A Ghost To Mak

Cravings

Laila put her body on the bed, she felt nauseous and kept wanting to vomit. Paul is on standby to take care of Laila. The bespectacled man was already sound asleep next to Laila, his body facing the wall hugging a bolster pillow. Laila rested her back on the bed with a pillow.

His hand rubbed Paul's hair gently. His heart gave infinite gratitude to be able to get a patient husband as well as an adult like Paul. Although sometimes like a seductive fad, but he knows that Paul is the best man.

The door of the room opened, Mak Nur entered carrying a tray containing warm tea and placed it on the nightstand. The middle-aged woman sat down on the side of the bed.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Laila doesn't help cook first. Still nauseous" said Laila.

"It's okay. Mak also used to feel the same way while pregnant brother. Even Mak cravings strange," said Mak. Looking towards his only son who was fast asleep.

"Didn't what, Mommy?"

"Ahh .. ah already. Lupain. I'll be embarrassed to tell Mak."

"News, Mama. Laila wants to know."

"Mak ngidam want to sniff the beard ustadz who like to come to fill out studies in the mosque. His home is far from here."

"Create ...?" ask Laila curious.

"Abah gives the cravings, Mak. Borrow a motorcycle with your brother to go there. Alhamdulillah Abang sama ustadz it has a similar face. Yes, because I love to see his style of speaking."

"But, Mother. Laila even likes sprains Brother. I don't like that. It's not natural, anyway?"

"Sure, it's because Laila loves the same child Mak. Aye, right?"

"Th ... Mak." Laila threw her face away, biting her lower lip withholding laughter.

"Laila what do you want to eat? Let Mak make it."

"No, Mom. Thanks." Thanks."

Laila again felt nauseous, quickly exiting the room towards the bathroom. His body felt increasingly weak, plus this morning ate only a little. Now I'm throwing up again.

"Vomit again, dear?" Paul massaged Laila's neck. The woman did not say much, only able to nod softly. After washing Laila's mouth, Paul led her into the room. Mak Nur looked worriedly, even had time to wake Paul who was still asleep, afraid of anything happening to his daughter-in-law.

"Laila ate yes. What do you want to eat, honey?" ask Paul.

Laila threw herself on the bed, she felt her body very limp. His head is also dizzy.

"No appetite, Bang."

"Laila has to eat. Let's not drown."

"But don't want to, nausea, Bang!" Laila's upset. Always forcing me to eat. Why Paul forced her to eat.

"A little bit. Yeah," Paul persuaded, without getting tired.

"Abang knows it! Laila didn't want to eat anything. Not delicious! Nausea!" Laila was exhausted with patience.

Paul grabbed Laila's hand, and held her tightly.

"Sorry, brother. Because Laila's brother has to feel uncomfortable. And lost appetite. Sorry."

"Why you should apologize. It's all God's will. No one is to blame."

Paul drew his face closer and kissed Laila on the forehead, "Thank you, honey."

"Again eat, Mak asked my brother to love Laila."

Resignedly. Laila nodded, the glasses man headed for the kitchen. There Mak Nur has prepared a plate of rice that is gently cooked as well as chicken that is chewed . For some days Laila was not at all tasteful to eat, except porridge or rice that was cooked very gently.

"Thank you, Mom, for accepting Laila and loving my brother's wife." Paul sat across the table.

"Soundless child. Why should I say thank you. This is because Mak loves your wife. Laila was a good boy, of course many loved her. Already, quickly feed Laila, pity your son starve because his mother does not need to eat."

Paul obeyed Mak's orders, and brought the tray. Inside the room, Laila was walking back and forth around the room.

"Raptain, Honey?" Paul grabbed it and sat down on the side of the bed.

"Nothing. Just bosen. Go out, look at the sun and get dizzy, okay?"

"It's okay. The word Mak is natural. Every woman has different cravings. And I enjoyed every process. Brother will look after and take care of Laila all his heart."

"Abang lebay!" exclaim Laila. His hand clenched Paul's arm, spoiledly leaning his head there.

"Eat first, yeah. Brother bribe. After that take the vitamin so as not to be too nauseous."

Laila nodded, and ate voraciously the food that Paul was offering.

"Tomorrow to go to school, yeah. Take leave. For the next month, brother forbid Laila to teach!" paul said firmly.

"But, Bang ...."

"No use but but, brother is more worried about Laila's situation."

Her husband's words are absolutely indisputable. In Laila's heart, she already missed her protege terribly. Missing teaching is also chatting with fellow teachers. But on the other hand, he also did not want to argue Paul. For the sake of taking care of himself, the man was willing to neglect his job and let Ridwan work alone in the tavern.

"Why daydream?" Paul touched his hand to Laila's face, the woman stammered when she was daydreaming.

"It's okay, Bang." Laila touched Paul's hand on his cheek.

"Ridwan said that his brother from afar needed a job. So you let me work in the store. After all brother also has to take care of Laila." Paul put a plate on the nightstand, then rested his back on the bed. His eyes were slightly closed, he felt drowsiness because some days Laila often invited him to stay up because of nausea and asked for a swab on his back.

Paul shook his head, his eyes already completely closed. The glasses guy is asleep. Laila patted the pillow and grabbed Paul.

"Not so, it could hurt the neck."

Paul opened his eyes for a moment, then stretched out his body, "I'm sorry, you're really sleepy."

"It's okay. My brother slept." Laila kissed Paul's head, and went outside to keep the old dinner plate. He washed it and put it back on the shelf.

Mak was not in the kitchen, but from the outside came the sound of Mak who was busy cleaning the grass. Wanting out helped, but the sun made Laila's head feel dizzy. Laila went back into the room.

**

After the Magrib prayer, Mak Nur told him to have dinner. Mak's cuisine is served on the dining table.

“Eat this, to reduce nausea.” Mak Nur scoops the clear vegetable onto Laila's plate.

“Still, Mak.”

They eat with greed. Likewise with Laila, he endured nausea and tried to eat. He also missed his cooking.

After she finished eating, Laila washed the dishes as well as a spoon. Mak and Paul had already moved up and sat in the living room watching television. Laila peeled some ripe mangoes and served them on the table. The woman sat down next to Paul and rested her head on the man's shoulder.

Azan Isya reverberated and Mak Nur prayed first, then entered the room.

“Besok brother to the store is okay?” paul asked, but his eyes looked straight at the front of the television.

“Nothing. God willing.”

“Well that's it .. pray, yuk. This is rest. Laila has to rest a lot. Let our child be healthy “

Both also took water ablution and Isha prayer. Paul turned off the television and locked the door. Laila changed clothes with a nightgown, while Paul still wore a sarong and a cocoa shirt.

Laila took a sleeping position in the middle, and putting her head on Paul's arm, she tried to close her eyes. The man in glasses fell asleep first. Laila twisted her body, trying to find a good position so that her eyes would be closed. But vain. Until midnight, he was still awake.

“Abang ...”

Laila touched Paul's cheek, the man opened his eyes slightly. His cheeks are smiling.

“What, Unfortunately brother?”

“Laila can't sleep.”

“Sini, brother hug let Laila can sleep.”

“Nmobile. From earlier also hugged Abang. But hard.”

“Or want to enter the sarong brother. Here.” Paul opened the scabbard. But Laila's hand prevented it.

“Is ... My brother was still tempted. Laila hungry, Bang!”

Paul's eyes widened. He glimpsed the clock on the wall, twelve o'clock.

“Eat? Clock like?” Paul looked at the two eyes of Laila sleeping on his arm.

“Mau satay chicken.” Laila smiled. His eyes looked at Paul. The man put on a face. The first thing to do for a husband is to obey the wishes of his pregnant wife.

“No delay tomorrow want, Dear?” Paul buried his face on Laila's shoulder, he was very tired. His body has barely slept lately, plus Laila left home because of Fitri's case.

“Ya. Tomorrow eat the satya.” Laila stared at the ceiling of the room, her hands rubbing her still flat stomach. Paul looked at his wife's attitude. He surrendered. Immediately get up and replace the sarong with trousers, then grab the blue jacket hanging behind the door.

“Loh, Where are you going?” ask Laila confused.

“Not Laila said you want to eat chicken satay?” Paul confirmed the location of his jacket.

“Abang cape. Buy it tomorrow.”

“Nothing. Buy it now. Laila wait, yes.” Paul kissed Laila's forehead, not forgetting her stomach which will soon be present prospective baby.

“Do not be naughty, yes. Abi buy satay first make umi.” Paul rubbed Laila's stomach.

The white car went out of the yard, and broke through the night wind, looking for the whereabouts of the chicken satayman. He tried to come to the satay cart that used to hang out near the store. But the place is closed. He forgot that every Monday night is closed. Trying to find somewhere else that turned out to be quite far away. Paul's efforts were not in vain, after an hour of searching finally met.

Paul ordered ten chicken skewers, as well as one serving of goat satay for himself. The bespectacled man felt hungry because he was tired of looking for the existence of sataymen.

At half-time, Paul was home. He put Laila's satay on the plate. For him too. In the room, Laila looks to have fallen asleep with a position hugging a bolster pillow. Slowly Paul rubbed Laila's arm. The woman woke up and sat on the side of the bed.

“Eat first. Chicken satay order Laila.” Paul thrusts a plate of satay and puts it on the nightstand.

“That's satay who?” laila asked, pointing to the other plate.

“That sate goat. My brother is hungry too. Eat together, yes.”

Laila nodded, her hand took a skewer and ate it and drank. After that, Laila put her body back on the bed.

“Loh, really not spent.” Paul was astonished to stare at the satay that still remained a lot.

“Laila full, Bang. Brother spend, yes.”

Paul gulped. He imagined having to spend two servings of satay at once.

“Yes Allah, Dear. If Laila cravings like this every night. Brother can be fat suddenly.” Laila smiled at Paul.