Anissa's Promise
Inquired.
That day Ibra made breakfast for Anisa. Some vegetables and side dishes. Anisa is sitting at the dining table. Ibra always faithfully accompanied and spoiled his wife a little. Anisa was silent because she did not have a taste for food. His stomach that had been nauseous made his stomach was not inserted something.
" Come Yes, eaten" pinta Ibra. Anisa just shook her head.
" Why?" ask Ibra wonder.
" My stomach is nauseous Bim, my appetite is gone" said Anisa.
" But you have to keep eating even a little, which is important your stomach is filled" Ibra said again. Anisa is back to shake.
" Eat a little, let me take a bribe"
" Later Bim, my stomach is really nauseous, I'm afraid it will fit forced to eat, I vomit vomit" said Anisa until Ibra was silent confusion. Ibra also intends to contact ustad Riziq to ask something.
When Riziq's phone shook, Riziq immediately accepted it.
" Asalamualaikum"
" Greetings waalaikum"
" What's wrong, Tumben called me?" riziq said a little astonished. Ibra was silent and a little confused about where to ask.
" Ustad Riziq can I ask you something?" ibra.
" Hmmm, of course, if Ibrahim wants to ask what?" Riziq.
" I'm sorry, if my question is a little disrespectful. I want to ask what when Aisyah got pregnant first, she had trouble eating in early pregnancy?" ibra asked until Riziq smiled.
" It's okay if you want to ask like that. In the past when Aisyah was young pregnant, she was also difficult to eat because often nausea nausea and vomiting vomiting. But there are those who are advised to drink milk from pregnant women. But if he could his wife ustad Ibrahim must be persuaded to want to eat. It is imposed that means even if a little important often" said Riziq.
" Yes iftad Riziq thanks for the notice, I like to be confused myself seeing a difficult wife eating. Afraid of what happens" said Ibra. Riziq smiled as well.
" Yes I hung up the phone first, thanks for the notice, asalamualaikum" Ibra said.
" Greetings waalaikum"
Now Ibra has made pregnant mother's milk for Anisa. Put one glass of milk on the table, precisely in front of Anisa.
" Drinked Yes" pinta Ibra.
Anisa just fell silent while staring at that one glass of milk.
" I drank it this morning. And it feels a little bland" said Anisa.
" But what I made was that pregnant mother's milk had a chocolate taste, it must be so sweet as you"
Anisa is back.
" Come on, have a little drink. I don't want anything to happen to you and our baby" Ibra said. Anisa fell silent and took the glass.
" A little bit of Bim" said Anisa. Ibra also nodded. Slowly Anisa drank it even though the taste of milk was tasteless in her mouth. Maybe the effects of nausea that has been in ubun ubun.
" The rest is half a bim"
" Yes that's okay, but you have to snack often as well"
" Hmmm"
Because of curiosity, Ibra also contacted Usman to ask about his wife Usman ustad during his young pregnancy. When his phone shook, Usman immediately frowned.
" Why does this retired thug call me, does anyone need to be important?, or don't he want to say love to me again like when he pranked me and Anisa first. Just be careful if he thinks I'm fruits (oranges eat oranges).inner ustad Usman.
" Asalamualaikum"
"Greetings waalaikum"
" What's up with Ibrahim, tumben did you call me?" ask ustad Usman.
" I wanted to ask Usman something about Nisa's pregnancy" Ibra said. Ustad Usman was silent.
" Why did Ustad Ibrahim ask about my wife's pregnancy?, what happened to Ani yes, did she have strange cravings again?" the Inner ustad Usman.
" Yes, what do you want to ask?"
" I just want to ask, when his wife Usman ustad pregnant young, is he having trouble eating?" ask Ibra.
" Why?, Ani is hard to eat?" ask Usman.
" Hmmm"
" When my wife was young pregnant, eating was as common as when she wasn't pregnant. Normal is normal. Only hard to eat and often nauseous nausea it's me" replied Usman. Ibra who heard immediately fell silent, it felt like laughing but he could bear it.
" Oh, the same nausea vomiting Usman's vomit, huh?" tanya Ibra made sure.
" Hmmm, but don't laugh. Since I know that young pregnancy is sometimes for some pregnant women it is very worrying, I can feel what is felt by pregnant women during the period of pregnancy young, sometimes nausea, sometimes nausea, morning vomit, appetite disappears. Since then I have known the many struggles and sacrifices of a pregnant woman. Since then I have loved my wife more. Because of the many sacrifices that he made for our child, especially when she was pregnant and giving birth" Usman said.
Ibra nodded.
" Thank you for the explanation justad" said Ibra.
" It's the same. Is Ani having trouble eating?" ask ustad Usman.
" Hmmm, she's hard to eat and often nauseous"
" If your wife is still having trouble eating, the only way she wants to eat is, you put a cerulite on your wife's neck. Tell him you want to eat what you want to die" Usman joked. Ibra who heard him immediately squinted her eyes.
" Ustad, don't be careless if you give ideas" grumbled Ibra until Usman laughed.
" I'm sorry iftad Ibrahim I was just kidding. You don't have to worry, times like that are common, and God willing are only short. Easy to expect your wife's pregnancy smoothly. So enjoy the early pregnancy even though it is very difficult" said Usman.
" Yes, uh"
" Vomiting is common, the pregnancy is still young. Just give her pregnant mother's milk" Usman advised.
" Yes thanks for the advice. I hung up on the phone, sorry to interrupt. Asalamualaikum"
" Greetings waalaikum"
Ibra hung up on him. Now he is still curious. Yes also wanted to contact bi Ratna, but suddenly he just remembered that bi Ratna did not have a son.
" Athaghfirullah, I forgot that Ratna had no son" Ibra murmured. Anisa just kept quiet while watching her husband. Sometimes he smiles to feel funny when Ibra starts to be curious and ask her friends.
Ibra suddenly remembered the Goddess.
" It seems I should ask the Goddess. Who knows if he has a solution"
Ibra also directly contacted the Goddess. The Goddess instantly received a call from Ibra.
" Asalamualaikum"
" Greetings waalaikum"
" I'm sorry to Goddess I'm interrupting. I just wanted to ask a little bit of the Goddess" said Ibra.
" Ustad Ibrahim asked what?" ask Goddess.
" Look at you. Anisa is now often nauseous and has trouble eating. Was the Goddess like that when she was pregnant?" ask Ibra.
" Oh I used to be when I was young pregnant, the appetite began to differ. I'm just inversely proportional to Anisa. Before I became pregnant, I ate 4 to 5 meals a day. But when I was young pregnant, my appetite increased, which was usually 4 to 5 meals to 6 to 7 meals a day, especially about snacking, have not been asked again" dewi Untuk. Ibra was just silent while gaping, not believing what the Goddess said.
" 6 to 7 times to Goddess?" ask Ibra back.
Ibra also nodded.
" Yes to the Goddess. Thanks for the explanation. I closed it first asalamualaikum" said Ibra.
" Greetings waalaikum"
Ibra was sitting in front of Anisa.
" Are you satisfied asking?" said Anisa. Ibra also nodded.
" Tell me what do you want to eat?, I'll make it" Ibra said. Anisa is back to shake.
" My stomach is still nauseous, later if forced in the contents of his fear out all" replied Anisa. Ibra also nodded.
" If you want anything just tell me, I will definitely try to make it happen" Ibra said.
" Really?"
" Hmmm"
" What???" ask Anisa back.
" Hmmm"
" Chance yes yes yes" (Anisa).
Anisa smiled at her own smile until Ibra became suspicious.
" You don't ask for anything like that" Ibra said. Anisa laughed.
" Don't take a chance in narrowness" Ibra said.
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Once, Anisa also contacted Ibra who is now teaching.
" Asalamualaikum"
" Greetings waalaikum"
" What did He call me?" ask Ibra.
" Bim I want a jamblang fruit" said Anisa. Ibra fell silent and began to digest his wife's wishes.
" The fruit?" tanya Ibra made sure.
" Hmmm"
" Yes later I'll find it, but today I still teach, how if I tipped the same as the Goddess, usually he likes to go to the market at this hour" said Ibra.
" Yes Bim, whatever. The important thing is that the fruit is there"
After the lesson was finished, Ibra also met the Goddess who happened to want to go to the market. The Goddess walked with Zahira.
" Asalamualaikum"
" Greetings waalaikum"
Ibra was silent to see Zahira.
" Ira are you here?, are you not taking lessons?" ask ustad Ibrahim.
"I'm not feeling well, this is me just coming home from the clinic" Zahira replied while showing the medicine given by Dr. Husna.
" Ira, I don't think a boy like you will get sick. I think illness is afraid of you" said Dewi there was a mocking tone in his sentence. Until Zahira pursed her lips.
" I'm also a human being" Zahira said.
" Well, are you going to the market?" ask Ibra.
" I want to go to the market, why?" ask the Goddess.
" Can I drop something?"
" Of course, what would Ibrahim want to leave?" ask Goddess.
" I want to drop a sideburn. Incidentally my wife craves for fruit jamblang" said Ibra.
" O mba Anisa cravings jamblang fruit yes, later if you find it in the market I buy it" said Dewi.
" The fruit is a green color that looks like a melon fruit yes" said Zahira until Dewi frowned, while Ibra had smiled a smile.
" Itumah fruit with a little bit of fruit" grumbled Goddess. Zahira smiled in embarrassment.
" Let me buy it, I go to the market ya ka Dewi" said Zahira.
" You'll trouble me later. If you are lost in the market how?, then I will be homelin the same as the flocked" said Dewi.
" Ka Riziq will be angry if he knows, if he doesn't know it won't be angry"
" It's best not to Ira, you're not sick" Ibra said.
" I'm suddenly healed up" said Zahira. Zahira immediately pulled the Goddess' hand.
" Let's go to the market" asked Zahira.
"Asalamulaic"
" Greetings waalaikum"
Zahira and Dewi also went to the market to find the fruit.
" Later if the leaning angry, you do not bring me yes" Pinta Dewi.
" Of course, for what I bring k Dewi. Tau weight"
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This story was made for fun. If there are any unpleasant words or actions, I apologize.
There is not the slightest intention in the heart to offend or demean anything, either place or anyone. Just take the positivity.
Thank ye.
