Tired of Loving you
Debates

"So that, Beb, the story. Please don't be angry again, will you?" pinta Aslan in the middle of her death.

"But I still can't believe it, brother. Yes, Fatma is a real friend of her own?" Fatma slid her head against Aslan's thigh, and then Aslan stroked Nova's forehead gently.

"Nothing is impossible, baby. We will not be able to know the contents of someone's heart, even the hearts of couples though. Sometimes, in front of a familiar snob, but behind a stab. Therefore, as much as possible we should always do good with others. At least, if they're talking about our vices, we've never been bad with them." Aslan kissed Nova's forehead, then removed Nova's head, because Mbok Mun had come.

"Please drink, Young Master." Mbok Mun put two glasses of warm tea to the table, then immediately left to finish another job.

"Oh, yes, brother. What about our relationship? We're not even sleeping in bed, are we?" asked Nova with a pouting face.

"I'm sorry, yeah, Beb. I do not want us to bear the great sin of breaking God's decree. I've heard of people like this, if you marry a girl who is pregnant with a child then, don't you care about your wife until she gives birth. Like that." Aslan looked down sharply.

"I'm sorry, too, for not being able to take care of myself until something like this has to happen. I'm sorry, Brother." Nova sobbed by covering his face using his ten fingers.

"You're not wrong, baby. No one wants to be in a position like this, including you. I don't regret choosing you, I'll never leave you. I marry you because of God, we will worship together to reach His jannah" whispered Aslan, then kissed Nova's forehead deep.

**

At the hospital, Shaka, who is still happy about the return of his wife, forgets his duty to meet Amran.

"Mas, as long as I'm asleep you're playing with other girls aren't you?" rania asked suddenly to Shaka who was busy rubbing Rania's stomach while inviting fetal chat in his wife's stomach.

"I'm just a girl, Mom. Oh... You're playing with another girl, huh?" Rania narrowed her eyes.

"No, I haven't answered yet, I'm angry first. Su'udzan it can't be, honey. Especially your own husband." Shaka stroked the back of Rania's hand and then kissed her.

"Staying answered what was difficult. You mah, I bete." Rania changes her sleeping position to turn her back on Shaka.

"Darling ... What until now you still can not believe me? I love you not just for a year or two. But forever, my dear. Do I have to split my chest first for you to believe me?" Shaka hugged his wife's stomach and then peeked at Rania's nape.

"I'm just asking, Mom. Why isn't it answered exactly as it is?" isak Rania's. His condition, which is young pregnant, greatly affects his emotional condition.

"Of course not. It should be, without me telling you, you already know the answer, you know. Don't miss anymore, huh?" goda Shaka then tickled Rania's stomach.

"The woman needs clarity using oral, Mas. Not just through the act of doing. Women always put their hearts first, men only logic. That's what makes us hard to get along with. There is ... a problem that makes us quarrel." Rania turned to look at Shaka who was already sleeping by her side. No matter where they are both. They feel that the world belongs to them.

"Because that's the purpose of marriage. Unite understanding, so that they can understand each other. If I learn to understand you, but you don't. Every second we fight." As Rania sobs in the chest of Shaka's field, Shaka replies by rubbing Rania's head wrapped in the pastel-colored hijab.

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you more, dear."