Dowager Bohay

There's A Weird One

"Hmm .. who misses his wife is different, Mama is numbered." Mina's mother was singing her lips.

Djiwa pinched her temple, earlier Rendi, now her sulking mother. Wonder. Why are the people around him no one is sensitive that he and his little brother have missed the Rose so much.

"Not my dearest mother. I miss Mama too. Try to understand Mama. I have been in the village for months. Communication tools we rarely use because of fear Papa's number is also tracked. Want to contact the Rose just to hear his voice should not be because a little information that Rose knows better for his safety. I'm so-" Unfinished Djiwa spoke Mother Mina had cut her words.

"Yes, Mama understands. Roses are in the backyard. He was teaching after the dzuhur prayer," said Ms. Mina.

"Watch? In the backyard? How can?" ask Djiwa.

"He can. What the hell is not for your wife? The word Rose, dzuhur prayer and teaching in the gazebo is more delicious. Adems. Mom and Dad agreed. I guess the gazebo waiting kunti has gone because you often hear your wife teaching," replied Mina's mother casually.

Djiwa smiled widely. "What a great wife this is. Even Kunti was afraid of him. Yes, it is, Ma. I'm gonna go see a rose. Kangen."

Just a step Djiwa walked, the back of her shirt pulled by Mina's mother. "Wait a minute!"

The soul stopped its steps. "What the hell else, Ma?"

"Mama just want to remind, if it combines kangennya not in the gazebo. Udah hard tuh kunti go, later back again see the sights perverted in broad daylight. Take your wife to the room if you want to make out. It's still daylight, a lot of employees can see you!" mother Mina said.

"He .. he .. he ... Mama just know that this longing has exploded. Mama put some loud music in the room. Pretend not to know if you hear the two of us yelling" Again not finished talking Djiwa has been cut off by Mother Mina. This time it was accompanied by a pinch on Djiwa's waist.

"You go on again, Mama's getting stronger!" threaten Mom Mina.

Djiwa laughed and walked away from Mina's mother. Djiwa passed through the family room and then headed for the backyard. Sayup-sayup heard the sound of the Rose who was teaching. His voice was melodious and the chant of the holy verse he read sounded so cold in the ears of Djiwa.

Smiling soul looked at the woman wearing white face. His beautiful wife remained focused on teaching, not knowing that the husband he had longed for had returned.

My soul was moved to see it. He was sure his wife was praying for him. A person who always prays for him who is fighting for justice. One of the factors that made Djiwa successful in carrying out dangerous missions was the prayer of the Rose.

Djiwa walked closer and heard more and more the sound of the Rose when teaching. Djiwa is now on the side of the gazebo but his wife is still not aware of his presence.

"Assalamualaikum," said Djiwa made Roses stop teaching him.

The rose lifted up its face. He was surprised to find the husband he had longed for and always prayed for in front of his eyes. "Waalaikum .. greetings. Mr Djiwa?"

The eyes of the Rose glistened to see the Soul. Without realizing it, her tears were dripping. Djiwa walked over and grabbed his wife into his arms. "Darling ... I miss you" said Djiwa.

The rose hugged her husband. The fragrance of perfume that he had longed for now he could breathe again. The handsome man who always protected her could now be hugged again. "I miss you too, Mom."

The soul felt something strange as he hugged the Rose. Usually when hugging, they are so tight, but now it seems as if there is a distance between them. Djiwa released her embrace and wiped away the tears on Rose's face.

"Don't cry on dong, Mas has come home. Kangen didn't?" ask Djiwa.

The rose nodded quickly with a smile. "That's a damn thing."

The face of the rose immediately met with red. "Ih ... Mas Djiwa ah, I'm ashamed," said the Rose.

"Nothing. His name is kangen. Reasonable. We meet up" Djiwa said in a whisper, afraid that employees would hear. Djiwa remembered her mother's message earlier.

The rose blushed in embarrassment then nodded its head. He also misses Djiwa. "Now?"

"Whoa, Sweetheart. I can't stand it, yuk!" The soul cleans up the Rose's cool and teaching equipment while the Rose opens her face.

The rose placed her face on the small shelf that Mother Mina had provided. He said that the rose is easy if you want to teach anytime in the gazebo. The soul has folded, now it turns and faces the Rose.

"Astaghfiullah!" The soul fell down. "That's your stomach why? How big is that?"

The rose patted his forehead. She forgot that she had not told Djiwa the news about her pregnancy. Both of his parents-in-law did not say anything apparently until Djiwa was so surprised to see the belly of the Rose growing.

"I'm pregnant, Mom," said Rose with a smile.

"Pregnant? Since when? Pregnant my son?" tanya Djiwa still doesn't believe.

Roses nodded. "Yes dong Mas Djiwa's. When I left, I was pregnant. Vomiting and nausea that I feel because there is already your child in my womb," said Rose with a smile.

Djiwa continued to stare at the belly of the bloated Rose, seen behind the t-shirt she was wearing. The soul extended its hand and was about to touch the belly of the Rose. I still can't believe I haven't held it directly.

The rose's stomach is a little hard. First only the index finger of Djiwa touched it, then he touched it with his palm. Just then the fetus in the belly of the Rose moved. The soul was shocked and released his hand. "Move-move!"

The smiling rose saw the shock of Djiwa. Funny and adorable. "Your son said greetings to the introduction of his Papa," said Roses.

The eyes of the Souls sparkled. "Greetings?" The soul points to itself. "The same Papa?"

Roses nodded. Her husband is adorable. Moreover, looking at his eyes that sparkled like a child who just had a new toy.

The soul again touched the belly of the Rose. Gently stroked her, as if she still could not believe that she would have a child. "Hi! It's Papa."

The fetus in the Rose's stomach moves again. He was shocked but this time he did not let go of his hand. He enjoyed the movement felt in his hands. "How many weeks have you been? Sorry Papa hasn't been home in a long time."

"24 weeks, Pa." The rose replies representing the child in its womb.

"Wow .. is big too." The soul approached and kissed the belly of the Rose. "It was good to hug your mother when something strange happened. Kirain had a pillow between the two of us uh it turns out there's a Junior Soul." Djiwa talks to the child in the Rose. Amazingly, the boy continued to respond as if he knew that the one who spoke was his long-cherished father.

"Who is the same Papa? Same, Papa's missing too. Yuk, meet! Not here, in the room! Don't be naughty if we meet." Djiwa lifted her face and now spoke to the Rose. "I'd like to see Dede. Can't you?"

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