When My Wife Is No Longer Spoiled
Rejection
Siska rolled her eyes irritated. He pursed his lips, the husband was very annoying, he had been waiting for Haikal to ask about the whereabouts of his son.
"It's only now that you're aware that we have other children besides, Reihan?" Siska asked in an annoyed tone mixed with spoiled making Haikal scratch his nape not itchy.
How else would you like? He was too happy to meet Siska, to forget that he had children other than Reihan.
"I just remembered that you were pregnant before you escaped, when I read Al Fatihah in the first rakaat." Haikal answered honestly unkindly making Siska laugh.
The demons of the past and the present make no difference. It is always during prayer, they make the forgotten to be remembered and the money remembered to be forgotten. As well as forgetting how many rakaat they do.
"Well guess what, our kid's a girl or a boy?" siska asked the spirit to make Haikal think hard.
"Twin, right?" guess Haikal was no less excited to make Siska directly hit the chest of the handsome man's field with annoyance.
"I asked the girl what a guy, not a twin!" siska's snort made Haikal laugh amusedly.
He pinched the cheeks of his wife's very adorable glee. Siska's heart warmed and flowered, so long married only tonight they make love to each other. Haikal was more warm.
"Yes already. Our second son is a girl." Haikal guessing for the second time made Siska smile happily. Finally, the husband's guess was right.
"You'll know tomorrow, Mum!" siska's mysterious smiling reply made Haikal even more curious.
"Eh, why is that, honey? I'm curious about you." Haikal couldn't accept Siska closing her ears. Then soon the woman lay her head on the lap of the husband.
They were still sitting on the prayer mat, waiting for dawn to come. Haikal who had still wanted to ask was silent, rigidly stroking Siska's head covered by a mukena.
"For the first time we pray, after many years of marriage."
Siska opened her voice, sounding raucous like a person holding back a cry. Haikal's eyes glazed over, he himself felt very evil and failed to become a good priest for his son and his wife.
"I'm sorry, I can't be a good priest yet" Haikal said slowly.
Unknowingly a single tear came out from his eye patch. Fallen upon Siska's forehead, which rests her head on Haikal's lap.
Siska opened her eyes, she saw Haikal was wiping away her tears quickly. Not wanting to look upset or weak in front of his wife.
"My fault too, for not being a good wife. My way of forcing you to marry is also wrong! But I have no regrets at all" Siska replied, wiping Haikal's hand on her cheek.
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The morning had arrived, Haikal drove his car at high speed, impatient to meet his son who was at his parents' house.
Siska grumbled in the car, the husband had eight lives, how dare he carry the car at high speed. As high as the ideals of young people.
"Mas, put a little down! Don't be so loud, I don't want to meet the angel of death, because my charity is still a little!" reprimand Siska while holding her chest pounding.
Likewise with Reihan sitting in the back does not stop saying Istighfar. Afraid that something bad might happen to them.
"Papa, this is really. Carry a fast car, very challenging for the future!" chirp Reihan was unable to harbor his frustration on the father.
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