TWENTY
SEASON TWO ~ Surprises That Failed

The news of my pregnancy would of course spread as quickly as the wind blew. Starting from my mother and father-in-law who know from Mas Alif, then all my friends also know. And if I may say, since I found out I was pregnant Mas Alif became very overprotective to me. To get down the stairs, Mas Alif always leads me. I can walk alone.

If only I did not force to stay on the move, I would have been asked to leave from my teaching activities. Though my content is still not large and does not hinder my activities, so it does not make sense that I take maternity leave. Even I've seen other teachers being pregnant and having a big stomach can still teach.

But yes understand. This was my first pregnancy. Well I want Mas Alif to experience this for the first time. So all Mas Alif's overprotective actions are to try to be a good father.

For the symptoms of morning sickness commonly experienced by young pregnant women, I also experienced it. Vomiting and nausea around dawn, but the morning is back to normal. Yes, it was thanks to the presence of Mas Alif. Somehow every nausea I always want to hug him, and it was immediately lost instantly my nausea. Yeah! All things beyond this reason apparently also experienced my mother-in-law. He said simply hugging and smelling the scent of the husband had eased his morning sickness. And I experienced the same thing. Be Mas Alif now rarely go to the mosque. Praying at home with me.

As usual, I prepared breakfast for Mas Alif. And we had breakfast together. Then I prepared some food for Jimmy, my beloved cat. Oh yes, especially for Jimmy, Mas Alif forbade me not to linger to play with him. Especially to kiss him. If you know that, Mas Alif immediately nagged it all out. And it turns out that after I asked Gea, keeping a cat is a bit dangerous for pregnant women. So yes, I can only follow his advice. Often clean up Jimmy, bring him to the vet, diligently wash his hands thoroughly stroking, and more.

"His jimmy was brought home to Mama's house how was my dear?" Alif suddenly stood behind me.

"No! I don't want Jimmy taken anywhere. Just be careful if Mas Alif wants to macem with Jimmy! I'm not sorry about it!"

Looking at my serious face and this sharp tone of my speech made him pause for a moment. Ketar-ketir face sensitive pregnant this one.

"Eh yes-yes. Jimmy stays here. No one wants to macem with him. Yes Jimmy?" Mas Alif squatted down and stroked Jimmy.

"There Mas Alis is ready to go! Don't be so fucking cool with Jimmy!" I kicked him out by pushing his shoulder to let him go.

"Yes. Here I want to get ready. Don't you want to get ready?"

"It's been a weird semester holiday. How is Alif? That's not knowing!"

"Eh yes. I forgot. Hehehe," he said while grinning. Handsome people want his face made how the fall remains handsome.

"Even the grin, get ready! Not bothering anyone," I said.

He looked like he was shuffling his hair that had been drizzled earlier. Must have been screaming in his heart because again in my eyes his actions were wrong. After his departure to the room I smiled widely.

"Look at your father! His face immediately tangled. I don't know what if we work. Hihih."

Now is the tenth ladder of December. The day on which twenty-five years an Alif Muhammad was born. He's too busy maybe, just his birthday he forgot. So today I intend to give her a birthday surprise. A day pretending to sulk before finally giving the surprise. I want to surprise her at home. So she works in the office, and I prepare her surprise at home.

"Darling! I'll go first!" his goodbye to me who was lying on the sofa, watching cartoons on TV.

"Yes. Be careful!," my words instantly came to a halt as my eyes stared right at Mas Alif.

I stood up and approached him. "B.ck.ck! You are the leader but the tie is not real! Here!" I pulled his tie until his neck was pulled, hehehe rasain!.

"Eh! Sick Baby!"

"Udah! You shut up!" On my tiptoes I confirmed the arbitrary knot of his tie.

Without guessing he pulled my body very close to him. I can even hear his breathing. This guy deliberately teased me what? My heart is dag-dig-dug gini.

Stop Nala!

Remember the initial plan!

Jutek, frown, sebel! There is no such thing as blushing-blushing.

So I quickly finished the tie knot before Mas Alif went any further. Could be a plan to pretend jutek destroyed instantly because of melting the same temptation.

"This can't be!" I said after finishing the knot. But when I was about to retreat, his hand was already right behind me. Lured me in his arms.

"intentionally. Let's be born with my beloved wife!" the whisper that makes my romak bristles.

I was in a hurry to wake myself. Then pull the tie Mas Alif to strangle his own neck. That way I can get out of his arm.

"Oh! So that! Are you intentionally doing work for me? Yesudah is really there!" I then broke back the tie knot that I had neatly made.

Without looking at it, I sat back on the couch and watched tv. "Go to work there!"

"Yes can't dong. The leadership of the tie is not really gini?"

"Pair it yourself!" tell me to stay focused with the cartoons playing.

"Yes, if so I ask for help with my work for this tie masangin."

I turned to face him. He seemed to be smiling sideways, successfully making me pay attention to him again. Okay, if that's what he wants. I walked towards him again. Instead of concluding his tie again, but just allowing a little bit of his suit. Then gently rubbed his cheek as my eyes stared right into his bead. I smiled sweetly too.

"Please if you want to. But don't blame me if you go back and forth with your body separated" I said in a soft tone as I stroked her cheek.

He seemed to be gulping his saliva roughly. "Hehehe. I was kidding, darling. Then I'll go first!" He kissed the top of my head at a glance. Then ran out of the house.

Fuck up!

I already know his wife is rich in lions like this, still trying to make jealous.

*******

After making sure Mas Alif really left, I started the action. I turned off the TV and I walked into the kitchen. Ready with a pink apron with flowers, then the mixer as the main weapon, then the battle will begin.

Uh.

But when my spirit was down, I was busy thinking about how to make a tart cake without eggs. An idea flashed through my head. Why the hell must be hard to think this is if there is a savior of a million people. Huh, Google. Googling is done.

"Well? Could that be? It looks interesting too." Just found out if I make a cake without eggs it can.

So relying on the recipes I got from the internet, I tried step by step. Mas Alif's first birthday when I was my husband had to be made special. Be the cake this time I'm willing to bother making it.

It is also called amateur and has minimal experience. The first attempt failed. The cake bantet, not to inflate. Okay, remove.

The second experiment was almost perfect, the cake was almost ripe. But suddenly the gas cylinder ran out. So the stove is dead and can't make steaming anymore.

As a result, I am still waiting for my brother to nukar the old gas tube to the new gas tube in the store. So while waiting for his brother to come, I made the third dough again. I hope this is the last and the one that works.

About an hour later I tart the chocolate flavor with a melted chocolate topping and chocolate biscuits and cherries are ready to serve Mas Alif. Just put it in the refrigerator so that the results will be more beautiful.

After that, we decorate the living room. Not too much, people only for two people. So yes the decoration is just a colorful balloon that I have ordered complete with nitrogen gas in it. Obviously, I'd be upset with my mouth if I had to blow all these balloons myself. Then the happy birthday writing that I put on the wall, and the color paper that adorns the floor and sofa.

It turns out that preparing for a little surprise like this is exhausting as well. It takes a lot of time and energy. Suddenly this is already good. Stay praying, cleaning the kitchen, after that call Mas Alif so that the afternoon can go home soon.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mas!" sweep me when the phone is connected.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Darling. What was? Tumben called, missed again!"

"Dadid! I'm just gonna ask you what time you get home?" Yes kangen. I can only say that in my heart.

"As usual, four o'clock in the afternoon. Why the hell?"

"Yes. Just ask. So I'll be home at that hour! Be careful if it's too late!"

"God willing. If there is no obstacle." I hope it doesn't. I've prepared all this for you. My prayer in my heart.

"Well, I'll hang up." Just wanted a greeting, but Mas Alif asked again.

"Cock-a-pocket?"

"It has to be long?" I asked back.

"Yes dong. You don't miss my voice, do you?" Longs. So go home quickly to know what surprise I'm giving you.

"No! Work hard there! Find a lot of money to make my needs the same little grandpa. So you don't be leha-leha! Time is money." Lah. Suddenly a gini talk. Alif extended the story. I don't know if I'm acting like him anymore.

"Yes-yes, my dear, my love. How terrible it is."

"What did you say?!" I didn't hear wrong, did he again, why am I fierce?

"Eh, no! On tv, there are pictures of crows. Yes, the crow." His alibi.

"Oh, yaudah then. Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam," the lid and the connection were severed moments later.

Just cook for dinner, then take a shower and wait! With a carefree step I walked towards the kitchen. Cooking again for the next hour. Tonight the menu is special too, yellow rice complete with fried sambal and fried chicken. Anyway, I put all my energy into making tonight go smoothly and perfectly.

The clock is showing at half-four in the afternoon. He'll be home soon. So I just need to get ready to look beautiful in front of her. The dress she used to buy when I failed to approach her inauguration I'm using now. Then my face is polished with natural makeup, no need to menor because Mas Alif do not like makeup that is too thick. Thanks to Sita, thanks to being friends with her I can know what is called make up. Before, I could only use lip ice and baby powder. Thanks to her guiding me so now Nala can look beautiful with her make up.

I was ready and waiting in the living room. The clock on the wall already showed at four o'clock. I can't wait for his return. I was nervous like this when the guy hadn't come.

"Mas Alif where the hell is he?" It was a long time ago but the man was not there yet. To the extent that the adhan maghrib in the mosque has been heard.

"Maybe the road is jammed, or if the car crashes again. So he's late." I'm trying to think positive.

So I decided to pray maghrib and isya' first. Then mend my appearance again and go down to the living room.

About half an hour later the phone I put on the table seemed to shake. Showing someone who sent a message. I was in a hurry to open it. Who knows it was from Mas Alif.

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Haish!

I thought Mas Alif. Apparently the strange person who sent the message abal-abal like. I just want to slam my phone on the floor. But I expressed my intention. I still love this phone. Instead of slamming, I used that phone to call him.

Long time connection not connected.

"This is Mas Alif's office in the forest what the hell? From earlier on the phone did not lift up," I was annoyed while putting the phone to the sofa.

It's seven o'clock at night. But the sound of the engine still not heard. Late home, cell phone not active, no news. I'll worry about this!

Nita also asked him not to know because he had come home from this afternoon.

Ah already!

I waited while lying down on the long sofa. When he suddenly appeared behind the door, who knows. While scrolling one of my social media, I waited for him.