Girl For The Widow

S2.83

The day continues, do not feel the pregnancy of Habibah nine months, just waiting for the estimated day of birth, maybe only a few days.

During that time there was no sign of Rizqy coming out of his coma. Habibah's heart was deeply troubled by this fact. Just try no Rizqia and the people who care so much about her, no matter what kind of life she is going to live this.

Rizqia's hand grasping her very tightly was an embedding for her and the child she was born with was a reason to stay strong through these days. One thing he believes is that one day Rizqy will be aware of his coma.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother. How are you today?" habibah asked again to invite Rizqy to speak.

The pregnant woman grabbed Rizqy's hand and held it very tightly. Sometimes he kisses the back of the hand for a long time. It was the only way to vent the longing with her activity that was always kissing the back of Rizqy's hand as she left and returned home. Satisfied with that hand, Habibah drew closer to Rizqy's face. He landed a soft kiss on his very pale lip.

"Mas wake up, don't want to accompany me when I'm in labor" he continued, stroking Rizqy's tapered cheek.

"Who will judge our sons and daughters at birth? Would you be willing for someone else to accuse them? These are the moments I wait for."

Satisfied to speak, Habibah lay his head on the bed while holding tightly to Rizqy's hand. The pregnant woman then fell asleep and soon she was lulled into a dream.

"Mas, thank God we finally met.  Let's go home, shall we?"

Rizqy just smiled without saying anything. He tried to reach Habibah's outstretched hand. It is very difficult for the hands of both to reach each other. Habibah was as strong as reaching for the hand as Rizqy was trying to get closer to his wife.

"Mas, maaaaaas."

Habibah shouted to Rizqy who ran over trying to reach him, but what happened? The distance separates them. Close, but why is that hand so hard on the touch.

"Mas Rizqyyyy."

"Aww."

Habibah woke up, she felt pain in her stomach. His hand reflexively released Rizqy's hand and then switched to stroking her stomach.

"Astaghfirullah, why does this stomach hurt so much? Is this what you call a false contraction?" Habibah asked while trying to endure the pain. Occasionally a ringing from him sounded along with a sweat that seeped out. Habibah took a deep breath and then exhaled it. He did it over and over again until the pain was no longer felt.

"Astaghfirullah."

"Astaghfirullah."

"Astaghfirullah."

Istighfar's chant was spoken out softly from Habibah's lips, after he felt airy from the pain that seemed to make tightness and difficult to breathe air.

"But why?" ask Rizqia who just entered Rizqy's room. The girl saw Habibah's face look very pale and cold sweat filled part of her face.

"Sir Bibah is okay, his ponakan are active ngajak inaqnya joking. It is possible that no patience wants to meet Mamiq sama inaqnya," replied Habibah while sharing his cheerful smile.

"Related Brother?" search Rizqia. His hand then stroked Habibah's distended stomach gently.

"Assalamu'alaikum Nune and Tatiknya Aunty. Another seductive Inaqnya huh?" continued.

"Sign Aunty cantiiik. Hahahaha amused Aunty hand Aunty cantiiik kok tickled Inaq's stomach?"

Habibah mimicked the voice of a child while chuckling.

"They're moving lo!"

Rizqia enthusiastic. He drew his ears closer hoping to hear their funny laughter. Instead of a sound, kick him. Rizqia is ridiculous!

The reaction made Habibah complain while making his laughter.

"Still in the stomach alone already feel the hero, how will he be born? Aunty challenged the takraw football battle, we see who is the strongest leg," said Rizqia said silly. Then he smiled amusedly seeing Habibah looking at him with a pouting expression.

"Funny, tiny and soft feet that want to be challenged to play sepak takraw, not willing to blister," he said then showed off his unreasonable face.

"Yes, yes, yes. Not to play takrawnya mdingan Aunty ajarin play hide and seek so Inaq tired nyariin the three of us, agree?" sahut Rizqia returned to jail her brother-in-law.

"Nobody has yet to be born, there is already an intention that is not really the same as Ponaannya. Benar-bener Aunty is misleading."

Habibah added by singing his lips increasingly pouting.

Hahaha

Rizqia laughed again with the joke continuing.

Habibah felt her mood warm. No worries tried to infiltrate the cracks of his heart.

"Come on, dong?"

"No greetings?" habibah asked in wonder, not as usual Juna forgot about it.

Juna scratched his head wrong.

"It was bad! But just look at you kidding, this tongue will become sprained. Slippery as it is," said Juna while displaying his innocent face.

"Assalamu'alaikum Abang Rizqy, I Juna come again, huh? Not bored with my masculine voice, right? If bosen wakes up, dong! I would like it, in a raw bogem or in teriakin really noisy, anyway elo! Because every day ngabbing is not clear in the Ear Abang Rizqy continues where not familiar anyway."

Juna turned to ask Rizqy to speak. But whatever was said by Juna none of them was responded by Rizqy. He stayed in his coma.

"Abang Rizqy must be wondering who this guy is, right? That must be it," he continued.

Juna was silent for a moment as if weighing something. He looked at Habibah affectionately.

"It's not exciting to be honest now, so Brother Rizqy has to be conscious first, sneak! This is an order not a request. If the ogah siumannya, do not blame Habibah if he wants to be kidnapped." Juna answered his own question with a slight threat.

Hahaha

Habibah laughed loudly. Didn't expect Juna to be that ridiculous. Did someone ask to be kidnapped?

I might!

While Rizqia only gawked at what was said by the middle eastern man.

"Yes, I forgot. This is Asinan mango and mango flowers your order Bibah," said Juna while offering two crackles that he held earlier.

"Jeez."

Rizqia patted the forehead with a sigh. Juna had long come and then invited a chat, only now he realized in his hand there was something he was holding.

"Hehehehe forgot. I don't think I brought anything."

Juna scratched his head acting funny while smiling sillyly.

"Thank you, Bang! The idea must be seneng nih" replied Habibah was happy with what was brought by Juna. It really is a accomplishment at the moment.

"This is for the sake of this handsome Mamiq Rari. Do you know Bibah and you Qia?" juna answered and looked at Habibah for a second then turned to Rizqia's face.

"No, Mamiq Juna has not been whispered," said Rizqia with a curious expression.

Habibah just shook his head. His mouth was busy chewing so he could not speak to answer.

"That's the song lyrics. Oh yes do not like whispers later make people misunderstand continue su'uzon continue to hurt and there is revenge, deh! Though that is not the point," said Juna said wisely.

"oh yeah almost forgot what to say. Tau I do not willing to break through the heat of the Sun and the heat along the way memories for this pickled and Mango Flowers. Fortunately, the sales are in the way of youth, try nothing? Maybe I went to Sharuk Khan's country to get it. Do you want her to crav? Don't ask Abang bawain Abang Quartararo not able to Abang," story Juna who fight for Habibah's desire to enjoy a sauerkraut of mangoes and mango flowers that are in Kentaram.

"Loh! Doesn't my brother use a car?" asked Habibah in wonder.

"Forgot if you have a lot of cars, is there in front of the eyes that are used," said Juna origin.

"Jogang (crazy)," said Rizqia ended with an amused laugh.

There's-there's just that one single behavior. Where weathered again.

"Udah ah, brother home. Want a pesen especially? Just don't ask for Vinales' bring, can't do it. Some of them want to come so just ask Masnya who brought him here. If you are still sleeping, drag him to wake up. Wherever there is a sleeping Princess not a sleeping Son. Men really want to be good."

After being satisfied nagging Juna left Rizqy's hospital room with a satisfied face. Deliberately said that so that Rizqy scolded him and quickly tried to wake up from his sleep. That's hope.

***

In the middle of the night when people were fast asleep, Habibah woke up. The pain attacked him again.

"O Allah is very sick."

Habibah grimaced in pain. She feels her underwear wet, with her back and forth she heads to the toilet available in Rizqy's inpatient room. Beside him was Rizqia who was not awake at all with the movement of Habibah. The girl looked so tired that she was not disturbed at all.

"At the time I was born" said Habibah aware of the amniotic fluid in the underwear that was worn. The pain still strikes incessantly, only prayers are chanted hoping that the labor that will be faced by God.

"Mas wake up, I want the body and it hurts a lot. You're a horror, right? Don't sleep, I hate Mas Rizqy. Just be careful if Mas Rizqy does not wake up when I am in pain of giving birth to our child, I will not reprimand Mas Rizqy let alone smile at Rizqy. I'm going to lash out and I don't want to see Mas Rizqy. You hear me, I'll lash."

Seriate.