Abraham and Asyila 2

The Cohesiveness of Abraham and Ashraf

Morning time.

Abraham, who had just returned from the mosque, rushed to meet the wife who was cooking in the kitchen.

Abraham wanted to confirm once again whether my little wife had improved or not.

Abraham came and touched the wife's forehead. Asyila was shocked by the sudden arrival of her Husband.

“Mas, if it comes it don't be like a floating person! Asyila is fine,” explained Asyila.

“This husband of yours has no wings, how can this husband of yours float?” abraham asked in amazement.

“Yes exhausted, Mas walked closer to Asyila did not hear the sound of footsteps in the slightest,” Asyila bright and resumed his cooking activities.

“Really? Mas's feeling goes as usual, Asyila alone is too focused with the face in front of Asyila,” reply Abraham and blow the sensitive part of Asyila that is the ear.

Asyila, who was not wearing a hijab, immediately shifted away from her husband.

“Mas, amused,” chirps Asyila and reflexively hit her husband's arm with a spatula. “Sorry, Mom. Asyila reflexes,” added Asyila and cleaned her husband's arm with a washcloth, which even made her husband's white clothes more dirty.

“Have not panicked, would not if washed would be clean again? Asyila is really worried,” said Abraham as he pinched his little wife's cheek gently.

“Sorry yes Mas,” said Asyila felt guilty.

“Already, it's okay. Mas to the room first want to change clothes, after that Mas will come to help Asyila cook,” bright Abraham and sauntered away leaving the wife who was cooking in the kitchen alone.

Why was Asyila alone? After the dawn prayer, Arumi and Herwan went to the market together with Mr. Udin. Arumi and Herwan left because they wanted to hunt for fresh vegetables, while buying beef to cook into rendang.

Asyila smiled happily when she saw her balado squid would soon be ripe.

“Mas Abraham would love my homemade balado spice squid,” said Asyila monologued while shrinking the stove fire.

Asyila sighed and stepped onto the plate shelf to take two medium-sized bowls to put the balado seasoning squid dishes.

“Syila want what?” abraham asked his beloved wife.

“You put Asyila's cooking into a bowl,” replied Asyila as she glanced at the two bowls in her hand.

“Sini, let Mas put it. Asyila continue cooking the others!” pinta Abraham and took two bowls in the hands of his little wife.

“Mas Abraham can know that Asyila wants to cook another menu?” ask Asyila astonished.

“Because on the table there is no side dish and the new so-called squid spice balado this,” explained Abraham.

“Mas smart yes it turns out,” sahut Asyila.

“So, previously Mas not smart?” abraham asked in amazement.

“Mas Abraham really think like that, Asyila means Mas sensitized, so,” Asyila bright and sauntered to the refrigerator to see the menu let alone what he wants to cook.

Ashraf woke up from his sleep and his mother was no longer in bed. Ashraf himself, previously prayed at dawn in the mosque with his father. However, he went home first to go to bed immediately while the Father spoke first to the residents of Absyil Housing who also performed congregational dawn prayers at the Mosque.

Ashraf got out of bed and set his foot on his brother Akbar's bed.

“Baby sister, do not sleep yes,” said Ashraf to his sister who was on her stomach at the time.

Ashraf sniffed an unpleasant scent from his sister's pants, and Ashraf knew that his sister had defecated in a diaper.

“Mother!” ashraf shouted and ran out of the room to tell him that his sister had defecated in a diaper.

Ashraf runs into the living room, but there are only Dyah, Fahmi and Bela.

“Kak Dyah, Mother where?” ask Ashraf.

“Mother is in the kitchen, try Ashraf check!”

Ashraf gave a small nod and ran as fast as he could towards the kitchen.

“Mother!” call Ashraf half-screaming.

Asyila, who was holding the egg, almost dropped the egg because of Ashraf who suddenly came.

“Iya Ashraf, what's the panic so?” ask Asyila while putting the eggs into the refrigerator.

“Delay, let's go to room!” take Ashraf with you and pull his mother's hand.

“Ashraf, Mommy is preparing breakfast for us,” said Asyila refused subtly.

“Mother, Akbar's sister's pants stink,” bright Ashraf.

When Ashila wanted to step into the room, Abraham called his wife.

“But, Mas...”

“It's okay, cook this thing Mas don't want to do it. Akbar too, right, our son?”

Abraham smiled and sauntered away to the room.

Upon his arrival in the room, Abraham lifted his baby slowly and asked Ashraf to put the baby's lap on the bed. After Ashraf managed to put the baby's pelt, Abraham slowly broke his baby and began to open the diaper worn by baby Akbar.

“Dad, stinky,” said Ashraf as he closed his nose.

“Yes the name is also dirt, please bring Daddy wet wipes and also baby powder!” pinta Abraham on Ashraf.

Ashraf quickly picked up the wet wipes as well as the powder belonging to his younger brother, Akbar.

“Dad, diapers too?” asked Ashraf who was holding his sister's diaper which of course was still wrapped neatly.

“Iya dear, diapers too!” exclaim Abraham.

Ashraf picked up the diaper and gave it to his father who was busy cleaning his sister's butt using a tissue.

A few minutes later.

Abraham breathed a sigh of relief as did Ashraf. Because the room was a bit smelly, Ashraf took his father's perfume and sprayed the perfume into the room.

“Ashraf, don't do much. Poor brother Akbar,” said Abraham while covering baby Akbar so as not to smell too much fragrance oil hers.

“Finally the room became fragrant,” said Ashraf very casually and put back his father's perfume.

“Ashraf, please put this baby diaper into that litter box!” abraham's orders pointed towards the litter box near the bathroom.

Ashraf did not refuse, he took his sister's diaper with a somewhat disgusted expression while covering his nose.

After successfully putting the diaper in a litter box, Ashraf went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

Abraham who saw Ashraf could only laugh while shaking his head.

“Daddy, it is clean,” said Ashraf while showing his palms are clean from germs. “Daddy is also quick to wash hands, let Ashraf keep Akbar's sister here,” continued Ashraf asked his father to wash his hands like himself.

Abraham obeyed the words of his heart.

Ashraf sniffed at his sister who was no longer smelly.

“Ashraf used to be,” said Abraham who had finished washing his hands.

“So that's how Dad?” ask Asyila astonished.

“Iya dear, Ashraf also used to like defecating in diapers,” replied Abraham as he walked closer to Ashraf and also Akbar.

“Tomorrow,” chirps Ashraf.

“Iya is like that, dear Ashraf. Father, Mother, Sister Dyah is also someone else like that,” explained Abraham.

“Dad, Mother, Kak Dyah, Kak Fahmi, Granny Arumi, Grandpa Herwan, Pak Eko, Pak Udin and everyone has peed in diapers?” ask Ashraf curiously.

“Dearly yes, Father, Mother and the name that Ashraf mentioned earlier was also once a baby like Akbar's sister,” replied Abraham.

“Means, Daddy and Mommy were once bald dong!” Ashraf laughed freely imagining how his parents did not have hair alias bald.

“Then, not all bald babies Ashraf dear,” Abraham said.

Ashraf continued to ask questions and Abraham continued to answer questions from Ashraf. Until finally, Dyah knocked on the door to tell them that they had to go to the dining room to have breakfast together.

“Ashraf! Uncle! Come breakfast, others are waiting in the dining room,” said Dyah in front of the room door.

“Good, Dyah. Soon Uncle and Ashraf are coming!” exclaim Abraham.

Dyah assented and rushed back to the dining room to gather with the other family.

Abraham held Akbar's baby and placed it on the cot. Then, Abraham put two rolls to the left and right, so that the baby Akbar can not lie on his stomach.

Afterwards, Abraham and Ashraf sauntered off to the dining room.

“Dad, sister Akbar isn't crying?” ask Ashraf.

“If you cry, Dad will quickly run into the room,” replied Abraham.

“If Little Sister poops again, how?” ashraf asked, looking up at his father.

“That means we have to be compact like before!” exclaim Abraham.