I'M MY MOTHER'S HONEY

Besieged

With doubt and awkwardness. Zahra landed her body on the back of her husband. It feels so thrilling. Heart beating fast, heart is not careless, his feelings this time he can not cover anymore. It seemed, the sparks of love had already started burning in the heart of the woman.

"Do you feel Wa's pain?" glancing at Zahra who was already in her arms.

"Ga, Gakk sir," Zahra grogi, her voice choked. " It doesn't hurt sir." She wanted Ezra to feel comfortable while carrying her. So he lied, said no pain. In fact, he felt tremendous pain, spreading throughout the body.

"Get in, we can fall later, if you put some distance with me. Do not push your body too far back. If you put it that way, the burden will feel heavier."

"I'm heavy? you mean old man, I'm fat?" Ezra's forehead shriveled at the wife's sniffling speech. Who says he's heavy. Yes, women are very sensitive to that one thing.

Huufttt...

Ezra took a deep breath. His wife was back again. Look for 'cause. Ezra doesn't want to be lured. The day was getting darker, the cloud was getting thicker, the rain was falling more and more. flashes of lightning light seemed ready to strike, which was followed by a loud rumbling sound. They really are in an unsafe place.

"We must pray a lot, may we not be struck by lightning." P

Zahra was silent, which was exactly what her husband said. They must pray a lot to the creator, in order to avoid Mala calamity.

Ezra dragged his feet with all his might. It turned out that the shoes he was wearing made it difficult for him to walk on that slippery ground.

"Aauuww...!" Zahra was surprised, Ezra slipped. They almost fell into the fields. But, Ezra was still able to balance his body.

"Sir, I'm going down. I'm heavy!" Zahra felt so guilty and sorry for her husband. Actually he can still walk, despite having to endure the tremendous pain in his legs. Zahra is not a whiny boy.

Ezra stopped his steps. The man crouched down, Zahra came down from the husband's back. Ezra won't argue. He quickly took off his expensive shoes, along with his socks. Zahra watched him closely.

The man came back down. "Let's ride!" Patting his back again.

"Sir, I'll walk. I can still walk." His words are tough.

"Good!" Turning his neck to look at his wife behind him.

"I can walk koq sir."

"Good, or you I leave here!" Ezra firmly with his serious eyes. His wife was not mendembekin continue, can visit. Expensive selling.

Zahra finally obeyed her husband.

"Hand the fast." Zahra quickly wrapped her arms around her husband tightly. "Totally more!" Zahra complied, so that her chest stuck perfectly on the sturdy husband's back.

Gini is delicious. Ezra murmured, smiling. The body that was cold was lost was replaced by the warm embrace of the wife who carried it.

Zahra is now touched. Her heart was filled, getting such good treatment and attention from her husband. The hatred and resentment that had been imprinted in the heart for the husband, now began to fade. Replaced with feelings of admiration and sympathy. The spark of love had already begun to grow in his heart.

The man who was holding her was indeed a good man. The proof was that her husband did not force himself to be served in bed. Last night, her husband looked very passionate.

The lightning and the rumbling sounds were non-stop. And the rain was falling down upon them. The size is huge. Making Waja Ezra feel sick with the slap of rain. Zahra decided to put her face on her husband's shoulder. Closely covered her husband's body.

"Yes Allah.....!" Zahra finally lifted her face. The husband's sad-sounding words made him so curious.

"Sir, how do we cross. The bridge was submerged in water." Zahra shuddered in horror at the rush of brown river water to Kuningan in front of him. It turned out that the place was surrounded by a river. And the bridge that connects to the village sebrang persawahan can not be passed. Because the distance of the surface to the bridge is only 1 cm. The bridge looks like it is sinking.

Huff.... Ezra breathed a heavy sigh. Why are they so unlucky today. There is no way they will spend the night in the rice fields. They're soaking wet. They may get sick later.

"Close embrace ya Wa. We have to cross this bridge "Lifting the wife's thigh, because she almost sagged from her back.

"Defend here, also we can die baby. You didn't hear that lightning sound."

"Yes sir. But, I also do not want to die drifting carried away. If we pass through this bamboo bridge. Where does the cake continue to collapse?" Zahra was really scared.

"Ezra was silent, his eyes looking back around.

"Well, we go to that shack first. May the rain subside and the river water shrink."

"Yes sir, yes sir!"

Ezra twisted his body, walking so carefully towards the cottage. Zahra tightened her arms to her husband. Keep her face hidden on her husband's shoulder. Zahra is brave. He was very afraid of lightning.

Zahra felt sorry for Ezra who kept holding her. The way the man treated her was so sincere and loving. Zahra was reminded of her late father. Zahra's attitude is exactly the same as the father's. That is so caring and loving.

When the father was alive, they also crouched down in the village. His father must have carried him, when he came home from the rice field. Along the way to the rice field. His father kept telling me a lot of things. Starting from the universe story. Or the story of the prophet.

"You crying?" Ezra apparently heard the wife as much as she wanted.

Zahra quickly melted her tears that had joined the rainwater

"Sir, the rain is heavy. This water is in the nose." He said with a typical new person's voice crying.

"Don't lie?" Lifting Zahra's back sagging butt.

"I'll just go down, sir. The cottage is near." Zahra felt bad for her husband. Small revolt in the man's sling.

"You don't move much. Later we plunge into the rice field. You want some mud?"

Zahra shook her head. " No sir!"

"Eat him shut up."

"Yes sir."

The two stared at the sizable cottage before them. The cottage looks solid. Just a few more steps they'll get to the cabin.

Aauuwww...

Zahra grimaced in pain, as her feet retraced in the courtyard of the hut. Yes they have arrived at the cottage roofed Rumbia leaves and dry bamboo walls.

"Well, you go in first." Ezra seemed to want to leave him.

"Where are you going? i'm coming!" Zahra did not want to go into the cottage. He followed the steps of Ezra who is now in the rice field.

"I'm going there. Take medicine for your wounds." Ezra pointed at the turmeric grove not far from the cottage. "Wait inside, just a minute koq!" evict Zahra by shaking his hand.

Zahra said the woman returned to the cottage. Peering at her husband from the bamboo wall.

Her husband looked deftly taking the turmeric rhizome.

TB

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