Give Me a Chance

Estetok

“Pusing yes?” tanya Hasyim put the comb on the dressing table.

From the reflection of the mirror, it is seen that the lips of the woman he just helped appear white.

“Cuma dantuk aja mas,” he replied while holding the temple.

Hasyim saw a wall clock that still points to the number 4 in the morning, “What's sleeping again aja mumpung still morning,”

Because last night the young woman who will bear the title of the mother often complains of dizziness and feeling hungry, but when entered the food even feels nauseous. That is the main reason he is sleepless until now sleepy.

“Fear of keblabasen mas, let alone bel-.” equipment

“Have prepared everything.” Cut Hasyim fast.

“Later Ria just eat and wear uniform, then leave,” Hasyim continued again.

Aleria deliberately woke up quickly because she wanted to prepare other equipment, she had moved from the bed directly to the bathroom without waking the husband first, he said, Hashim only knew when Aleria was suddenly on the dressing table.

“Eat?” she was like a trauma with an energy source normally digested by her stomach.

“Slightly dear, believe the same mas later will not vomit again,” Hashim brought the wife to bed.

“But Ria does not want to if you have to take medicine.”

The man sighed, “Alright,” while he could only agree that there was no debate.

Aleria was seen closing her eyes in the arms of her husband, while Hashim did not follow her to the dream. He was thinking about the situation of the woman.

It does not feel like seeing the condition of Aleria now, especially after this should be checked by an obstetrician.

But how? Aleria alone does not know about the fetus that has been deposited in her womb.

A stained carcass will surely smell too, Hashim must be honest with Aleria as soon as possible.

One of Hasyim's hands he made to support his head, while looking at the clock if the needle pointed to the figure five less ten minutes he would wake Aleria up.

“Astagfiruwllah.” Hashim's mouth evaporates, watching the sleeping person turns to make him contagious.

Tekluks

Hashim's hand squeezed until the head that had been supported was now slammed into the pillow, making his eyes wake up instantly, he only realized that he was following his sleep. “What time is this?”

The hour hand has shown exactly to its destination number, how strong does Hashim's hand support his own head?

“Dek.. let's get up,” patted slowly the wife's cheek.

“Hem.”

“Wake up. We pray Fajr first,”

“It's time?” instead of waking up immediately, Aleria instead sucked her head in the chest of the husband's field.

“He’em. let's go later to the campus late hlo,”.

“Ya Allah.. still drowsy, home also late in the afternoon,” complained Aleria while brushing her hair and leaning on the bed wall.

“Semangat... later fitting home mas make martabak special deh,” Only in that way Hasyim give spirit.

“Free, later also nauseous again,” Aleria anyway like it, but what is the power of his body as if refusing to be filled.

“If you eat martabak make mas definitely not deh,” Hasyim walk take a pair of Ospek uniforms that he has ironed.

Aleria just muttered and went to the bathroom for ablution as well as Hashim, two prayer mats along with mukena were also available on the floor near the bed.

They both performed solemn worship, many prayers that the man offered, including to open the door of the wife's heart, in order to receive the fetus that God had placed in her womb.

When Aleria finished kissing her husband's hand with reverence, as well as Hashim who kissed the woman's forehead.

Aleria complied, took off her daily clothes and changed to using a white shirt and black skirt according to the ospek rules, when wearing a tie she had a bit of difficulty, behind which there were two adhesives to put together, and there were two adhesives to put together, but the lengths of the connections are different unbalanced and very difficult to put together.

Suddenly there was a huge shadow visible in the mirror, his body towering, the finger Aleria removed so that he could help glue the tie down easily.

“Iya-iya the tallest.” Aleria's lips appear pursed, because again her husband was holding his head and aligned with his body, as he intended to mock.

“Eating a lot so big quickly,” Hashim rubbed the head of Aleria which was covered with hijab.

“Mas.. this is difficult hlo shape,” upset Aleria because the rectangular headscarf that was originally neat is now even irregular.

Hasyim smiled and then his hand removed the pentule needle under his chin, thumb and forefinger holding the edge of the tip of the hijab, slightly pressing the wave of cloth in order to form perfectly, it slowly moves from the top to the bottom.

“Huh..” a blow hit Aleria's face.

Hasyim blew the top of the hijab while the fingers continued to work, “Agot hard ya it turns.”

Though he yesterday had tried to use a tutorial from one of the content in the tok-tik, because as a man he was very anxious when he saw the wife who had long used a rectangular jibap.

“So it's neat even dibantakin, so ginikan,”

“Wear another hijab can't love?”

“Yes can not be mas, it has become a rule to wear hijab model like this,”

“Should also wear this type of fabric?” Ask Hashim again, because there should be a rectangular volume but the fabric used is thick and easily formed.

“Yes mas, can't be any other.”

“Emang intention to make others suffer,”

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Aleria pours rice in the lunch box and put it on a plate, “Nasya mostly mas.”

Hashim approached while restraining the movement of the wife, “If as early as later can be punished hlo..”.

She looked and looked at the face of her husband, “Who was angry just because of his little credit, very little work.”

“Yes who knows.. “

“In the description of the clue only brings rice and side dishes as ordered, not the rice must be added.”

Hashim exhaled the oxygen that he breathed and has now turned into carbon dioxide, “Yah. not estetok again dong dek,” rice that has been compacted and side dishes neatly arranged on the edge, he said, now it's even turned into a random lizard.

“Cultural arts lessons no longer exist mas.” Gasps Aleria

"Who says art is the main basis of life,"

"During time," the box was dragged, and Aleria quickly arranged.

"The signal should not be so untidy deck.. " Hashim regrets the actions of the wife who was too bar-barous.

The clear vegetable, put into the plastic so as not to spill, and Aleria tie the tip not with the cover, but rather be stared at.

"Let's hurry, I'll be late, please,"

"Mas make some toast for a while," Hashim brought him two provisions just in case Aleria still did not lust the same rice that was the source of carbohydrates.

"duh..  Later mas," the master saw the clock that had pointed to the number five.

"Ten minutes, dear..."

Hashim immediately arranged what needed to be brought, he also quickly fed the wife to eat bread.

Seriate...