A Ghost To Mak

Self-deprecation

Paul rubbed his painful head. Slowly he opened his eyes, his eyes looking around. He was in his room, lying there. On the left, Laila sat on the bed with her back propped up with a pillow and closed her eyes.

"Darling," said Paul. His hand grabbed Laila's hand which was on the thigh. Slowly Laila opened her eyes and turned her head towards Paul who was slowly moving his head and putting it on Laila's lap.

"Brother can be here? That feeling of trying to put fruit in the kitchen?" paul asked, a little surprised.

"Yes Allah ... Is he conscious?" Laila's tears flowed profusely, Laila looked at Paul with an anxious look. The bespectacled man also cried and increasingly drowned his face into the lap of the wife.

"So Brother fainted, Abi and aunt who cut up Abang. We're going to the doctor, Bang. Brother's face was pale. What sick brother?" Laila asked various questions, she was impatient with the circumstances that befell her beloved husband. Paul was crying more and more, he did not even answer Laila's question.

"It's okay. You're just a little soy, honey." Paul lied. He lifted his face and sat facing Laila. Wiping away Laila's tears, as well as her tears that were still left on her cheeks.

"Yes Allah. Laila's worried. Aunt Abi is worried about you too. Laila get out first. Tell aunt Abi that Abang is conscious."

Laila rubbed Paul's arm gently, and got off the mattress.

"Maomi ...."

Paul came down from the bed, hugged Laila who was about to open the door.

"Which why? Today, how much do Laila's hugs feel?"

"It's okay. Brother Kangen Laila. Really missed!" exclaim Paul. He incessantly showered Laila's head with a kiss. The woman let her husband do whatever he wanted. Although in his heart the question arises, about Paul's attitude is suddenly more romantic and more protective.

"Eat, yuk. Brother is hungry," take Paul and get out of the room.

Abi and aunty were sitting at the dining table. The two stared anxiously as Paul was in the kitchen.

"Which why? How's things going? Still dizzy? Let auntie bring food to the room?" Aunty got up from her seat and pulled Paul's arm about to tell him to go back into the room.

"That's okay, Bi. Want to eat together here. It's okay."

He pulled out a chair and told Paul to sit down. Laila grabbed the plate and filled it with rice and side dishes. He gave it to Abi, and then Paul. Dinner was delicious, Abi asked about Paul's business. And also the condition of Laila's pregnancy.

"Alhamdulillah, Bi. Laila did not feel sick. Brother bought a good vitamin and did not feel nauseous anymore, " explained Laila to Abi and aunt who seemed worried about the condition of the pregnancy that was initially severe.

"Darling, the fruit you bought is still there? I want to eat food after eating!" exclaim Paul. Abi, aunty and Laila stared in surprise.

"This is the story of how he craves change?" ask auntie while laughing.

"Didn't change, Bi?" ask Paul.

"Can."

"There's still fruit? There's a sambal, right?" ask Paul.

"There was. Auntie get ready."

They continued eating, then sat together in the living room with a plate of young mango plus sambal rujak. Paul greedily ate the mango plus the sauce. Laila stared in surprise at her husband, and Abi was also her aunt.

"Don't you?" Paul thrust out a plate containing pieces of mango.

Laila shook her head, "make it up" said Laila.

“By the way, how's Adam doing now?” ask auntie to mumble a little.

Uhukk ....

Paul nearly choked on the piece of mango he just bit. Laila immediately gave him some drinking water.

“Slow-slow, Bang. Laila also did not ask for young mangoes. I don't want to.”

Paul wiped his wet mouth. He tried to neutralize himself so as not to be too surprised at the direction of their conversation.

“Adam after completion of the graduation directly paid to Abi to meeantau,” explained Abi.

“Iya .. whereas aunt kangen same sound melodious broth again njai. Make adem.”

Paul tried to press his chest which suddenly felt very painful. He is self-conscious if he is no one, nor is it a fitting match if you have to face the figure of Adam. Such a handsome man also had a beautiful voice.

Quickly, Paul spent the rest of the time. Bring dishes to the kitchen and wash your hands. Abi first retreat to rest, followed by the aunt into the room. Paul and Laila live in the television room.

For a while the two were drowned out by the show that was being aired on television. Paul glanced at the clock on the wall, at half ten p.m.

"Sleep, yuk. Brother's sleepy." Paul pulls the arm of Laila's robe with spoiled. The woman glanced sharply at Paul.

"A little while, yeah. Laila still wants to watch TV," said Laila trying to be indifferent to the bespectacled man's request. In his heart he laughed as he looked at Paul's slightly annoyed expression.

"Yes already. I slept first."

"Humm ...." Laila did not budge as Paul got up from the chair and was already standing in front of the bedroom door.

"Yes, Brother!" laila exclaimed, without looking. His face remained focused on the television screen.

Paul rang in annoyance as he opened the door. Laila closed her mouth trying to hold back the laughter because it managed to prank the husband.

Laila exhaled when the door of the room was completely closed. He turned off the television and headed for the kitchen. Make a glass of warm honey for Paul.

In the room, Paul had already changed his clothes with a t-shirt and trousers with a sarong. He took off his glasses and put them on the nightstand. He lay down his body on the bed with both hands under his head.

Paul turned his back to Laila as he entered the room. Laila realized that it was too much to prank her husband. All this time, he always followed Paul's orders. This was the first time Laila had not complied with her request. And Paul, upset by the demigods.

"Laila made you a drink. Let her body eat."

The man was silent, trying not to care. Laila sat down by the side of the bed, persuading Paul.

"Absite ...." Laila touched Paul's arm. The man remained silent.

"angry? Yes, if you don't want to drink. Laila doesn't want to take care of my brother!" laila was about to stand up. Paul quickly turned his body around and blocked Laila's wrist.

Paul then sat on the side of the bed, his left hand still holding Laila's hand, then his right hand grabbed the glass on the nightstand and drank the contents until it was finished.

Laila sat down next to Paul. His eyes looked at the downcast husband.

"What do you think?" his hand was tightly clasped by Paul's hand. Laila realized that her beloved husband was being troubled.

"Either. Confused brother. I don't want to lose Laila. Brother's afraid, honey." Paul looked at Laila's face, the man's eyes glazed over. Slowly her tears dripped down her cheeks.

"Abang. Laila's here. What's that scared of?"

"Not knowing, dear." Paul grabs Laila's shoulder and holds her in his arms. Laila felt Paul's body tremble slightly. The woman knew that her husband was agitated. Paul is reluctant to share.

"Come to sleep. Let's get her body all over tomorrow." Laila took off her embrace. Then I opened the hijab and changed clothes.

Paul looked at Laila's sleeping face in his arms. His right hand rubbed his cheeks as well as his long hair. Occasionally his lips kissed Laila's forehead as well. Paul's heart was completely shrouded in agitation. The shadow of Adam's face disturbed the comfort of his heart.

“Yes Allah. Protect the little family of servants,” shrewd Paul as he closed his eyes. His embrace tightened on Laila who was fast asleep.

**

After the shower and breakfast, Laila said goodbye to her in-laws. Last night I forgot to tell Mak if I don't go home and stay at Abi's house. Laila could not bear to tell Mak Nur if Paul fainted when he got home. After saying goodbye to Laila's family, Paul returned to drive his car towards the big road.

“Abang today don't go to the store first, yes. Rest at home. Laila doesn't want anything to happen to you!” Laila glanced at Paul who was focusing on driving. The bespectacled man glanced over, his thin lips twisting a smile.

“Let brother rest or indeed Laila who miss brother?” paul said in a slightly seductive tone.

“Abang of kepedean!” laila spray.

Not half an hour, Paul's car was already in his yard.

Both of them went into the house. Mak Nur was in the kitchen cooking.

“Assalamualaikum, Mak,” says both together. Then kiss the back of Mak's hand ta’zim.

“Why not phone Mak?” mak asked worriedly.

“Sorry, Mom. Brother forgot.”

Mak Nur was silent, not answering Paul's answer. Laila is uncommanded to help Mak and clean up the dining table.

“Udah. Laila change clothes first. Rest. Your faces are pale. Sana sleeping. This let Mak finish.” Mak Nur blocked Laila's hand which was about to hold a knife.

The two obeyed the Mak's orders, and went into the room. Laila took off her hijab and changed into a long-sleeved shirt with a subordinate skirt. While Paul called Ridwan if today did not come to the store.

After changing his clothes, Paul laid his body on the bed beside Laila. The bespectacled man stared fixedly at the face of the wife who was fast asleep.

“Abang can not imagine, if one day Laila met with Adam. You can't afford to lose Laila.” Paul leaned closer and kissed Laila's forehead. The man turned his gaze to Laila's stomach. Although it was only about a month, Laila's stomach was already visibly distended. Cheeks are also his body that was originally slim fatigue contains because of frequent eating.

“Abang ...” Laila opened her eyes, looking at Paul who was looking at her with a look, I don't know.

“Tadi Mak told me to sleep. My brother slept, yes. Here.”

Laila opened her arms, hinting for Paul to come closer and sleep in his arms. The man puts his head on Laila's arm, lovingly Laila caressing Paul's hair.

“Abang don't talk. Laila understood, you're hiding something from Laila. But the more you shut up, Laila the more curious,” said Laila softly.

“Comfort ... I hope that at any time it will remain this way. Brother is not ready if anyone will replace the position of brother on the side of Laila.” Paul drowned his face in Laila's arms.

“Istighfar, Brother.”

“Entah. Don't ask me anything first. Let Brother sleep in Laila's arms. It's convenient.” Paul wrapped his hands around Laila's waist. The woman also tightened her embrace. He realized that Paul only needed calm for now. Laila let Paul fall asleep. Well-meaning, in his arms.