Hello, Ex

Chapter 60

Salma was amazed to see the breakfast menu was presented on the table. The savory and sweet aroma evokes his taste which indeed some days is his dogged eating. He turned his head, trying to find the figure who prepared his breakfast.

Could it be that Mas Sabda has already come home? Or is this the mother who prepared? His mind is trying to find out. Today, he did wake up late because last night it was hard to close his eyes. While her husband has returned to work, entered the night shift— seems to have also not returned home. So it can be ascertained that the one who prepared all this was his in-laws.

   Three days, precisely after they lived together, Habibah always helped him prepare breakfast or homework. But today he served the breakfast menu. Didn't Mas Sabda say you couldn't cook?

  When Salma was thinking hard, the sound of steps was heard approaching the dining table. Awkwardly, Salma immediately threw her face to see Bu Habibah approaching her. Now he just had to wait, what was the meaning that would greet the hearing after Bu Habibah found he woke up late. "Ma—

  "Wake up, let's have breakfast!" cut off Bu Habibah while pulling Salma's arm.

  Salma did not think it was not the first makian that came out of the mouth of the mother Habibah. "Yes, Mom. Salma just woke up, where's mom from?" Suddenly the memories that once existed passed through the head of—do not until the mother met Linda, Linda could use the mother so that she could decetin mas Sabda!

  Past trauma to be exact, which until this moment Salma still misgivings. Worried that the mother still intends to match her son again with a woman who is more perfect than him.

  "Mother of ngantar Ody. Said he wanted to go with Keanu to school. Don't want to wake you up."

  Salma swallows saliva. Then smiling was forced to hear the explanation of Mrs Habibah.

 "Eat first when you're hungry, Sal! I want to wait for the Word first! Pregnant women should not eat late. Poor son! At— or do you not like mom's cooking? You want me to buy chicken porridge? There's a brother passing in front of the house."

  Salma immediately stopped the movement of the body of Bu Habibah who was about to move from the chair. "no, Mom! Let Salma eat this. Salma loves it. Let's sit down and have breakfast together!"

  Madam Habibah sat down again. "So dawn Mother's phone word, she said you weren't feeling well, so the mother took the initiative to make breakfast. You why? stomach contractions?!"

  Salma tried to understand the meaning of her in-laws' kindness. If Ms. Habibah had really changed, she would have been very happy. But if only temporarily for the sake of getting the defense of the son. He doesn't know what to do. "Yes, Mom. Too often contractions last night. But maybe just a false contraction." Salma helped him get breakfast for his father-in-law.

  "Mom can be alone, Sal! You just sit down! Just taking care of it is hard! Pake wants to fuck this up!" prevent Bu Habibah interspersed with light laughter he felt sorry to see Salma who had enough trouble carrying his stomach.

  "We ate together, Mom!" Salma filled the plate. Then start enjoying breakfast with Bu Habibah.

  "How did you eat it? Don't you like mom's cooking?"

  Salma grimaced and explained. "The doctor said, Salma was asked to reduce Karbo, ma'am. The baby's weight estimate is already large. Salma's afraid it's hard to get out of it."

  "Ow, that's it." said Mrs Habibah.

  Both of them enjoyed the breakfast menu on the table. Until a few minutes passed, Mrs Habibah spoke again. "Salma, I want to apologize to you—maybe it sounds late, even very late, but I don't want to owe you an apology. Many sins mother to you, son," said Bu Habibah sincerely.

  "Mr ...." Salma stopped her hand movements.

  "No, Sal! ever since her father Sabda went—mother has always been looking for a way. I always make the right sentences so you will forgive my mistakes. But back and forth the mother thought, indeed there is no perfect word other than a sincere apology from the heart of the mother. Mumpung mom's still breathing. As long as you can still speak, please accept my apologies. I'm guilty of you, I'm tormented by the one-sided love I feel! To give that revenge to you. I'm sorry, Sal!"

"Mak—means mother a—what? Unilateral love? Who?" Salma was confused, feeling she and the Word loved each other, and there was no forced word of their relationship.

"Did your father and mother never tell you?"

Salma shook her head firmly, she did not understand at all what story Bu Habibah meant.

  Madam Habibah felt more guilty. But, he tries to tell Salma his past. As bad as her nature was, she told Salma everything without anything being covered again.

"Ja—so mom loves Mr Arif? My Father? And was my mother my mother's best friend?"

"I—iya. But that was it, Sal! I swore I would never make peace with your family. But it is true that the late Mas Ageng said. It's not good to hold grudges, it's torturing us!"

Salma shook her head, trying to think about Bu Habibah's explanation, until she realized that her in-laws did not hate her. He was just carried away with his feelings and wanted to take revenge for what he had obtained first.

  "Mother, it's better what's gone—we forget. Salma will forgive all the wrongs I ever made to Salma. Salma also apologized, so far has not been the daughter-in-law of the mother's dream. We're family now, Mom. It's not good to hold a grudge." Salma approached Bu Habibah and hugged her father-in-law's body. Let Miss Habibah cry in her arms.

  A moment of rice on the plate was ignored because the two people were busy revealing each other's hearts.

  "Ih, so it's been a BESTie, both breakfasts to forget the same as me?!" Word suddenly appeared from the direction of the living room. Either that guy just arrived or from earlier.

  Sabda kissed his mother's hand, then turned towards Salma leaving a kiss on the forehead. "Make me, tea, Yang!" the door, which Salma immediately obeyed.

  "Wash your hands, Da! Habits of you!" Bu Habibah reminded his careless son.

  "Heheheh, yes Ma'am." the man moved, then stepped closer to the sink in the kitchen.

  "Such a sexy you, Yang! Early in the morning, it was a shower!" whispers as they pass through Salma's body.

  "My head hurts, it feels really heavy. Deliberately shampooing using conditioner as well, who knows can reduce."

"It's still the same."

  "Difficulty sleeping yesterday huh? Or why?"

  "I don't know how heavy it feels."

  "Want to see a doctor?" tawar Sabda's. Not only Salma, approaching HPL, his heart always beats faster when he gets a call from his wife. Actually, all the baby equipment has been put in the bag. Only, his mentality was still half a glass to face the moment.

  "No need. Not yet time for control."

  "Here if it is, let me bring the tea!"

Salma held the arm of Sabda who was about to take the tea. "Mas!"

"Hm?"

"Did you know? If it turns out my mom and my parents have a mass then?"

Word frowned, it was better that he pretended not to know than to have to argue with Salma. "Oh, huh? Seriously Which?!"

"So you don't know?"

Lying isn't papa, is it? Think Word. "No."

"Mom just told me the same story ...." Salma recounted what her hearing had captured.

Word of relief, because Salma had absolutely no intention of replying to what her mother had been doing all this time.

"Now we're family, baby. I hope, even though it feels hard to accept mother! I want you to forgive her."

Salma nodded her head. "Besides us, he's your family, too, Mas. I'll treat mom well— like you treated both my parents."

"Udah beautiful! Pinter cook! Pinter takes care of the husband, pinter on top too! When else try to get rich gini. God is so good, yes, Yang! You sent it to me! You are the real form of the prayer I often ask God! In fact, God gives a lot of bonuses!" word Sabda was accompanied by a smile from his lips.

"Ih! We had breakfast together!" Salma pushed Sabda, asking the man to return to the dining table first.

"I'm waiting for you there, yeah!"

Salma was still busy closing the sugar jar. When I step up to the Word. The bone ********** was painful, until he delayed his leg to step.

Heartburn also came and controlled the area of his stomach. It felt so agonizing, his stomach was like it was being twisted violently and viciously.

  Salma hoped this was a false contraction. Considering HPL is still two weeks away. But it seems like he was wrong, it felt like something was pushing, and forcing him to come out.

"Mas!" pekik Salma, trying to ask the help of the Word. "Mas Word!" The man just responded.

  "Why?" The word turned towards the kitchen, to find out what Salma needed.

  "Mas I want to be born, deh!" report Salma while enduring the pain.

  "Seriously?"

"Yes, Mom!"

"Can't be delayed tomorrow, Yang? I haven't had a shower! I shave my hair first!" tanya Sabda who has been holding Salma's body.

"Mom, your son, Buk! Please tell me not to!" Salma was upset with the response of the Word. And now, what could become a place of contention was her in-laws.

If it used to be during the birth of Aundy, Miss Deva who accompanied. Now, there is a faithful Bu Habibah rubbing his back. In fact, Salma could see the teardrops of the woman as Brandon Baghaskara's first cry could be heard filling the room.

Do not ask Sabda where, the man was actually expelled by Salma because since the fifth opening he continued to cry beside him. Surely if Aundy knew, would laugh out loud to see the father cry.

But after the heavy period was successfully passed, they could finally enjoy the happiness that doubled. He could see the smile of the Word without burden.

Salma was grateful to be back in the man's arms. In his life he confirmed a pantun from the Javanese language, it sounded like this: Teklek keceplung kalen, weigh golek aluwung balen. Clogs splashed times, rather than looking better back. Maybe some women forbid it, or will answer why again if they can get better.

Make Salma not that easy, make him the Word is a perfect man. She once tried with a new one, but it turns out—stopped her love for the Word is not as short as when she fell in love.