The Incomplete Love
Make Kids

“Udah ready? Here I put the veil.”

Every day after marriage, Dicky was the one who put the veil together and said that Hanna's beauty was hers. Simple words that make Hanna's heart flowery.

They were in Yogya for three days. Stay in a small and simple villa in Bantul area. The wooden-wood villa with a view of the back facing the rice fields witnessed how Dicky and Hanna were tireless in making love.

Dicky's asking for rations more often. The man seemed to have more energy to do mattress sports with Hanna. A few rounds overnight.

Sometimes they go out to play bicycles and culinary tours. Dicky is shaking Hanna who also wants to ride her own bike.

“No way, you should be piggybacked on me.”

Hanna resigned herself and sat down, her hands hugging Dicky's waist. Sometimes they rent a motorbike for culinary tours to the city of Yogya. Starting from lesehan to tasting gelato.

Their honeymoon was very simple, but both were very grateful and enjoyed the moment they knew each other.

On the bed, they learn to recognize the body of each partner. Exploring the sensitive spots that could instantly make their bodies bristle.

After spending the days in Yogya, as promised, Dicky takes Hanna to visit Grandpa and Grandma in Solo.

They boarded the train and got off at the Racing Stadium. Hanna breathes the air of her hometown. Since marrying Thoriq, she has never set foot in the city. Even the pilgrimage to the graves of his parents had never been.

Dicky was looking for a taxi online and within 20 minutes they had already walked into the residential complex where Grandpa and Grandma lived.

Hanna doesn't talk much. His childhood home is opposite Grandpa and Grandma's. His childhood was very happy with both of his parents. Entering adolescence he falls in love with Thoriq.

Unknowingly his feelings become an obsession and the beginning of his mistake. The only thing he was grateful for was the presence of Aira even though he realized too late.

He looked back at his parents' house which still looked neat.

“Is the house already on sale?” Inner Hanna while waiting for someone to open the door.

He saw Thoriq's car in Grandpa's yard. Before long, Kala appeared while carrying the key and opened the gate.

“Assalamualaykum,” greet Dicky friendly.

“Waalaykumussalam, Oom, Aunty, please come in,” reply Kala while kissing the reverence of the back of Dicky's hand and clenching the hand on the chest for Hanna.

They met Grandpa, Grandma, and Thoriq who were chatting on the back porch. Dicky greeted one by one while Hanna looked awkward and stiff in the house.

Unlike Hanna, her husband looks relaxed. Even against Thoriq and Kala. They talk like friends who have known for a long time.

Grandpa asks why Dicky chose a skin and genital specialist.

“To be honest, I want to get into ongology. My mother died of cancer. Specialist who is now because thank God I got a scholarship. But after the plunge it turned out I could help a lot of people. I'm working on a burn and I've had a skin transplant. Patient continues treatment with me and is now eighty percent cured.”

“I also want to be a doctor, Oom. My stepfather was also an obgyn specialist. When I was born, Daddy helped me, but it was still paralyzed. Daddy said, Bunaku gave birth to her emergency once, on the carpet with makeshift equipment.” Kala said innocently unaware of the story opened up yet another sense of regret in the hearts of Thoriq, Hanna, as well as Grandpa and Grandma.

Hanna. While Qiara gave birth with an emergency condition, at that time she acted like a socialite when giving birth to Aira. Spending money on room decorask that does not need to even hire a photographer for the birth of his child can be used as social media content.

Dicky was unaware of his wife's change in attitude, he continued asking, “Oh, maa shaa Allah. Definitely Daddy you have a strong urge to save Buna.”

“And when they are not married, even according to the story, Daddy used to run out of anger with Buna who still works as an interior designer.”

“You work big pregnant time?” Dicky was curious.

“Yah his name is overseas and live alone, Oom. Fighting for the milk of his son after the birth,” seloroh Kala without the intention of making the hearts of Hanna and Thoriq increasingly shriveled.

“Oom remember some time ago there was a famous obgyn doctor from England stopped by at a hospital on the outskirts of Semarang. Oom wants to meet, but right there, he's home.”

“That's Daddy me!” Pekik Kala spirit.

“You're Doctor Devan Donavy's son?”

“Stepchild. Buna married Daddy after I was born. I'm Aya's son.”

“Wah, although we are different specialists but Oom also likes to read the journals he wrote. So you want to come with your Daddy to be a doctor. Then want to study here?”

“The plan, I graduated High School in Solo, then studied medicine in Germany. I want to be a pediatrician because I like young children and are good at storytelling. But I also thought that if I went to Germany, pity Aya alone. Maybe Aira will go to college in Solo, so there are people who take care of Aya. Except Aya get married again anyway ..”

“Ck, Kala ..” Thoriq glanced at his son with anxiety.

“Well that! Grandma had persuaded Thoriq to marry, but still she kekeuh kepui so widower weathered.” As Thoriq had guessed, like an oil stove, Grandma immediately grabbed.

Thoriq laughed incisively as he glanced towards the chuckling Kala. Usually the business will be long. Then Thoriq must want to meet the candidates who never finished preparing his Grandmother.

Hanna glanced at Thoriq. Being there, waves of regret hit him in a row. From the polemics of her, Thoriq, and Qiara, only her ex-husband has yet to find happiness.

Dicky clasped Hanna's hand, knowing his wife was very sorry to be present between Thoriq and Qiara.

While the lazy Thoriq prolongs his matchmaking problems, it immediately distracts.

“Kek, did anyone want to convey to Hanna?”

Grandpa smiled understanding his granddaughter's tactics, then said, “Hanna, we intend to give up your parents' house again. Grandpa and Grandma took good care of him. We dare not rent it let alone sell.”

Hanna raised an eyebrow. “Hanna thinks home already sold ..”

“No way, Hanna. Only you can sell the house because your mother has changed the certificate in your name,” explained Grandpa again.

Hanna was stunned, Grandpa then continued.

“There's one more. Thank God your grandfather and father's expedition company is growing. Although it was bad, but now it has advanced rapidly. Your father still has shares there, so each dividend distribution we deposit into his account.”

Hanna was unmoved, her brain was still digesting.

“It's okay, Cake. Really, Hanna didn't think there at all.”

“This is all documents related to your father's account and letters to take care of his closure. And in this map there is a certificate of land and building your house. And there are land assets on the outskirts of Solo.”

Hanna accepted it doubtfully.

“Thank you, Cake. Somehow Hanna felt like she was not entitled to all this.”

Grandma replied, “You have the right, Hanna, everything is a relic of your parents. Use it to build a life and a new sheet with your husband.”

Hanna turned to Dicky for her opinion.

“Think first how best, Hanna. What is clear is that you should thank Grandpa and Grandma for taking care of him all this time.”

Hanna got up and kissed Grandpa and Grandma's hands.

“Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma. Hanna was moved when there were so many mistakes Hanna made for this family.”

“All has passed. Now, be a sholihah's wife to your husband. Step in with good intentions.”

“In shaa Allah, Kek.”

***

Hanna and Dicky have returned to their rented house. Hanna was frying her husband's favorite tape. A cup of coffee was also prepared. This is the last day they get a leave of absence.

While enjoying the breeze of the afternoon, they roll out a mat on the terrace and enjoy a snack of tape and warm drinks.

“Mas, about the relics of Father and Mother. Hanna wants to ask for Mas.”'s opinion

Dicky nodded while fanning the still hot tape.

“I think, home is better for sale. All this time, Grandpa and Grandma must have been spending quite a lot. Then the sale was saved on behalf of Aira.”

“Agreed, that's a great idea. Used for Aira, yes.”

Hanna nodded, she continued, “I'm sure Mas Thoriq has prepared, but if you agree, I would like to also equip Aira.”

“Darling, I have no right to agree or disagree. All you get is a fortune from your parents. I will not follow utak-utik.”

“But Hanna wants to use the savings in the account to pay her debts Mas. The rest is still savings for us too, kok.”

“Wah makasi's. But no need. That's my brother-in-law's debt. In shaa Allah Mas can still be paid off even though slipping.” Dicky now ate a tape made by Hanna greedily.

“Mas ... please, want, yes?”

“No, Hanna. All assets are yours. Ibrahim's debt is Mas's responsibility. Don't talk about it anymore. Here open his mouth, Mas want a bribe.”

Hanna obediently, she flicked the veil and opened her mouth, and took a bribe from her husband.

“Enak right? You fried it right. I like what I think. Aaak again,” said Dicky while giving another bribe to his wife.

While feeling the legitimacy of the tape, Hanna said, “Mas, mmm if for example the money Hanna used to make an orphanage how? We can wake up on father's land. For management, Hanna can give the proposal to the pesantren.” foundation

“Maa shaa Allah, that's a great idea, dear. I agree, later on school holidays, we take the children to the orphanage.”

“Wah really, that, Mas. Let's practice their empathy, yes.”

“Honey, with the money you have, do you still want to live like this? Because it's new like this that I can love to you.” Dicky said softly as he looked at Hanna.

“Mas, Hanna doesn't mind. In the past, Hanna once had a luxurious house, but there was no calm in it. Hanna's ambition is to build a family of sakinah, mawadah, warahmah same Mas Dicky.”

Dicky smiled as he stroked Hanna's head.

“Mas will continue to strive to provide a better life for you and our children. In shaa Allah.”

“In shaa Allah, Mas.”

Dicky's eyes began to fog up to see the cool Hanna picking up the tape. He bit his lips to hold back the anxiety.

“My dear, there is still plenty of time before maghrib, make a child, yuk.” Dicky smiled seductively while raising his eyebrows.

“Mas Dicky, speaking of her deh ..” Hanna hit her husband's arm spoiled.

“Aah same, want to say make love also finally make children, right? Yuk, tomorrow-tomorrow if you have worked it can only be from the mallm until morning doang.“

Hanna was improving while blushing. Dicky helps while occasionally giving a kiss to his wife's forehead.

While bringing in the dishes and cups, Hanna asked, “Mas so agree with Hanna's plan, yes.”

Dicky took off Hanna's veil. “Agree dong, uh no ding. I just agreed that you love that one twice.”

“What's love?”

“Yang ***-*** that, which I like.”

Hanna's face turned a bright red. “Iyaa later Hanna love. Bismillah tomorrow Hanna start moving make wayin plan, yes ..”

Dicky smiled and took his wife to the room. He had imagined the pleasure that would be obtained from his wife.

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