The 2nd Wedding
Chapter 42

"Mama Omaaa. I want Mamaaaa" Salman's tears broke as Dhisti embraced her.

"Prophey, baby. Mama is again working, you are here just the same Oma, the same Papa, the same adeek and the same Bibik. Everyone loves Salman" Dhisti said.

"During Oma's time?" ask Salman.

"No, just a second. If Salman is sick like this, it will be a long time. But if Salman recovers, his mother will return home soon" Dhisti said.

"I want to get well soon Oma, let Mama go home quickly" Salman replied.

"If you want to recover quickly take medicine first yes. Papa where's the cure for Salman?" Dhisti glanced at Refan.

Refan quickly took Salman's drug and read the rules. Then Refan gave it to Salman for him to drink.

"Sruup.." thanks Papa.

"Smart boy" praised Refan as he gently stroked Salman's head.

"Thank you Papa" Salman replied.

Refan's heart really warmed up to hear Salman's remarks. Little kids know how to thank them.

"Now you lie down. Today do not play the same as Naila. If Salman has healed then Papa loves playing with Naila" Refan said.

"Yes" replied Salman.

Refan put Salman's drug back in his box.

"Do you know Salman is sick with Refan?" ask Dhisti.

"Not Ma, he still hasn't answered my phone but I've already sent him a message" Refan replied.

"Maybe he's busy. Just wait a minute, or later tonight you try to contact her again" Dhisti said.

"Yes Ma" replied Refan quickly.

Salman is back in bed. Refan had calmed down a little because Mama and Mama-in-law were here.

Good thing Mama Kinan is here soon. Otherwise I'll panic over Salman being sick. Saying Refan in the heart.

"I went to the room first Ma, took a shower. It's so hot" said Refan.

"Yes, let Salman Mama take care" Dhisti replied.

Refan went into his room through the connecting door. He then went into the bathroom, after bathing Refan out using a towel, he held back towards the top of the bed.

Usually every time he takes a shower once out of the bathroom he will find clothes that he will wear complete with underwear. But not this time. Suddenly Refan woke up.

Akh... Kinan is not. His inner.

Refan opened the closet and took his own clothes. After that, Refan performed the Maghrib prayer. After finishing the prayer Refan looked around his room felt very quiet. Usually after the congregational prayer Kinan will immediately kiss his hand.

Over a month they were married and she had become accustomed to Kinan's ministry and presence in this house. Now this room feels very quiet. Usually Kinan would ask how it was in the office. Whether there was a problem or not, what was lunch at the office and so on.

No one asked him that again tonight. Refan saw his prayer rug and prayer cloth. He then sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed his phone.

Refan tried to contact Kinan once more, but his phone remained unanswered. Finally, Refan threw his phone on the bed.

Be careful if you call later, I'll be angry with you. Inner Refan was upset. Before long the door to Refan's room was knocked

Tok...

"Den Refan dinner is ready" cried Bik Mar from outside.

"Yes Bik, just a moment" replied Refan

Refan immediately came out of his room and headed for the kitchen then sat down in front of the dining table. Her mother and mother-in-law were there as well.

"Where is Salman Ma?" ask Refan.

"Oh yeah where's Naila? I haven't seen him before" Refan said.

"Naila in the same car Bik Nah" replied Sacred Mama Refan.

Refan looked at the contents of the dining table and stared at the empty plate in front of him. Usually Kinan swiftly immediately filled his plate with full of food that he would eat. Again, this time he took his own food.

He began to eat dinner dishes that must have been cooked by Bik Mar.

Akh.. it tastes different, it tastes better Kinan cuisine. Refan in the heart.

Refan looks not the spirit of dinner. His mother noticed the attitude of Refan that became strange tonight.

"Why are you Fan, not feeling well too?" ask Sacred.

"No, I'm healthy. I am not sick" replied Refan.

"Why should you eat a little? Like no appetite that, exactly sick people" the Holy Toad.

"My tongue tastes like thrush again. How the food is not good" replied Refan honestly.

The saint smiled at his son.

"Halaaaaah said you're used to good Kinan cuisine, right?" guess Holy and it is true that is what Refan feels.

"Sometimes Bik Mar also cook kok Ma when Kinan overtime or are bothered to take care of children. I'm also used to Bik Mar's cooking. Maybe my tongue is on this thrush" elak Refan.

With weight and long finally the food on the plate was exhausted as well. After finishing eating Refan walked over to Bik Nah to see his little girl.

"Here Bik let me carry, Bibik eat there" Refan ordered.

Bik Nah gives Naila in Refan's arms then she walks into the kitchen for dinner. Refan started to invite Naila to chat and walk around while holding Naila.

An hour later, the handsome Naila was already sleepy. The saint came with a bottle of milk. But Naila's fussy can't sleep yet.

"Why do you love not to sleep yet even though it's so sleepy right?" ask Refan.

"You miss Mama... Oma's sling is different from your Mama?" ask Sacred.

Refan heard his mother's words. Is it true that this little boy also lost Kinan? Not one day all Kinan's. Salman is sick, Naila is fussy and I am. Inner Refan.

Finally, after half an hour in the car, Naila fell asleep. Suci put Naila in Salman's room which also has Naila's baby box.

"Naila tonight sleeps with us, so don't bother if she wants to suck at night" said Suci.

"Yes Ma, it's up to Mama" replied Refan.

Suci took Naila to the room while Dhisti had already gone to the room to check on Salman. Stay Refan himself who is in the TV room.

Refan moved and immediately entered his room. He saw his cell phone screen live. Refan immediately grabbed his phone, apparently there were five missed calls from Kinan.

Refan sat on the bed and immediately pressed back on Kinan's name to make a phone call.

Tuuuut....

"Assalamu'alaikum Mas" Kinan said from across the street.

You finally picked up my phone. Grateful reflection in the heart.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Refan.

"I'm sorry that we had a direct activity and my HP was staying in a hotel room so I don't know if you're turning my phone around"...

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