
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Sapa Toni when entering her room. In his hand was a plate of boiled yam that had been cut into pieces.
"Wa'alaikumussalam..." Iffah is so excited. In a hurry, he stepped towards the doorstep of their room.
"Yeee yam rebuuus..." Exclaims.
"Darling... Slowly. You don't have to chase him here. I'll bring it for you." Said Toni gently.
"Sorry, Honey. I'm not impatient." Iffah felt guilty. His curiosity towards boiled sweet potatoes made him forget that he was pregnant at that time.
The aroma of boiled sweet potatoes that spread out with the smoke from the orange-colored sweet potato, so that Iffah's nose was captivated by it. Her patience disappeared for a moment.
"Yes, let's sit on the couch." Take Toni and put her shoulder on. "Want me a bribe?".
Iffah nodded enthusiastically.
"Bismillah..." Desire Toni and Iffah when a small piece of boiled sweet potato that has been cold will enter the mouth of Iffah.
"Hmmm... Why would it be this nice if you boiled it, honey?" Reveal Iffah while chewing the first yam that goes into his mouth. His eyes were teary enjoying the food he had wanted for years. So devious and so lived.
Masya Allah's... This is what it feels like to serve a craving wife. Simple, but full of challenges...
"Darling..."
"Hmm?"
"Is there any more?" Iffah asked when he found the last two pieces of yam.
"still. But I just boiled it this way, honey." Toni.
"Loh, why?" Sumpul Iffah's.
"Aren't you just wanting to?" Toni tried to calm Iffah down.
"Yes, but I'm still hungry."
"Let me get you another healthy meal. For the sweet potato stew, this way first yes dear. Pregnant women are good at eating boiled sweet potatoes, because of its many benefits. But also should not be too excessive, because there are also side effects." Toni. He really knows about pregnant women.
"What's that?" Iffah was surprised.
"Yes. Sweet potatoes contain vitamins A and C. So, if pregnant women are too excessive in consuming it, it can cause Hypervitaminosis A condition. And it's very dangerous for you and our son, dear." Toni convinced Iffah.
"Hmm" Iffah. "You understand more than I do... I'm sorry, honey."
"I've read it, and I'll keep figuring out what our son and you need. I'm gonna fight for the birth of our son, honey. You want to, don't you? Both fight with me." Pinta Toni is hopeful. Hope Iffah continues to live the spirit of his condition at that time.
Iffah nodded, she was so moved by her husband's attitude. The attention of Toni made Iffah realize that not only was she slumped. But Toni was far worse off at the time. However, his mortal man preferred to fight alongside himself.
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"What are the nights like?" Bobi came to embrace Chellin's standing body staring blankly out their window.
"Mama's only thinking of Toni, Pa." Getir. One grain of clear liquid tickled his tapered cheek. The warmth that her husband gave her, was able to melt her feelings at that moment.
"When our son will feel happiness yes, Pa." Throat's stuck. It was painful when she asked her husband that question.
"Mama believes in the holy book of the Qur'an, right?" Bobi asked half a whisper in the recess of his wife's neck.
Chellin quiet... He believed. He was embarrassed to answer. He feels slapped many times if he remembers the promise of the Almighty.
"Innama'al Usri Yusro..." Bobi's whisper tightened Chellin's soul.
She's not a real mother. But a mother who loved Toninya very much. He has patience, but he sets the limits of that patience.
Bobi's whisper in his ear exceeded a slap for him, but even a sword that unsheathed his heart.
Regretting...
Yes, he was so sorry to have doubted his Lord's promise.
Her tears are hard. Her fear came out more than her anxiety towards Toni.
He sobbed, his body shaking violently for an instant.
Bobi turned his wife's body into his arms. And buried Chellin's face into his chest which is still fairly field at the age of twilight.
"My wife, the best woman I know after my mother. Although I never knew where my mother was, what she was like. But she has dared to give birth to me into the world. Thanks to him, I was able to meet you.
As for my wife, she never gave birth to her son. But he loved his son very much. No matter what, his love was all the time.
He was so sincere to his son. Worrying more for himself. I'm lucky to have you, honey.
And Toni, too, is lucky to have a Mama like you. With you, the suffering that comes to him all day seems meaningless to him.
You're the medicine for him, honey. You are the antidote to all his suffering. Verily, you are one of the comforts that Allah has given for him.
So, I beg you not to grieve in front of him or behind him." pinta Bobi gently caressed his wife's head.
"Thank you, sweetheart. You're also the best papa for our Toni. And to Iffah and her sister." Chellin whispered in between her cries. His heart began to calm down.
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