SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
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...Part 49's...
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“Stop first Mas.”
“Iza tired?, let's find a seat first.”
Zain helped Zareen sit on a park bench. He opened the bottle of water and gave it to his wife. Zareen drank and re-regulated the breath. Zain wiped the sweat on his wife's face, “Why Deck?.”
“Duh waist Za very sick Mas.” Zareen squeaked while holding her waist. Zain stopped his activities to wipe Zareen's face, and switched to rubbing his wife's waist. He massaged it up and down and the warmth of the hand made Zareen a little calmer.
“Where is the Deck, already? We go home?.”
“Iya Mas”. Zareen nodded and after their leisurely walk, Zain picked up a bottle and helped Zareen get to the car. Arriving at Zain's house went straight to the bathroom to take a shower, while Zareen immediately threw himself on the sofa, rested and closed his eyes. It didn't take long for Zain to freshen up, he went downstairs and found his wife sleeping on the couch.
“Sayang..”.
“Yang..” Zain patted slowly on Zareen's cheek, who fell asleep immediately tired. She feels pity, but this pregnant woman should have breakfast.
“Iya Mas.” Zareen replied with a miserable voice
“Mandi first well, let Iza's body be seger again, we finish it breakfast.”
Zareen nodded and rubbed his eyes neutralizing the vision, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom that was downstairs. The bathroom that Zareen uses more often since his gestational age is getting older. After making sure Zareen got to the bathroom, Zain rushed to their room and returned with his wife's set of home-grown gamis. After that he stepped into the kitchen and made an egg omlet with cauliflower as a vegetable. He smiled proudly after serving the potluck on the table, the cooking he seasoned with love and sincerity for his wife, Zain giggled, and then called his lover.
“Yang already...?”
“Hm Yes Mas, just a little more.” Sahut Zareen who is still in the bathroom
Not long after that Zareen came out with hair rolled up in a towel. He walked towards the dining table with occasional ringing.
“iza why?” Anxious Zain immediately approached Zareen and held onto his shoulder.
“Sick again Mas her waist.”
Zain led his wife to sit down. He again did the same thing by massaging his wife's waist with worries he could not hide.
“Udah Mas.” Zareen stopped her husband's hand and smiled. Zain stood up and kissed the lover he loved. He scoops the rice and side dishes he made earlier for Zareen, “Mas bribin.” His request got a ring from his wife, but he did not agree to the rejection and began to feed a bribe into Zareen's mouth.
“The body also eats.” Zareen said after receiving bribes for the sake of his priest's feed.
Zain smiled and added his rice and side dishes and then ate, one for his wife and one for her, until the rice ran out. Zain asked Zareen to come forward, and he tidied up their dining table and did not forget to clean the utensils he used to cook earlier.
He followed Zareen to the front, making sure that his wife really rested and did nothing. The thing that lately this month Zain always did, he chose to bring his work home so that he could pay more attention to this lover who was a little difficult to sit still and calm.
And sure enough, he did not find Zareen in front. Without thinking long Zain immediately turned his body towards the back, a mini green house in their backyard. Zain ran when he saw Zareen lifting a large vase.
“Sayang..”.
“Za can kok Mas.” He said, who was about to stand up again
“Za says Mas can't, Mas can too. And now Iza is sitting, let Mas set everything up, well start from which first?.”
Zareen sighed and regained her seat and began directing her husband who ‘serba can’ this. After a long time the green house was ready with its new arrangement.
“Siip Mas.” Zareen brandished his thumb after repeating looking at the right and left sides of the tiny greenhouse. Zain exhaled and descended from the level after hanging the last ornamental flower. He also stood beside Zareen and also looked at the results of his work, “Udah dear?”
“Udah Mas, perfect”. Say Zareen while gesturing ‘I love you’ with the Hangul language by combining two fingers. Zain chuckled and kissed the head of the wife who was wrapped in her hijab.
Until the afternoon a pair of prospective Father and Mother just spend time at home. Zain who always makes sure the wife is not out of his sight.
“Hm Yes Buk, only lately Iza waist often hurts Buk.”
“Iza really have to rest first yes son, do not fuss anything.”
“The age is stubborn Buk, not horrified by the talk of Zain.” Sela Zain approached Zareen who called her mother-in-law Fatma Ibuk in Padang.
“Don't do that, later if it hurts nangisss..” The ejek of Ms. Fatma across the street made Zareen grumble at being laughed at.
“Ha ha don't get angry brother, Ibuk joking kok.” Continued Ms. Fatma who seemed to know that her son must be grumbling now, and who became her impingement is certainly her son-in-law Zain who is near his daughter now.
“Healthy follow jahilin Iza, instead of supporting his own son.”
“ Ha ha already, Ibuk apologise yes, Iza who is in good health yes son there. Rest, and eat it not to be late, son yes. Anyway if there's anything fast tell Ibuk same Dad yes kak.”
“Iya Buk, help with do’a Iza ya Buk, tell Dad, please do’a Father for Iza and Iza Buk child candidates, hopefully everything will be smooth-smooth later.”
“Aamiin yes Allah, yes I want to say later. Dah son, I'm turning it off. Zain also take care of the health of children, eat it also not to be late ya.”
“Iya Buk, God willing. Mom and Dad also yes.”
“Hm Yes Buk, Waalaikumsalam..”
The call was interrupted, Zareen stared at his dead gawai, he missed the two, who were still far away. Zain who could understand raised Zareen's face, and rubbed his cheek. “Dad and Ibuk are three days away here, we will meet Dad and Ibuk in a few days, Za don't be sad again ya.”
“Iya Mas, Za can't wait he he.”
“Iya dear, we wait for Father and Mother together yes.”
Zain had arranged for the departure time of his father and mother-in-law here, to welcome the birth of their first grandchild, which according to Doctor Mira's estimate after the examination was two weeks away.
Zareen put on the face and followed her husband who was ready with his two words. Zain turned his head and made sure that his mum was ready and began to raise his hands in takbir. He imitated his wife in their Isha with solemnity’. After saying the greeting Zain raised a hand pleading with Allah for their loved ones, and lastly pleaded for the smooth process of their child's birth later. Zareen allowed the husband's prayer, until the extreme pain felt in his stomach that spread all over his waist. Zain turned around and frantically found Zareen grimacing with eyes that began to condense.
TO BE CONTINUE
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