Dimadu Tak Semanis Honey

To you my Imam

The magic of love can feel like a fantasy. But sometimes it is real.

Strong desire to live. The spirit to fight all pain. And the prayer that never broke from the heart is the key to the survival of Erlangga until this moment.

Stage four cancer is no joke. Where the sufferer just waits for time. However, is not death purely the power of God, not because the body continues to be gnawed a disease.

Day by day. The week goes into the week until it becomes the month. Siti's attitude is becoming more and more.

Crybaby, always irritable and also very spoiled, sometimes makes Erlangga very overwhelmed. The good news is that Erlangga's focus is on Siti at the moment. He forgot that he was very ill. The pain in his head strikes not as often as it used to. The seizures that always accompany now are gone.

"Darling .. Your body stinks, I don't like it. Don't be whining," whine spoiled Siti.

"Times?" Erlangga sniffed his body. "I've just had a shower, I've taken a deodorant too."

"Yeah. But, bauuu. Just don't be bobo together'!" cross your chest with pursed lips.

"Dek, what's wrong with you? these days are often weird."

"No like? yes it is." Siti just left. Go into the room and close the door a little on the slam.

Erlangga shook his head while smiling amusedly at his wife's behavior.

Nightfall. Siti still does not want to meet her husband. He locked himself in the room.

"Deck, open it for a second. It's got a package coming."

"Taroh at the door"

"Mas, want a hug, baby. Bukit ...."

"No! anyway, Bobo's in the next room."

Take a short breath. " Yes, Mas bobo in the next room, the package Mas keep here."

Siti rising. He eavesdropped at the door. Make sure Erlangga isn't out there. Sure enough, he opened the door. Glancing here and there.

Retrieving packages.

Door's closing soon. Locking it. He sat on the bed. He opened the package two days ago and bought it online.

"Here we go. I'll use it tomorrow."

With a face so bright and hopeful, Siti stared at the pregnancy test kit.

"May be in hope, O God."

The impatient siti waited for tomorrow, sleeping uneasily. His eyes kept open. Imagine how happy she would be if she were really pregnant.

Until the drowsiness stopped and Siti fell asleep with the testpack still in hand.

Azan dawn developed Siti who actually still feels sleepy. Vaporizing and stretching the body.

Go to the bathroom to get some water.

"Oh my God, I forgot." Siti pulled over her own seat when she forgot, this morning will do a urine test.

He rushed out of the bathroom. Take the testpack he bought online yesterday.

"Nrank ...." Siti screamed hysterically. Making Erlangga who was outside panic. With Erlangga's maid. They approached Siti's room. Banging on the door hard.

"Daddy, honey. What's up, open the door quickly."

The panicked Erlangga continued to scream.

Chequek!

Door opens.

Erlangga immediately charged in, opening the door wider.

"What's wrong? why yell?"

Siti flinching.

"Darling! reply. Why?"

Tanya Siti lifted up. Show him something that makes him so hysterical.

"What's this?" Erlangga did not understand.

"Try here, auntie look."

Someone gave me that testpack.

"Goddessa ...." The aunt was hysterical with tears followed.

"Dwoooh! you why? try, can anyone explain?"

"Neng Siti ... Neng Siti, pregnant," said Si Bibi stammering.

Quiet again. Erlangga did not believe what he had just heard.

The kreeep!

Siti hugged her husband.

"We, will be parents, Mas. That means you're gonna be a father."

"Who-benrakah? am I-I'm gonna be a dad, baby?"

Siti nodded.

Erlangga crying haru. Hugged his wife's tiny body. And my aunt cried happily.

The dawn is full of blessings.

"Yes Allah. Even if I have to face You, allow the servant to see the son of the servant born into the world. Allow servant azan for the son of the servant later. That is my only request, Rabb. Aamiin's."

"Aamiin's." Siti followed

"God willing, you are healed, baby. Nothing is impossible in this world. Kun fayakun's. If God wills, no force can prevent it. Believe this.

"Yes, Deck. Come here." Come here." Erlangga gestured for Siti to enter into his arms.

A complete siti with her face, crawling. Leaning his body on the chest of Erlangga who was so thin.

The most comfortable place for him.

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"What do you want, baby? is there anything you want?" asked Erlanngga after the doctor.

"Nothing. I don't want anything."

"Usually other women if pregnant, like to crave. You, no time, Dek?"

"Maybe because of the gestational age I have passed that time, you do not realize, Mas. Yesterday I was so sensitive?"

"That's sober! whiny, sensitive and grumpy. Don't want to drag me down. If now, still don't want to whip?"

"Hm." Siti sulking.

"Haha. Here ... I hug."

Siti smiling. "I'm very comfortable in your arms, Mom."

"Then, hug as long and as often as you want."

"Don't let go, yeah."

"No, I won't let go."

"Congratulations, Mas."

"Bobo. You're not going anywhere. Bobo, baby."

"Hm."

"Sir, she's driving slowly, yeah. Afraid my wife's shaken."

"Yes, Sir."

Erlangga who never want to use the services of a driver. Now, ever since he got sick, it's always been between drivers. His sports cars he sold a few, there was only one. He replaced his car with a bigger and more comfortable one.

The car is moving slowly.

"Aragh!"

The driver looked at the rearview. Stopping the car on the side of the road when he saw his master relapse.

"Sstttt. Keep speeding. Don't let my wife wake up." whispered Erlangga.

"But, Sir."

"Shhh. The street."

Erlangga still endured her sudden relapsing pain. Sweat began to pour. His hand squeezed the car seat so hard.

No movement at all. Erlangga tried to hold back so that Siti did not wake up and was anxious to see herself in pain.

Siti was still sleeping in the deck of Erlangga who was fainting.

The driver could only glance occasionally with such deep sadness. The car was so slow. He understood what Erlangga meant.

Slow down the vehicle so that when Erlangga siuman, Siti was still asleep.

The woman, who now looked fatter, opened her eyes slowly. Between being conscious and not. Look up to see her husband's face.

"Mas."

"Master, asleep. Madam."

"Oh."

"Do we wake up?"

"Don't. You go down first, let me be here with you."

"Okay, Madam."

Driver's down. In his heart he was worried. Not wanting Siti to realize that her husband had fainted.

Siti pulled her body from Erlangga's embrace. Looking at her husband's face. The love grew bigger and bigger as Siti stared at Erlangga.

"This heart is fragile. Easily turned. I used to be almost crazy because Lee left behind. Now, even I have never loved another man's feet other than her." whispered Siti while still staring at her husband up close.

"really?" erlanngga asked with his eyes still closed.

Siti shocked.

"I'm flattered by your crush."

Erlangga opened her eyes. Siti who was still shocked immediately pulled her head back. However, Erlangga's hand held him down quickly.

Approaching Siti's face was getting closer. Until their noses touch each other. Shrinking her forehead, down to her cheeks and finally landing on the red lips that always look wet belonged to Siti.

Siti replied to Erlangga's kiss which was getting hotter.

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