Sie Culun My love
Part 130 Gifts from God
It has not been three years since the marriage of Zahwa and Fathul. Stepping on the number three of the family more and more bad hope Zahwa and Fathul immediately give good news parents want to listen to the cry of baby merriment the voice of small children.
"Ay" call Fathul to Zahwa.
"Yes, what's wrong, brother?" ask Zahwa.
"Well, if I noticed you now have a high appetite not as usual" said Fathul. Some days he saw Zahwa eating more portions of Zahwa than usual his body is also more contained. But if the matter of the body Fathul dare not say afraid of his beloved wife offended turned into a lion can be chaotic.
Every day Fathul always pay attention to the diet of his wife he does not want if something happens to Zahwa.
If sometimes the husband is the same wife different from Fathul, he is a person who cares a lot about his wife for him wife is the greatest woman who must be loved.
"Yes, Zah also felt so brave Zah's body also rose, is there something wrong, sister?" asked Zahwa also felt astonished by himself why he ate continuously normally three times a day now it could be four or five times it had just eaten yet snacked on him.
"No, it's better to eat than not to eat," Fathul replied very carefully when saying afraid of the owner offended.
"Why am I fat?" zahwa asked while putting food in her mouth.
"Not anything remains beautiful" continued Fathul.
"Sister won't turn away from me, will he? beware if you are looking at others" said Zahwa with a sharp look at her husband.
"That can't be darling, I just love you," replied Fathul he wonder why with his wife his behavior is sometimes like a child, spoiled, sometimes angry babbling unclear.
Some of these days eating also like to ask the strange, his wife's childhood is a little short.
Every day Fathul must be extra patient to face Zahwa whose mood likes unclear.
In addition to eating Zahwa tidying the dining table carrying dishes and glasses to the sink for washing, after finishing Zahwa's kitchen business following Fathul who was in the living room.
"Sister, tomorrow is the holiday, Zah wants to be won." Zahwa was struggling in her husband's arms.
"Home," Zahwa replied casually as if there was nothing wrong with his speech or behavior.
Fathul who heard Zahwa's answer felt like crying, why try with his wife suddenly at home asked in the temple usually also alone.
"Are you sick?" Fathul immediately put his palm on Zahwa's eel.
"Ih, Brother. Zah doesn't hurt." Zahwa put away Fathul's hand.
"Keep, why ask to be sent, dear?" ask Fathul.
"See, just want to be in cement." Zahwa stood up from his seat walking towards the room.
Fathul who saw Zahwa go he immediately followed his wife was afraid the big madam could riweh his business.
"Sister's work is done?" asked Zahwa to see Fathul behind him.
"No, yet" Fathul replied with a sweet smile.
"Why aren't you here yet?" Zahwa asked back.
"Wind me your love." Fathul walked in following Zahwa.
"I want to be won tomorrow, not now, Zahwa said.
Fathul stopped his steps after hearing his wife's words there was a slight pain in Fathul's heart, but he still smiled in front of Kak Yani.
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