Wedding of Yuk Ma'am?!
chapter 39

"Zidan slept with grandma?"

"Neither ah, same mother."

"Sama Aunt Dila aja Zid, in Aunt's room there are many dolls." Dila also persuaded.

"No! Zidan is a man!"

Both mother, Dila, Nina and Ozil simultaneously laughed.

"Why is it a man? Can't play with dolls?" Tanya Dila held back her laughter."who said?"

"Of Ozil!" Point Zidan. Then hug Ozil."came bobobok Om."

Ozil. "No need to ah. Om want to bobok same as ibuk. Bored with Zidan."

"Of course...." Zidan hooks the crab. Ozil laughing.

"Yes, it'll be the same bobo Om."

"Yeeeii...." Zidan cheered happily.

"Cam ibuk too?"

Ozil glanced at Nina. "Aren't they?" Ending with a grin and a rogue clatter.

Nina smiled shyly.

***

That night, in Nina's room that has been conjured into a beautiful bridal room, full of twinkling Tumblr lights.

Nina lay on the bed on the left side. In the middle is Zidan and on the right side of Ozil. All three, talk to me about nothing.

"So Zidan called Ozil, dad?" Ask plain Zidan.

"Hmmm..."

"Why?"

"Don't you?" Ask Ozil.

"Om ajah."

"Why would you like to?"

"Zidan has it, Dad."

"Where?"

"In the kubulan."

Ozil smiled a little. "Zidan doesn't want to see Dad again?" He asked, "who can take Zidan for a walk, play, sleep together."

"You!"

"If you call Om, father."

"Diamond...." Zidan seemed to be thinking of gnashing his eyes.

"Already, sleeping. Tomorrow we'll talk again." Nina hugged Zidan and patted the little boy's thigh softly while humming her child to sleep.

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The night was getting late, Nina opened her eyes because she had fallen asleep due to fatigue after the reception. Nina was still sleeping on Zidan's side sleeping in an already unclear position where her legs were.

In front of him was Zidan. The cold felt piercing his bones that night even though it had enveloped itself to the limit of his stomach. Behind Nina felt a warmer temperature that night.

Slowly, Nina looked back. Ozil has moved there. The one who initially slept next to Zidan, somehow Ozil shifted his body at what time.

"Sir Nina is awake?"

"Lohhhhh? I thought you were sleeping, Oz."

"I can't sleep anymore." Ozil said, "against here."

Nina turned her back on Ozil and now faced her little husband.

"Denger deh," Ozil brought Nina's head to his chest. "From last time the kek gini continues, how can sleep."

Nina's head was stuck to Ozil's chest. There was the sound of his rapid rhythmic heartbeat.

Nina giggles.

"Geez, son of maniss..." Anxious Nina pinches Ozil's nose.

"I'm so good."

"Yes. Ja. Go to sleep." Nina turned back to Ozil

"Not even face there anyway?" Ozil Protests.

"Why again?"

"Toward here is mbak, change the hug. Cook Zidan and hold the hug. Not even what?"

Nina laughed a little.

"Iisssha... You are Zil. He said it was big."

"I've been great, but I still have Adek who needs warmth." Babe Ozil, "Eh, I'm matiin ya mbak lampu."

Ozil wakes up and leaves his sleep.

"Aren't you afraid of the dark?"

"No. There's Nina."

Nina shook her head while clucking. Ozil walked over to the switch. Then the room lights off, also the Tumblr lights deliberately Ozil turn off.

Now that Nina's room was completely dark, only the lights that highlighted from the outside passed through the ventilation gap that penetrated the room.

Ozil again lay on the bed at Nina's side. Hugged Nina again from behind.

"Mbak targets. Is marriage good?"

"You've only had one night of grasain. Tell me it's 10 or 20 years."

"Why?" Ozil tightened his embrace again. "Don't face this."

Nina also said that, although younger, Ozil was still her priest. The husband she should always look up to and obey.

"Bak Nina if I'm old, and not handsome anymore..."

"Let's find something more handsome." Sela Nina chuckles.

"Mister Nina!" Ozil stamps Nina's body and tickles her, until Nina's body twists and laughs until her voice is inaudible."Say it again. Let's say."

"Ampunn... Forg.. Ozil." Nina said in between her laughter. "But you're just kidding."

Ozil stopped tickling Nina. For a moment they were silent in a dark space. Although not visible, they look at each other.

Slowly Ozil's face approached, his breathing rapidly hunting for oxygen.