Fat Broken Wing

Mau Serabi Oncom

KIYARA POV

Oekk .. oek .. oek …

“Emh ... what time is this?” murmuring while wriggling and grabbing my phone on the nightstand, a short needle just showed at half 4 am but the sound of crying El, has sounded very loud, it was very loud, the crying sound of the baby I miss.

I turned my head to the side, then smiled as sweetly as possible when I saw my beloved husband still sound in his sleep. I slowly sidelined myself, slept tilted toward my husband, then refocused on seeing God's perfect creation for me, straight hair that was a little messy, eyes with blue eyeballs that are still tightly closed, thick eyebrows, fine eyelashes, nose sharp like a bule in general, a firm jaw overgrown with short hairs, and, white but thank God I am still white, hihihi . at least there is still something I can be proud of. It was still like a dream, when I woke up in the morning and found this handsome man lying next to me, sometimes hugging my waist, sometimes his hands were on my chest, sometimes his feet were on my feet, he said, and his various sleep styles make me smile sometimes.

“thank you, already willing to fight to convince me,” I said as I gently rubbed my husband's cheek, then with a slow move I tried to kiss his lips that looked so sexy when they opened a little like this.

Pt …

“Emh, Darling ..” murmured with his hoarse voice.

“Mas, wake up dong .. I want it,”.

“You what?”

“You're tuh.”

“That's what, Honey?” tanyanya is anxious while pulling my body docked to her sturdy body.

“You're this?” he asked as he led my hand toward his navel, it was common for me to accept this kind of thing from my perverted husband, although at first I was very stiff and ashamed, especially when he saw me in plain condition, my eel was two, not to mention these big thigh fats, jeez. .. sometimes I still feel strange that a handsome man he can accept me for who I am.

“That's not it, Mas .. I want to eat surabi oncom out of subuhan,” I replied while pulling my hand which is now right above the strained navel.

“Ish, you know me. But I want to,” he said as he opened his eyes and Lanngsung kissed me greedily.

“Emmh .. Mas ih, we have not even washed our face yet,” I said while covering my face with my hands.

“Nothing, let me already gig .. you're on top,” he said, jeez does my husband not feel heavy when I have to ride on it.

“I'm heavy,” I replied.

“No, come on ..” and I finally resigned.

A few minutes passed, we were done .. really express and fit together with the sound of the morning adhan reverberating.

“Mandi together,” said my husband after revoking his property and without warning directly carried me towards the bathroom and yes again a shower that is not just a shower anymore.

After bathing with us as usual congregational prayers in Singapore ..but the possibility in the future Mas Dave will return to prayer in the mosque with Father and also Kak Dafa.

“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullah ..”

“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullah ..”

“Alhamdulilah ..”

“Subhanallah ..”

As always Mas Dave always ends our prayers with dhikr and do’a-do’a, for the good of ourselves, family, and our hopes later, he said we have to control everything with prayer so that the effort is done much more blessed in front there later, and all that is exactly as my father told me.

“Sini,” he said while stretching his hands and without hesitation I immediately went into his warm embrace, holding his hand for me to kiss the back of his hand.

“Mas, want to chat with you but a little sensitive, promise do not cry yes,” he said to make me nervous.

“What is Mas?” my question while getting stronger hugs.

“You have not had a month more menstruation, your mood often goes up and down lately, sensitive as well, even though your body is healthy just not yet experiencing signs of pregnancy, she said, but you want yes to make a test pack, Mas worried,” he said while kissing the shoots of my head gently.

“Emh, I want it, Mas, but I'm afraid to disappoint you guys as much as I haven't conceived as Mas suspected,” I said as I closed my eyes, lately I have been feeling moody and sensitive even though I feel it is a sign of PMS but it might not hurt if I check it out.

“Kalu is still not a line two, meaning we work again more often, Darling ... all must have a silver lining, but Mas sure as it is here already there are seeds of Mas growing, which is not the same,” he said while gently caressing my uneven stomach.

“Yes already, we buy surabi oncom first home we find a pharmacy that is open 24 hours, to buy a test pack, how?”

And, without answering my question Mas Dave eagerly took me to the bed and took off my face and took out a home-made robe complete with a hood for me to wear outside the house while he just took the jacket.

“Come, dear,” he said with a spirit and a smile that expands perfectly, making my heart beat even more, afraid to disappoint his pleasure.

On the lower floor of the house is still quiet, Father and Sister Dafa must be mash in the mosque while Mother and Asti Tea must be the same little one who has been up from earlier and Mommy is likely

still in the guest room.

“Pamit used to gih Yang, rather than later d cariin,” said Mas Dave, emh right too.

“Ya already, Mas panasin motor first I want to go to his room El,” my advice.

Suamike nodded his head and immediately rushed towards where the key to the vehicle was hanging, while I walked towards El's room, which was on this first floor.

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“Assalamu’alaikum, Mommy ..” my broom when after opening the door of the room, it is clear there is El who is drinking her milk along with Mother and Asti Tea who are chatting.

“Wa’alaikum salam,” replied Mother and Asti Tea together, making me smile.

“Bun, I want permission to go out with Mas Dave, want to buy serabi oncom in front of housing, Mommy Sama Teteh want to titip what?”

“Chicken slurry, Teteh meni laper from earlier ge,” replied Asti Tea with enthusiasm, making me and Mommy chuckle, understand Breastfeeding mothers are prone to feeling hungry, and, even though Mother and Sister Dafa had stitched food in a small refrigerator in her room.

“Hehehe, get ready .. I buy chicken porridge for breakfast just as good for the extra filling yes, want sweet serabi also what buy savory aja?” ask again.

“Yang aja savory, Nak know yourself here less like sweet serabi,” replied Mother.

“Siap, Bun .. Ara says yes, dadah.”