Afraid to Widow

Chapter IV (Jihan Orianthie)

I was glued in front of the dresser looking at my head which was now wrapped in hijab. Just learning. Still wearing a triangular veil, but trying to stick it out to cover the chest. Eleven twelve imitate the hijab style of Shireen Sungkar. 

"Duh, I deserve a hijab, don't you? What if it's not istiqomah?" There is a sense of insecure and anxiety within.

Ammar came out of the bathroom. She stupefied.

"Absmacked huh? I'm not beautiful?" ask me in a spoiled tone while winking.

"It's not ordinary. I've seen a lot of hijab girls."

I was washing my lips. I married a two-door refrigerator. Praise the cake of his wife! I went to my bed to get Ammar's work clothes.

"It's already your work clothes."

Ammar was his work as a religious teacher at MTs. Prince Al - Amin Yogyakarta.

"What breakfast do you want? I'm not ready yet. Afraid of not liking what I'm doing."

"No need. I'm hustling. Today I taught in the first lesson. I eat in the canteen."

After he put on his clothes, tidied his hair and put on the peci, he stepped out. I follow behind him. 

Once outside the house, I kissed her hand first. "Mas, be careful."

Mama appeared pretending. Ammar pulled me. Then kiss my forehead. Deg. This heart beats the second time. Although I knew it was a forced kiss, but I was happy.

"I went to work. Assalamualaikum."

After a few minutes Ammar left for work, the courier stopped in front of my house. 

"Room. Is this Jihan Orianthi's house?"

"Yes, I'm alone."

The courier handed me the package. I read the name of the sender. Myafa. Geez, the wedding gift has not been opened, until now there are still only those who send gifts through the expedition.

"Sir, sign here."

I signed in the column the courier requested. After that the courier left. I went into the house and stepped into the room. 

Start me open the gift. It started with Grizelle. I was surprised the contents turned transparent lingerie pink color. But also beautiful. Tebersit naughty idea.

"If tonight I wear this ill-gotten garment, Ammar will be tempted to touch me" I murmured. I smiled at myself imagining it happening.

I switched to open a gift from Myafa. No less hot than Grizelle. Myafa sends the Gstring. I shake my head. I walked towards the dresser. Curse iphone - Ammar.

I'm WA Myafa and Grizelle simultaneously using broadcast.

How can you give me ginian gifts? Naughty to you.

Ting!

A reply from Myafa.

Yes dong. I'm a writer, I know what a newlywed needs.

Ting!

Reappear WA. This time from Grizelle. 

I'm good to let your husband love you more. Haha.

I can't wait for night to come. Is it true that these gifts can make Ammar love me more?

***

I'm pacing back and forth on my own. I've been dressed in some ill-gotten clothes, but Ammar hasn't come home yet. I'm worried she's okay. I tried the phone.

"The number you're going to is off or outside the area." It's always the operator's answer.

Htc .. tok

That must be Ammar. I was in a hurry to open the door. Right, Ammar. However, he collapsed on my shoulder. The smell of alcohol suddenly came out. I closed my nose.

"Mas, are you mabok huh?"

I thought that Kiayi's son and Ustaz's religion must be good. Apparently there are also those who like mabok. People say, "Don't look at the cover of the book."

Thankfully, my mom was not home anymore. There's an event at Budhe's house. Before the neighbors saw me, I took Ammar to my room. Kinda overwhelmed. Ammar is heavy. Slowly finally arrived.

I'm Ammar. Then, I took off her shoes and socks. Beyond a doubt he woke up. Wild look. 

"What are you so pretty about?"

***

When I finished the morning prayer, I went out of my room. Mom is standing in the kitchen. Smelled it stinging my nose.

“Hoek.”

I suddenly felt sick and wanted to vomit. But not so.

“Mama cook what the hell. The smell of the sauce makes nausea.”

“This Mom wants to make balado pentol, your favorite food.” Mama who was snacking on the sauce, turned her body. “Not usually kiss the smell of sambel kayak gini? Don't-don't ..” His words hang.

Mom threw a strange look at me. However, instantly his face brightened. “You're late?”

“What do you try? I graduated from school a long time ago.”

 “Not that late, Oneng. But late came the moon. Which means you're pregnant.” Mama prepares to shake my head with a rub of sambal.

I'm speechless. I remember the last time the moon came. I think it's late. The hell is pregnant? I am usually late. Says friends factor I stress thinking about the novel script deadline.

To make sure, I ran to the room. Ammar was no longer in bed. That means he's taking a shower. The sound of water in the bathroom. I take a bed. Don't accidentally look at the calendar at the table. My eyes are fixed on the last circle of menstruation.

Is it late because of pregnancy? I stroked the stomach. “Hey, Baby Dedek, you are already in the belly of Mother yet?”

"Why you?"

Then I realized that Mas Ammar was out of the bathroom. I smile to myself.

“Wah, more and more kesambet nih bini,” he said astonished. She rubbed her wet hair back with a towel.

“Mas, if you were a Dad would be happy?”

“Means?”

"I'm 2 weeks late. Come home from work, I'll go to the gynecologist for a pregnancy check."

"Not to be lebay. I'm doing it on the basis of unconsciousness, so it won't be."

I immediately stroked the chest. Astagfirullah, the answer makes chest tightness. If it wasn't my husband, I'd have seen him wearing glass. I kept a pregnancy check as soon as she left for work. However, only through the tespack first.

"Not even dumb? I'm going to work. Want to carry me forward, right? Ntar your mama suspects you know, if we're not friendly."

I had to drive him forward. Thankfully, my mom did not leave the house. So there is no need to kiss hands and kiss forehead. No more mood. Because the husband is not sensitive to the happiness of the wife.

***

Me, Mama, and his father Ammar were gathering at the dinner table. I purposely gathered them together because I wanted to give them a little surprise.

I wonder where my dad is going? Mama Papa divorced when I was in the womb. Mama used to be too pussy with Papa. It has been forbidden to marry Grandpa Grandma because the origin of Papa is unclear, but Mama still reckless marriage. That's why my mom didn't want it to happen to me. Be I betrothed to Ammar. Luckily Ammar is a guy I've been chasing for a long time.

"What surprise do you want to give us?" Ammar asked to open the conversation.

I took out the tespack that I had been hiding from earlier. I showed them the tespack. "Mas Ammar, Ma, sir, I'm pregnant."

Mama and her father Ammar held hands. "We finally have a grandchild." 

Their happy expressions. However, Ammar's expression still remained flat. 

"Oh, great. Thank goodness."

Huh huh? He only said those two sentences? No word happy or what? At least pretend happy cake in front of the parents. Uh, Ammar's base sucks.

"Ammar, why aren't you happy anyway?" 

Goody. My mother's question represents my heart.

"Happy dong, Ma. No time? Ammar will be a father. Who is not happy to welcome the baby. It only reveals the happiness of each person is different. Well, the expression of my happiness is enough to say thank you."

"It's true too."

Ish, can ae spit this guy out.

"As our gratitude, what if we have a thanksgiving at the orphanage?"

"Don't you, sir. Pamali. Thank goodness it was four months. All four months."

"That's it, sir." Mama chimed.

"Okayah, if so abis eat this we pray pilgrims. Thank God for quickly leaving the child to Ammar and Jihan."

"Well, if that's what I agree with."