THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
Farhan's Repot

Since the incident at the mall, every day Via feels nauseous after eating. In fact, often the food that just entered the stomach must be removed again.

Via's body became thinner. Indeed, milk for pregnant women he always consume. However, it does not help much because the food intake that is successfully maintained in the stomach is not proportional to its energy needs.

Farhan was actually tormented whenever he saw his wife mutant. Via's thin body makes Farhan trenchuh.

“If I could replace, I'd better feel it. My heart aches every time I see you like this, Love,” Farhan murmured while caressing Via's hair.

The wife did not flinch in the least. He was asleep in his sleep.

Farhan's eyes glazed over to see Via's chest that looked increasingly thin up and down regularly. His heart seemed to be watching his wife. Not feeling the tears that originally pooled, escaped from the fertilizer and slid down the cheeks. Farhan's tears fell on Via's face.

Via surprised. He felt his cheeks wet. The eyes that were originally closed. Although the light of the room lamp was dim, Via could still capture the water source that made his cheeks wet.

“Hubbiy, why is Hubbiy crying? Hubbiy sick?” ask Via with a hoarse voice typical of people waking up.

Farhan jerked. He realized that his tears had awakened Via.

“Sorry, Love is waking up. Sleep again!” farhan said as he wiped his tears.

Via instead of closing his eyes again even rose from his lying position. He sat on the bed.

“Hubbiy, dong story if indeed Hubbiy sick. Don't pretend to be strong in front of Via. Hubbiy certainly tired all day working to take care of the company. Forgive Via who can't help for now. In fact, it is the responsibility of Via,” regretted Via.

Farhan changed his position. Now, he sat down with his wife. Farhan's hand slid behind Via's back until Via's body leaned towards Farhan.

“Love by what, anyway? Not because I am tired, let alone sick. The work they do is ordinary. Still heavier a year ago, when Om Danu cs was still in action. Now Mas's task is lighter,” said Farhan.

“Then, what makes Hubbiy cry?”

Farhan smiled gently even though his smile was not seen by Via. The back of Via's head.

“Mas touched to see you painstakingly conceiving our child. Love is not good to eat, nausea, mutual, because of the influence of pregnancy hormones. If you can replace, Mas wants Mas to feel it,” replied Farhan with a slightly vibrating voice.

“Okay, Hubbiy! If Hubbiy is craving, Via can not be spoiled, dong! Who continues to work? Via kan must be in college,” joked Via lightly.

Farhan took a deep breath. He stared at the wife's tyrannical face under the dim light of the bed.

“But, Mas's heart is as sliced as seeing Love as it is,” Farhan murmured.

Via chuckled. He shifted his butt so that his body faced Farhan. Via's outstretched hand stroked the husband's handsome face.

“Listen, Hubbiy! Not all women are given the opportunity to conceive their offspring. Not all women feel the pleasure of carrying a fetus. Isn't this a gift? Isn't this something to be grateful for? Every bumil pain can be a reward. Is that not an amazing thing?“

Farhan nodded. His throat felt choked withstanding the overflowing feeling in his chest. Finally, he pulled Via's shoulders, clutching the slim body inclined thinly into the arms tightly.

“Thank you, Love. Thank you for everything you do for me, for our family. May God bless our family. I want you to be my bidadriku later,” said Farhan accompanied by isak haru.

He showered his beloved wife with a loving kiss.

“Hubbiy, being by your side, getting your outpouring of love makes Via calm and happy. As long as Hubbiy loves Via, it is enough. Insha Allah Via will not feel the weight of cravings. We went through it together, yes,” pinta Via.

Farhan nodded. Suddenly a strange sound was heard.

“Kruyuukk..”

Farhan let go of his embrace. He arranged Via while smiling.

“Hungary?” ask Farhan.

Via nodded with a shy smile. “So the food just lasts a little while keep coming out again.”

“Love wants to eat what?” ask Farhan.

Via looks doubtful. Although he could not see the clock clearly, Via was sure that it was already quite late at this time. Probably near midnight.

“Tell me. Mas will try to provide for you,” said Farhan so see the doubt.

“Via peeper eat lontong satay. But, it's night,” murmured Via.

“Usually on Jalan Colombo there are still open until the early hours. Go over there. Wait, yeah! Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam,” Reply Via lirih. He did not expect Farhan langsunng rushed to find a satay seller to comply with his wishes.

Farhan sincerely took pains to comply with the wishes of Via. It turns out that the myth called cravings is quite troublesome. Not only the desire to eat strange foods or at unusual times. Sometimes, Via also asks Farhan to do the unexpected.

Once, Via wanted a young coconut freshly picked from his tree. And, Via asked Farhan who plucked the coconut himself by watching Via.

Of course it was the equivalent of a roller coaster ride for Farhan. He asked the bodyguard to find a coconut tree that was not too high. Fortunately, they found a coconut tree that was less than 10 meters tall. Although he had no experience climbing coconut trees, Farhan was determined to climb to get the young coconut that his wife wanted.

For a month, Farhan had to face challenges that were sometimes classified as extreme. Farhan also tried to fulfill Via's request.

But not this time. One afternoon, Via called Farhan and asked him to come home with ice cream. Actually, the demand is very simple especially compared to climbing a coconut tree. However, at that time Farhan was talking about important things with clients. Via's whining irritated Farhan.

“Iya, later Buy it when you go home. Now it's busy. Please understand Mas, dong!” Farhan replied in a faint tone. He immediately turned off his phone.

Before returning home, Farhan took the time to his parents' house. He wanted to vent so that the burden of his mind was slightly reduced.

“Current very, Han?” reprimand Mr. Haris who is preparing to go to the practice room.

“Where's your wife? He's healthy, right?” Ms. Aisyah followed the question.

Farhan sat on the family sofa while roughing his hair. He breathed hard.

“There's a problem?” Sir Harry is still searching with questions.

“Farhan is dizzy with Dek Via requests lately. Is cravings mandatory for pregnant women? Is cravings always weird?” Farhan asked back.

"Why is that so? Via asked what, anyway?" ask Bu Aisyah softly.

Farhan recounts Via's request from the simple to the extreme according to Farhan. He also told of Via's request that day.

"Astaghfirullah, are you talking to your wife? Farhan, the pregnant woman is very sensitive. Via must have been hurt because of your words," said Bu Aisyah.

Farhan looked down listlessly. His mind is completely fucked.

"Listen Daddy. In the medical world, cravings do not exist. However, pregnant women, especially in the first trimester, are common. It is because of hormonal changes. If he wants young coconuts, it is likely a signal from his potassium-deficient body. Bumil in the first trimester is often morning sickness, mutated to nutritional deficiencies. She asked her own husband to obey his wishes because he wanted to be noticed," added Mr. Haris sage.

Farhan gripped his hair tightly. It looks more chaotic.

"Via's request when you meet is not much compared to your old group," continued Mr. Haris.

Farhan raised his face and looked at his father's parents in turn. Miss Aisyah smiled widely.

"When Azka was pregnant, your mother asked Dad to come home with egg crust. You know, for the sake of my wife and son, I bought some crust and got on a plane to go home. In fact, at that time the ticket price included expensive for the size of the father who was a student. Dad doesn't care. Not afraid of your sister's ileran, but I'm afraid your mother's sad if her wishes are not fulfilled." Mr. Haris told me about the cravings of his wife.

Suddenly Farhan got up from his seat. His face looked so worried.

"Farhan's coming home now. Farhan worried about Dek Via why-why," said Farhan.

Mr. Haris and Ms. Aisyah nodded. They let their eldest son come home soon.

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