I Love You Jessica's

I Love You Jessica's
Haikal khizam ubaidilah



Happiness is not always measured by matter. In fact, simple life is even happier without the burden of heavy thoughts and dizziness of paying installments. People who live more simply will have more time with loved ones.


The life formula of blessing is easy. Be stylish according to your wallet, and it is true. The couple Faris and Jessica get the appropriate portion of her life. This is what is called a blessed life, Jessica only knew the true meaning of life after living her life with Faris today.


Two months they have lived life in this new place, not infrequently Jessica must rotate her brain in order to save for her future survival.


Faris was amazed at all Jessica's changes. She enjoyed her role as a wife. Who does not know Jessica's past. If someone were to see him now, it would definitely shake his head. Incredibly beautiful. She is now an obedient wife, who said meekly. And very careful of his words.


"Dorr!!"


Faris gasped and regained consciousness from the daydream when his wife bullied him.


Jessica laughed a little, then said "why the hell Mas, looking at me while daydreaming?"


Faris then smiled, clasped Jessica's hand and kissed her as a manifestation of her gratitude. "Mas proud of you, you shaleha wife. Thank you baby, you left your parents for me. You leave the wealth you have to go with your husband. You are so patient to live your new days, even though living with Mas, maybe only enough to eat. Your steps are guided by God dear, a woman's paradise after marriage lies with her husband."


"I'm happy to live like this, I'm not happy! I didn't sincerely get a husband like you Mas" His eagle, then he turned his back.


"You look from behind beautiful, you're sexy." That was how Faris was, he only addressed everything leisurely and patiently. Faris was never angry.


"Issha! Bawdy!"


"Let's get back here, your husband's time is on his back. It's not good to turn your back on your husband." Faris paused her speech, holding onto Jessica's shoulder. "Mas wants you to buy baby born prep." Whisper in the ear, Jessica's content has entered the eighth month. They have been trying to find their needs from now on.


Hearing that Jessica immediately smiled happily and turned around. "Tell?"


"Yes,"


"Okay if that's Mas Faris wait here, I want to change clothes." Jessica said as she stood up.


"Wear comfortable shoes, your path will not be difficult. Our path will be long."


"Yes!"


All women like to be invited to shopping, her mind.


***


Arriving at the Mall, the woman who was once shopping crazy now had to swallow her saliva rough. Sometimes there is a desire to buy, but…


"Capek no? If we are tired of rest, we eat first." said Faris, in his hand is pushing shopping troley that is almost full.


"Stage, a little more."


The woman turned to the baby sock, picking her models there. Last month while at USG, the doctor said his son was a boy. So Jessica avoids the softer colors of women. "It looks like blue should be more." Mumbled.


"Alas already, long or short clothes already, pants already, bedong also already all. Just pay,"


"Tell?" ask Faris reassuringly.


"Yes really…"


"You sit here, let Mas pay."


Jessica then sat down waiting for Faris to head to the cashier. After Faris paid, they then headed to the foodcourt to order some heavy food.


"Nothing, I think it's done."


"You're feeling a little claustrophobic" Faris noticed that Jessica from the moment she ate looked less comfortable.


"Yes, her name is also pregnant. Uhhh…. Sakiit.. sakiitt.my stomach is sick.uh..."


Faris immediately got out of the chair and approached his wife. "Why baby?"


"My stomach hurts, it's wrapped around the taste."


"W-is it time?" Faris panicked. "We're going to the hospital now, right?"


Jessica nodded.


Faris took his wife slowly to the lobby. In the elevator, many people feel sorry. There are also those who like to be willing to bring their groceries until they want to wait for Jessica when Faris takes his car in the basement.


In the car Faris kept reminding his wife to continue beristighfar.


"Uuhhhh." Jessica's hand gripped the car's door handle as the contraction came. The pain is coming more and more often. His face grimaced in pain.


"Jee soon, Je, just wait until. Continue to be a bit of a bear," Faris kept looking at the side. "O Allah, there is blood!!" Faris grew even more panicked when she saw the blood mixed liquid that soaked the bottom of the peach-colored robe that Jessica was wearing.


"Je, je !! Don't guarantee your eyes Je?!" Shouted Faris, "it's going to be a hundred meters away…"


The car had arrived in front of the hospital's IGD, a nurse who was standing guard there was directly handling Jessica. Take him with a hospital bed.


"Help my wife sus" said Faris weakly. He was too confused to do what.


"Okay, wait here for a second. Later if it's a perfect opening I call yes sir."


"Well sus…"


The room then closed. Faris immediately went to the mosque to perform dzuhur prayers and pray for the safety of both his wife and the baby.


***


"Alhamdulillah…"


A few hours later, Faris prostrated herself after seeing her baby boy come out of her beloved wife's body. The baby was named Haikal khizam ubaidilah.


The tiny baby is now in his arms after being arrested by him. It turns out her face is a miniature of herself, but her lips are Jessica's lips. Faris chuckles, surely if big later will be a sexy-lipped guy, he thought.


"Kok laugh Mas Faris?"


"His lips, your lips are so. Take a look at that." Faris then approached showing the resemblance of her lips. "Come, unbutton your shirt. Help him drink breast milk immediately."


The baby immediately searched for his mother's put*ng, his small whining noises made them feel anxious, then they peeked at the bald top of the head over and over again.


"Thank you for your struggle baby, thank you for wanting to be a mother to my children." Faris then kissed his wife's forehead. Smile on the lips of both even though the real happiness they have not got. It's about William.


To be continued.