TWENTY
SEASON TWO ~ Start Manja

It has become a habit every morning, after the dawn prayer Mas Alif always read the letters in the Quran. And I gladly listened to and followed Mas Alif's reading. We hope that later the children in this womb can be children who are sholeh or sholehah and have the Qur'an. Yes, children. I was apparently pregnant with twins.

“Shadaqallaahal ‘adzim.” Mas Alif and I ended the reading of Surat Al-Kahfi.

As usual, he would swipe and kiss my already enlarged stomach. And because it's carrying twins, the size of my stomach is like an eight-month pregnant woman. I don't feel like my gestational age has entered its sixth month. And when I did the gynaecology check-up, my condition and my baby-to-be were grateful to be in good health.

“Assalamualaikum his future sons Abi! Get healthy in there!” mas Alif said to talk to the baby in my stomach.

“Wa’alaikumsalam Abi! Dedek all here healthy kok!” I answered by imitating the typical voice of a child. Makes me laugh and myself laugh.

“Yes already, I want to take warm water for you to take a shower,” I said then take off the mucus I was wearing.

“Not to darling! Let me just.” And as usual, Mas Alif always refused my attention.

Since my stomach has grown, Mas Alif began to show his protective attitude. From sleeping now in the guest room so I don't get tired of going up and down the stairs. It is forbidden to do strenuous activities such as gardening and cleaning the house again. Mas Alif had suggested to hire a housekeeper. But I rejected his proposal. Besides because it takes time to get used to new people, while I can still work there is no need to rent any ART. As a result, Mas Alif is always doing house cleaning activities.

Mas Alif then went out for a bath, because in this guest room there is no toilet in it. Usually at this time I will cook, but somehow today it feels lazy. Is it possible that Sunday's effect is synonymous with the national day of laziness? Hm. Maybe so.

So I chose to lie on the bed while playing on my phone. Then check the messages that came in last night, then just open my instagram account. The contents of my search history are mostly food recipes. Be a lot of photos or videos about the cuisine that appear on my beranda. Early in the morning seeing food posts made my appetite tempted.

“Loh, Honey? You're not cooking?” tanya Mas Alif who has changed clothes with sports clothes.

“Lagi malas nih Mas. Have breakfast with bread?” I replied soberly with eyes still focused on the phone screen and hands busy scrolling the screen.

“Iya. It's nothing,” he said.

“Sorry Yes Mas!”

“Hmm... oh yes, I'm running out of this to jog. You take care of the house!” pampered.

“Wait!” With great difficulty I tried to get out of my sleep. Luckily Mas Alif was quick to help me. “I want to come!” my door.

Actually my content is strong if made for the streets, but Mas Alif aja who more not allow me. But finally said the doctor at the time of check-up yesterday to deny the fear of Mas Alif.

“Iya. You change your clothes first!” Right you. Alif can now.

Soon I got out of bed and changed clothes. Thanks to my distended stomach now whatever I do will take a long time. A small example when changing clothes that can now take up to ten minutes.

“Come Mas!” take me to Mas Alif who is reading the newspaper in the living room.

On the porch of the house I saw Mas Alif casually wearing shoes. While I try desperately just to put on socks. My stomach was blocking my hand from reaching my toe.

“Haish!” So upset himself from earlier masang socks but can not-can.

Hearing my moans made Mas Alif turn his head, and moved towards me. “This let me help!”

Mas Alif led me to sit on the chair because I was on the floor. She painstakingly put the socks on both my feet, then took my shoes off the shelf.

The cup!

I kissed her forehead which was shrinking because of the focus on concluding my shoelace. “Still Yes Mas!”

The same thing he did. Smacked the back of my palm and smiled sincerely at me in response to my thanks.

“Already!” he said, grabbing my hand to stand up.

Hand in hand we both walked out of the yard. The route is enough to go around the complex only, not to get to the big road. But even so, still walking a single round had already made my breath gasp. Mas Alif who was running around beside me realized that.

“You're tired of Which?” I asked him what I answered with a nod of my head. “Ya already, break bentar.”

I push Mas Alif with my head, making his forehead shrivel in confusion. “Why don't you want?”

“I want to keep going,” I replied.

“She was tired? If you are tired, rest, dear. Don't force it!” said Mas Alif holding my hand to take me to the side of the road to rest.

“Chiih! Don't want to rest Mas!” This guy is really crazy! I said I want to keep going but make a break. It's not my fault I took his hand off.

Mas Alif breathed a tired breath. Maybe tired of facing me? “Continue now want you how?”

“Gendong!” I said excitedly as I spread my hands wide.

Mas Alif's eyes immediately glared at me after hearing my request. “What? Carp?!” he asked in a surprised tone.

“Iya. Can I still finish the round even though tired.” This is what I meant earlier.

Alif seemed to think for a moment. Like considering a tough decision. Then his eyes looked at me from top to bottom. Don't tell me she's judging my weight?!!! How bad to be bad! I don't think I'm fat. I only gained fifteen kilos.

“Mas!” call me 'cause he's been thinking about it for a long time. “Candy! Or am I crying?!” my threat seems to be working. He started to approach me and then carried me bridal style.

“Kok gendong front anyway? I want it back!” my protest.

“You don't think about the fate of your stomach? If the rear carrier can be clamped.”

“Oh yes,” I said then grinned wide.

With a slow but definite step Mas Alif carried me to do one more round. While he was trying his hardest, I kept encouraging him in his carrier. Occasionally rubbed his sweat that poured very fast. The journey is almost over, from here I can see the gate of my house.

When passing in front of his house Rangga and Astri, it appears they are with Lia just starting to exercise. Rangga and Astri were taking small walks, and Lia was walking slowly while holding her parents' hands.

“Ciiiee!! Still early in the morning showing off the romance of Buk!” shouts Astri who insinuates me.

“Ele envy! Tell the carrying Rangga there!” my reply is not to lose.

“Haish!!! Where strong I carry him Na. Now it's fat,” said Rangga pointed towards Astri, aiming to tease him.

But one thing Rangga did not realize, that is, never joke or discuss weight in front of a woman. That's a very sensitive thing to know?! Look at Astri. His face was already sour as he responded to Rangga's joke. Address there will be a third world war.

“Oooh. Now I'm fat huh?” astri said repeating Rangga's words.

Rangga who was confused because his joke was wrongly responded could only grin wide while lifting two index and middle fingers in the air. Peace sign. “Kidding Who!”

“Ya. Then we want to continue! You guys keep fighting at home!” pamittu. I patted Mas Alif's chest for a quick walk. Leave that family who's warming up.

But I also felt curious about the continuation. Finally my head popped up behind Mas Alif's shoulders to peek at what happened next. OH WAAHH! Is correct. Astri is not in the mood anymore. From here, he invites Lia back to his house. Leaving Rangga alone in front of the gate.

“Drink Mas!” I handed him a glass of water.

And in one drink, the water that filled the big glass was directly unceremonious toilet. “Thank you Dear!”

“Iya.”

In silence, suddenly I heard the sound of my stomach rumbling. Meronta wants to be fed. Just realized that before the road I had not had breakfast. Mas Alif who closed his eyes while leaning on the chair also opened his eyes and looked towards me. “You haven't had breakfast?” tanyakanya.

“But Mas. It was too excited, so changed clothes immediately departed deh.”

“You were!” Mas Alif was anxious himself to the point of shuffling the top of my head and making my hijab fall apart.

“Yes already, I order food first yes!” he said he was ready to order Gofood.

“Eh! Don't-don't Mas!”

Hearing my ban made him frown and ask me why.

“I did not miss the food there,” I replied.

“What does it want? Coming straight to his place?” the bargain that I immediately embraced with spirit.

“Ya already, if so I ready the car first.” Mas Alif then moved from his seat to go to the garage. Then take out the car to be ready for use.

He then helped me get into the car, then romantically fitted my seatbelt. A little thought that touched my heart. Haish!

“Where do you want to eat?” ask after the car out of the complex area.

“You to the park!” myrag.

“Ke park? Why?”

“Yes eat it. Time to salto on the side of the road,” I replied ketus.

“Hasih! You are!” he was about to shake the tip of my head again. But soon I dodged, not wanting my hijab to fall apart again.

“Iya knows to eat, but why should it be in the park?” mas Alif.

“You eat chicken noodles sold near there.” Yes, do you remember the chicken noodles and meatballs I ate with Iren and Tika a few months ago? Nah. Since then I have been buying there and becoming a loyal customer.

“Well. Say that dong from earlier,” said Mas Alif then began to increase speed to get to the park immediately.

Arriving at the park area and Mas Alis had pulled over his car, I immediately invited him to approach the father of the chicken noodle seller. But my face pias right away when I did not find the chicken noodle cart I used to go to. There was only a line of people selling all sorts of porridge and boiled corn.

“Not there ya?” tanya Mas Alif seemed to understand the meaning behind my sad look.

“Iya.”

“Usually if people sell chicken noodles or meatballs that around the afternoon until night, rarely anyone sells in the morning like now.”

Mas Alif said there is a point as well. I usually buy it right home from teaching. And it's been a bit late afternoon.

“But I want that chicken noodle Mas!” whinekku to him. My heart just wants to eat it, not anything else. Is this maybe a cravings?

“Then we come here again this afternoon, huh? Now let's find another meal.”

“ENGK! I want it now!!”

“But kan-,”

“Any now!” soon I cut off his words so as not to give any more excuses.

Finally, Mas Alif accepted my request. He walked up to one of the green bean porridge sellers to ask if he knew the father of the chicken noodle seller. After talking for a long time, Mas Alif had obtained his father's address info. It turns out that his house is not far from here.

“Ayo departing!” seruku spirit.

From the address that was told, it looks like our car is close. But unfortunately there is a small alley that can not be passed by a car. As a result, we both walked down the alley and finally arrived. I know because in front of the green house there is already a cart that I know very well parked there.

“Assalamu’alaikum!” kataku and Mas Alif together.

I faintly heard the voice from within, then followed by a door that began to open wide. The middle-aged woman stood up with a wondering face. “Sorry, what's up?”

Mas Alif immediately expressed the intention of our arrival. The mother who heard Mas Alif's story could only smile and turn to me who was the source of the conversation.

“The wife again cravings it Mas! Fortunately soon followed,” said the mother then let us in.

“That, I still make meatballs in the kitchen. It's just as good to wait here ya!” he again invited us to sit in his living room chair.

“Emm.. Mom, if you want to see Dad make the meat can not Bu?” my many.

“Bby kok. Come with Mom if it's.”

Me and Mas Alif followed in Mom's footsteps. Sure enough, when almost approaching the kitchen the delicious aroma of meat meatballs mixed with sauce immediately came out. The father who was making meatballs was immediately surprised by my arrival.

“Loh. Neng Nala's? How can it be here?” tanyakanya.

“This is sir. The Enengnya again crave chicken noodles made by Mr.” The mother apparently answered.

“Oalah it.” The father then looked towards me and Mas Alif. “Ya already, Mr. directly make it then.”

Since the father made me chicken noodles, replace the mother who made the meatballs. It didn't take long and two bowls of chicken noodles for me and Mas Alif were ready. While eating directly from the kitchen, I occasionally chimed in on the claws of the father who teased me and Mas Alif.

“Thank you sir!” pamitku because I have spent two bowls of chicken noodles, apparently I still add another serving. Making Mas Alif head bobble.

“Iya. Later if you crave again do not hesitate to come here,” said the father was friendly.

“Sure Sir. Thank you again. Then I am the same wife who came home first,” said Mas Alif then walked with me out of the house.

“Iya. Be careful on the road ya y'all!” said the mother to take me and Mas Alif to the front door.

“We go home first, Assalamu’alaikum!” Me and Mas Alif immediately resigned and passed from the father's house. Go down the small alley to get to the car, then go home to rest.