement of Syafrie who painstakingly cleaned the urine on the floor without disgust.

" Then your clothes will be dirty and stinky, Syaf, "I said when I saw Syafrie spilling carbolic liquid on the floor.

Syafrie glanced at me. " Let it be. I'll change it."

" But you'll be late" I said again. I never imagined that today I would be touched by what Syafrie did for me.

" Prayer, let me not be fired, yes" she said to relieve my condolences.

" If your boss dares to do that, I'll swear to him. "my rent.

Syafrie laughed at my words. I also laughed.

We laughed together too...

That morning, for the first time in our second marriage, we shared a laugh together....