The Story of the Children of the Juragan
218. Saltmaking
Fatim walked up the stairs, towards his room. Leon follows him, carrying a suitcase belonging to himself and his wife.
After arriving at the door of her room, Fatim took a deep breath, then let out a slow breath. It felt like a long time ago that he left his room.
The room that provided comfort for him all this time. Because it is usually used to rest, and unwind every day.
"Why is it dumb?" leon asked, who had been watching his wife sit at the door.
"I'm not a bully. But I'm still staring."
"Mrummed? Contemplating why? It's already night. Are you not tired? Sitting for hours on a plane?"
"Yes, I didn't expect it. It's been too long since I left my room."
Leon breathed. And hugged his wife. He began to understand what his wife was feeling.
"You must be very upset. Because it hasn't been done for a long time, has it?"
"Do you want to stay here any longer?"
"Of course you want. Just so there's Leon's brother accompanying me."
"Ah, so sweet your answer. Dear." Leon scanned his wife's face while smiling.
"That's it. I'm going in. Come on."
Fatim opened the door. Again stopped at the doorway and scanned his spacious room. Room with shades of pink typical women.
"I went into your room. Feels to be a whole woman." cheered Leon, as he passed his wife in. Then threw his body on his soft bed.
Fatim was seen smiling, watching her husband roll over his bed. Then he moved closer to her.
"Sister. Take a shower there. I don't want to sleep with someone who hasn't taken a shower. Smell asem knows." Fatim closed his nose while grinning. An anxious Leon saw his wife, grabbed her and dropped her by his side.
"Arghhh... What the fuck is brother?" squealed Fatim in surprise, while rubbing his distended stomach.
Didn't expect her husband to have a thousand and one ways to make her surprised every day.
Lucky strong content. So that he and the baby in his womb do not feel pain. When I dropped it. Try if the content is not strong. Maybe he was grimacing in pain.
"Sister Leon knows why his hobby always surprises me. What if nothing happens to our baby." - Fatim was upset.
"Where does Leon know?" Fatim turned his head towards her husband, who was on his right side.
"Know dong. Want proof?" Leon rolled his eyes mischievously.
"My feeling of saying is bad. I better take a shower first. Than Leon's brother pranking me again." Fatim immediately rose from his sleep. Leon was chuckling.
The pregnant woman immediately took a shirt and towel, then brought to the bathroom in her room.
He filled his bathtub with warm water. Then soak in there. It feels good in the body, and makes it more comfortable.
Meanwhile in bed. Leon's getting nervous. His wife had been in the bathroom for too long.
"Fatim is bathing or sleeping anyway, in the bathroom. How long." he muttered.
He got up from his sleep, then walked back and forth in front of the bathroom. Like knocking on the door, but hesitating. While inside, there was also no sound of water gurgling or anything.
"Well, he can sleep in the bathroom." he murmured again.
Curious, Leon finally knocked on the bathroom door. But repeatedly knocking on the door, there was still no answer.
While in the bathroom. Fatim still enjoys soaking in warm water. He didn't realize he had been there too long. Even the knocking of the door he did not hear it. Slowly the light of his eyes began to dim. And his head started to fall.
"Darling." cried Leon repeatedly.
Because there was no answer, he finally intended to break down the bathroom door. He took a few steps back, to take a step. Then run fast.
He had not yet broken down, suddenly the door was already open by himself. Leon couldn't hold back his strength. Until finally fell on the bathroom floor.
Fatim who saw that, immediately felt shocked. His hands smothered his gaping mouth, and rounded his eyes.
Argh....
Leon groaned in pain. Slowly he turned his body. His face was flushed with pain all over his body.
His hand moved rubbing the other hand and his chest felt tight. Because he fell in a downturned position.
"W-what did you do? Want to play salto in the bathroom?" fatim's voice still rattled, still shocked to see what her husband was doing. Slowly, she crouched down and helped her husband stand up.
"Yes, I love salto. Tomorrow I will play the salto again. But on the bed. And of course with you too."