The Journey of the Love of the Haram Child
Chapter 86 Dejavu

"Perfect Momy" said Dzakir.

"Well... What is perfect Mas, but look at us already like the number ten aja. I'm your big zero the other number." Misela.

Dzakir laughed.

"Udah, let's just pay."

Dzakir won't argue with his wife.

Along the way to Adelia's house, Dzakir and Misela did not say much. The radio noise in Dzakir's car eliminated the silence as they were silently without a word.

Misela was still upset about the matter of the clothes she was wearing. Actually the shirt is not bad, even simple but quite nice and elegant. Especially in combination with a rectangular hijab with the same color and still remain shar'i by covering the chest of Misela. Just because his body was so stretched and his stomach was so bloated, even Dzakir sounded mocking so Misela's mood disappeared instantly.

"Honey, dong don't bend it in his face, it's not so pretty." Rayu Dzakir's.

"I am not beautiful now." Misela grumbled as she stroked her stomach and looked out the glass window.

"You're still pretty in my eyes. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, after Umi of course." Dzakir held back laughter.

"That's it...!" Misela pinched Dzakir's arm.

"Darling, you are the most beautiful wife. Do you want to put that face on after you get to Mother's house? Our sister is happy, we should be happy too." Dzakir stroked the tip of Misela's head while remaining focused on driving.

"Emang you have another wife besides me as if...!"

"Don't be so angry, keep watching our kids, baby."

After Dzakir spoke, there was a loud movement in Misela's stomach and shocked her.

"God..." Misela then gently stroked her stomach.

"Our son agreed and responded immediately. Really cool kids." Dzakir said he was still focused on driving.

Misela took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. Spreading his forced smile. Then look towards her husband. Dzakir glanced at Misela and pinched her cheek.

"It hurts me." Misela protested and rubbed her cheeks.

"You're gemesin, especially with that mangrove cheek."

Misela did not respond to her husband's words.

Arriving at the house of Adelia Misela and Dzakir immediately warmly welcomed by Adelia.

"Mother's Child... Really kangen... Grandchild of Mother, my great pity." Adelia gently stroked Misela's stomach.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mother...!" Misela then kissed the back of Adelia's hand in the follow Dzakir.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, let's go in and get everything ready. Maybe we'll be leaving soon." Adelia answered and entered the house.

The atmosphere in the house was not as crowded as before. Misela saw a radiance of happiness on the face of her sister Aldian and then approached by her.

"Duh who wants to propose to the idol. How sudden is Dek, if you don't like dating? Don't tell...?" Misela pointed at Aldian's face.

"Yes, Ka, I won't take anything that's not mine." Answer Al.

"Keep your fiancee which one the hell. You really don't tell the same story at all Kaka, really mean. May the good woman be him."

"She's a good woman Ka, I've known him for a long time and.mm later also Kaka know kok. Hehe how is my nephew Ka? Any sign yet?"

"Alhamdulillah be well. Not yet if the signs, just said about two or three weeks away."

"Hopefully, Ka, I don't seem to exist when Kaka is born."

"Where are you going on Deck?"

"Em there is."

"Oh so it is, you are playing a secret with Kaka."

Aldian left Misela alone to sit on the sofa. While Dzakir helped prepare the offerings that will be brought.

Misela was confused about what to help, because she could not lift heavy items. Dzakir also only gave a signal for him to sit sweet.

Misela was also greeted by two neighboring mothers in front of Adelia's house.

"Eh Misela, your stomach is so big is it time to go, right?"

"Yes ma'am, thank God for a little while."

"How long have you never been here? Kirain had forgotten this village hehe."

"Yes, ma'am, cook your own parents' house in the lupain."

"In fact, you are a husband of a proud daughter of a governor, you are not so Cell, you are not disobey you are your Mother."

"Mom, according to the religion of Islam, a woman who is married or already married has the status of a wife then her rights have been moved. Where the woman was initially borne by her father after marriage she will move into the responsibility of her husband. So yes I live in my husband's house Mom."

"Yes, but you cooked, you haven't been here for almost two years. You're not afraid of being a bad boy?"

"Why Mom if I'm not here? Mother who was there. And my mother doesn't mind either. I'm fully owned by my husband no longer belongs to the parents, Mom, so where is the level of disobedience?"

"You're told that the old man even volunteered."

"Not against Mom, it's like that. I can't leave without my husband, Mom."

Dzakir who saw his wife chatting with an unusual face immediately approached. Dzakir sat next to Misela.

"Why baby?" Ask Dzakir. Misela just hauled both of her shoulders while enjoying the pear.

"Oware your husband really handsome if closer gini." Said one of the mothers who had been nagging.

"Greetings to Mom." Dzakir greeted with a nod to his head.

"Greetings know too. You can know Misela where you're handsome, even though it's beautiful, how would you like a widow?"

Misela was stunned and rounded her eyes. Usually Misela is very patient to face the talk of mothers who often say it, but because since pregnancy Misela is very unstable emotions.

"Mom, listen up...!" Before Misela finished her speech Dzakir held Misela's hand and shook his head.

"She was my soul mate Ma'am, so we met with God's permission. Let's go, ma'am, everything's ready." Dzakir got up from his seat along with Misela and walked into the car.

Dzakir's car is special for delivery, so there are only Dzakir and Misela in the car. While the other two cars are the Misela family and Pak RT and some close neighbors who accompany him.

Dzakir's car drove the rear. Throughout the journey Misela only complained that is actually not too important about these mothers.

"Here you go, baby, not so good. You will also gibah lo. The sinful inget of the gibbah is the same as eating the carcass of his own brother."

"Astaghfirullah's. O Allah forgive the servant who is often uncontrollable his emotions." Misela rubbed her face.

"Darling, you really don't know Al's fiance?"

"He doesn't want to tell me. But I hope she's a good woman, Mommy."

"Your ass is."

Dzakir rubbed the tip of Misela's head to make her blush in shame.

Misela also dyed to see the atmosphere on the road. There was something strange he felt. Like feeling dejavu. Misela also watched closely to the left even to the right.

"Mas, I know this is the way."

"You've been to this area, baby?"

"Yes, this is like going home.... Uhm....!"

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