Afraid to Widow

Chapter VII (Jihan Orianthie)

Ammar and I were both busy playing HP in bed. 

"Daddy, aren't you busy?"

"Not so anyway. Just read novels on the AT Writing platform. Why?"

"You ask for help, try japri bininya Sahrial. How long do they go to Bali? What plane ride? Let me book the tickets at the same time as their departure."

"Should we go to Balinya with them?"

"Yes, let's shout. If I'm busy playing soccer with Sahrial, or just waiting for the plane you don't bete. Someone is talking. We're still awkward, aren't we?"

"Hmmm .. there's a point as well."

I switched to open Whatsapp. Then send a chat to Mbak Gisel. The name is hard, westernized. So my tongue likes sprains to say it. Be I call him by the name of 'Gisel'. Luckily, Gisel didn't bother about it. He's well called anyone. While not too far from his real name. Not until five minutes, Mbak Gisel has replied.

"We left for Bali at 11.45 WIB and boarded Arsha Air."

I read a reply to a chat from Ms. Grizelle.

"OKAY. I'll check out the tickets first."

I went back to reading novels on the AT Writing Platform.

"Sip. I bought the ticket. Check your WA try. I sent the e-ticket."

"Uldah come in."

"Eh, nanya dong, have you known Sahrial bin for a long time?"

"New year after all. Ever since I started writing on the AT Writing platform. He was the new manager."

"What do you think Sahrial's bin is?"

"Good, very friendly, fun, can blend in with anyone. All the writers at AT Writing felt like his old friend. His status is also great. Why emang?" 

I stopped reading, then put HP on the bedside table. I lay to the right opposite Ammar. "You have a crush on Mbak Gisel huh?"

"E .. yes .. not. Why have a crush on bini temen futsal." Ammar answered my question nervously another sign of lying.

"Seriously?" I looked Ammar in the eyes.

"hey are. Why lie. You don't believe me?"

I don't want to try to trust my husband. The main key in a household is to trust each other.

***

The day before Bali. Ammar and I ask permission first to Mama and Father.

"What's? To Bali?" His father Ammar was surprised.

"No. Mama does not agree. You are pregnant young. Must be well taken care of. What if there's anything with your content?"

I'm guessing they won't let us go to Bali. I was singing five centimetres of lips. "Well, Ma, sir. It's the default baby wants. Ntar if not followed ngeces loh. You want to have a great granddaughter?" 

I use old-fashioned mythical weapons to fulfill my own desires. I think, almost all mothers if spoiled and want something must use this weapon.

"Mas Ammar will take good care of me." I nudged Ammar's arm. Let him support me.

"Yes dong. Sir, Ma, I definitely take good care of Jihan's content. I don't want my son to do anything either."

"Well, if her husband allows it, what can we do?"

Yes. Succeeds. I hugged Mom and Dad at the same time. "Thank you Ma, Sir. I love you more and more."

"You can go, but on one condition." His father Ammar spoke.

Ammar and I looked at each other. "What's the sign of trying?"

"Jihan's condition is that she makes a wheelchair. Let him not be too tired to walk."

"Oh, that's fine, sir. Besides the old wheelchair, Mom's old wheelchair still exists, right?"

"Still in Mom's room."

"The cake was made for Jihan." Ammar. "No, baby, make my mother's old house first?"

"It's okay, dong."

*** 

After checking in, Ammar and I sat in the waiting room with wheelchair signs. Suddenly Ammar stood up and waved his hand.

"Sahrial, we're here."

Sahrial and Mbak Gisel. Then walk towards us. "Eh, guys. How are you doing? Did you sample it long?"

"New check in.

"We checked in last night on the app."

We also talked to and fro while laughing. Husbands talk about the ball. While me and Mbak Gisel discussed the script of the notabebnya platform a lot of shame. The main character of the guy is handsome, tajir twisted, hot, and without any defects. I usually write thriller novels. More gregent sensation.

Ma'am Gisel opened her shoulder bag. Soon he brought out the bread and Coca Cola. "Want to?" bargained for.

"No thanks. I was taking Antimo's medicine."

Do you take any Antimo medication? That's me. Still ndeso. Must be vomiting when you get in the car. Land mabok. 

"To Arsha Air passengers with flight number 773677 please immediately board the plane."

Waws. Unfeelably. True said Ammar if there are friends can eliminate the kebetean while waiting for the plane.

***

I took my suitcase and some clothes from the closet. It's almost full. Suddenly remember to include toiletries, drugs, make up, skincare and all sorts of prince.

"Mas, you bring clothes that you make to Bali."

"Which could. The important thing is**********bind a lot. Let's not be confused if it runs out gegara mantai mulu."

All ************** Ammar I'm signed in to the suitcase. 

"Don't forget the prayer mats, the cocoa and the skullcap."

Thank God, I have a godly husband. Do not forget the clothes to worship wherever you go.

So many things I put in the suitcase, I had trouble closing the suitcase. "Mas, help cover the suitcase dong. It's hard."

"What do you bring this much anyway? It's like moving."

He keeps nagging my luggage. In his eyes it is not important. I'm shaking the horse. "The name is also a girl. There are many needs."

Although nagging first, finally all my stuff still in the suitcase. He helped rearrange it to fit and it could be closed. Turns out my husband is more neat and good at packing.

***

"Bali i'm coming!" I shouted loudly as I got off the plane.

I'm really happy. During this time only saw the city of Bali on FTV. Now set foot directly on the island of the Gods. So please understand a little tacky.

Ammar. "Please deh, do not be too overlooked. Shame on people."

I just put my lips together. My gut tells me that my husband will always nag my good. I can only surrender.

"Eh, the photo was yuk for mementos," said Mbak Gisel.

Gisel's mother lengthens her tongsis. Set the self timer. We posed as well as possible. 

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Photo saved to HP Mbak Gisel. Saucy. There's a background plane behind us. Show off on Facebook, IG and WA.

"Sir, send the picture to my WA."

"Okay, wait."

Ting!

The picture went into my WA. Coinciding with that the bus came. 

"That bus is coming. Comein. Quiet as hell."

We also entered the bus to go to Ngurah Rai Airport.