WIFE TO MY HUSBAND
CHAPTERS 70.

(Season 2: Son for my husband's wife)

 Days change, Sundays change by months. Now it is even seven months the age of baby Zafran, the more adorable behavior that makes people around him become anxious.

"Um, you're the same mom so come from the village?" zidan asked Adel who was busy feeding Zafran with pieces of red dragon fruit.

 The baby laughed happily with a face full of red patches of dragon fruit.

"Yes, Bi. Already gone from this morning, it seems like soon to arrive." Adel replied while turning Zidan a glance and continued his activities to feed Zafran.

"Yes, if so Abi came out first. Want to buy snacks for Father and mother later, incidentally the ingredients in the kitchen are also at the end, want all shopping. Umi anyone want to be tipped?" Zidan restyled his clothes in front of the small mirror decorating the wall of the living room that was in front of him.

 "Umi mau .. emmmm, another drink rame it deh, Bi. Which is the logo of a snowman" Adel replied.

 Zidan nodded. "Okay, is there more?"

 "It's the same, don't forget to buy fruit for Zafran snack ya."

"Ready, my queen." Zidan gave his thumbs up and passed out after saying his greetings.

 Adel returned busy feeding Zafran, while occasionally taking the baby joking.

  Before long it seemed Nisa was walking closer towards them with shaky steps.

"Sir, Zafran isn't sleepy yet?" tanyakanya.

 Adel looked over and smiled. "Not yet, Nis. It's still the spirit of eating his dragon fruit, isn't it Zafran dear?" Adel turned his gaze towards Zafran who was happy again while trying to grab the dragon fruit from Adel's hand.

 Nisa sighed softly, her face seemed to imply disappointment even though it was not too obvious.

"Why, Nis?" adel asked curiously, because all this time he knew Nisa was not the type of woman whose hobby accentuated his feelings like that unless it was too heavy in his heart.

 Nisa smiled wryly. "No, Ma'am. Nisa ... just kangen sleeping with Zafran, in recent days like he is very sticky with Ma'am."

 Adel was flabbergasted, his heart breaking as if it were being blamed. Although he really enjoyed his friendship with Zafran some time back, so did not realize that there are other mothers who also miss their children.

"What ... would you like to take Zafran?" weakling.

 Nisa nodded. "If possible, Nisa misses Zafran. Later if he's awake Nisa will tell Mbak kok."

 Adel looked sadly at baby Zafran who was now beginning to look rubbed his eyes while whining a little. Usually if it is so then Adel will make Asi in the freezer to give to Zafran after being warmed. And after that all day Zafran would fall asleep at his side, and that really made Adel feel very happy.

"Mbak, how? What can?" Nisa asked again because Adel never answered.

 Adel was stunned and immediately rubbed the corner of his watery eyes, ah it feels like he is too baper even though Nisa just wants to sleep with her baby as usual and does not want to take Zafran away from her.

"Ah, yes of course you can dong, Zafran is your son, Nis. You want to avoid it anyway?"

 Adel takes Zafran from his wheelchair (baby Walker), and gives it to Nisa. Nisa's eyes seemed to sparkle happily as she received Zafran in her carriage.

 Her baby whines and turns her face to Nisa's chest, as if she's longing to suckle her mother.

"Nisa take Zafran to the room, Ma'am. Later if pakde sama bude has come call Nisa in the room," tux Nisa soft.

 Adel nodded while smiling bitterly. "Yes, just calm down."

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 It's been half an hour since Nisa asked Zafran to take her to her room, but it feels like Adel can't wait to be back with the baby. Though he knows that Nisa also has rights over Zafran.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said someone whose voice sounded so familiar to Adel's ears.

 Adel turned around and his eyes immediately sparkled happily to see who was in the doorway of his house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mommy! The father!" Adel hugged Bu Hanif and Mr. Hanif.

 The three warm hugs shed all yearnings after months of not seeing each other.

" How are you, nduk?" asked Bu Hanif while stroking Adel's hair.

 Adel broke his embrace, his eyes without getting wet with a smile adorning his lips.

" Thank God, Adel is healthy, ma'am. How are you the same father?" Adel asked back.

 "Alhamdulillah, father and mother are also healthy, Nduk. Where's your kid?" asked Mr. Hanif as he stepped inside the house to put by his luggage for his son and grandson on the table.

"Zafran's sleeping with Nisa again, sir. In wait, later if you wake up also brought out kok," said Adel while sitting by his father.

"What is the condition of your household, Nduk?" asked Bu Hanif in a soft voice. Even his body and leaning in order to get closer towards Adel.

 Adel gasped at his mother's question, as well as Mr. Hanif who immediately nudged his wife's arm.

"What's mom?" his jolt.

 Ms. Hanif only heard her own grin, while rubbing her itchy nape.

"Eh, I just want to know, sir. You wonder what it's like to share a husband."

 " Would you try? Let me get married again?"

 Plastakkk

 Ms. Hanif floated her line to Mr. Hanif's head, with her eyes glaring sharply.

 "Auhh, joking e mother." mr. Hanif seemed to wipe his tongue that felt bad.

"Your jokes aren't funny, if you say that again you don't go home to your parents!" threatening Bu Hanif pointed in any direction with bulging eyes.

"Yes yes, sorry." Mr. Hanif lowered his head and avoided continuing the commotion with Ms. Hanif who was always unwilling to budge.

 Adel chuckled at the quarrel of his mother and father who even more like a jokester than a storm.

"Okay, Mr. Ma'am. It's a fuss, Adel's stomach aches laughing this." Adel closed his mouth so as not to keep laughing until bad again.

Before long Nisa looked down the stairs with my face like she just woke up.

"Eh, that's Nisa's awake. Where's Zafran, Nis? Bring it here dong bude want to hold it. The time from the newborn has never been carried.". Ms. Hanif said to Nisa.

 Nisa looked over and smiled. "The Zafranya is still sleeping, bude. Later if you wake up Nisa bring it here, Nisa wants to eat a little to the kitchen. Bude, sir, would you like to eat?"

  Ms. Hanif sighed heavily. "Well, no. Bude here wants to hold a grandson bude really does not want to ask for food. So later just eat it out carrying Zafran, you eat it not papa, Nis. Eat a lot to make it a lot."

 Nisa just smiled wryly as it passed leaving them.