I'm Not Taking It Again

Not That Woman

It was still dark, Niar had already come down from his bed. She made breakfast for her husband. He wore a mask to cook the dishes that Dirga liked. The stinging smell of onions makes Niar have to go back and forth the bathroom. Already 10 times Niar to the bathroom because it can not stand the aroma of spices. Mbok Sum felt pity and wanted to help him. But, rejected by Niar. And Mbok Sum chose to clean the house first while waiting for his employer to cook.

Niar leans in the refrigerator by wiping the sweat that pours on his temple. He forgot something. Until the smell of the gosong gushed in his nose.

"Astaghfirullah" said Niar.

Niar just turned off the stove. The shriek of her mother-in-law's voice made Niar a little surprised. Until he accidentally nudged the hot teflon.

"You can't cook, don't cook," said Mamah Septi.

Niar was just silent, he still felt the heat on the back of his hand. He saw a glimpse of his hand flushed and quite wide.

"You know what the hell? Young pregnant so good. Make breakfast almost for this house fire," he exclaimed.

Niar very eager to chimed in his mother-in-law's speech. But he still remembered his name of sin. Niar prefers to be quiet with tightness in the chest.

Hearing the commotion in the kitchen, Mbok Sum immediately went to the kitchen. "The lady's okay?" That was the first question Mbok Sum asked.

"There's nothing, Mbok."

"Mrs better get back to sleep. Later when Tuan wakes up and the Madam is not beside him, it is certain that Tuan will be angry," said Mbok Sum.

"The pregnant person must be diligent in motion, not lazy in the diara."

The words that once again pierced Niar's heart. Lazy, that was himself in the eyes of the in-laws. Niar is not like that. Only Istighfar and continue to berstighfar can Niar do.

Mbok Sum forced Niar to return to his room. Niar sighed harshly as the clock still showed at 05:30. He looked at the back of his blistered hand. Pretty big it was his wound.

Niar immediately went into the bathroom and poured cold water on the back of his hand. Hope the heat subsides. Only when exposed to water does the heat dissipate. When the water was turned off, the heat spread even more on the back of his hand.

Dirga who just woke up. Looking for the figure of Niar who was no longer beside him. However, he heard the sound of water splashing inside the bathroom. Slowly, Dirga went inside the bathroom and hugged Niar's body from behind. There was a ringing sound coming from Niar's mouth.

"Why the?" ask Dirga.

Dirga immediately looked towards the hand that Niar was holding. "Astaghfirullah."

Dirga immediately sought an ointment for burns. He took his wife to sit on the edge of the bed and treated the red wound that was on the back of Niar's hand.

"Hold, yeah." Niar nodded slowly.

"Why can I believe this?" hardik Dirga's.

"I want to make breakfast for you. My stomach is nauseous, it can't be held back. The sample must go back and forth to the bathroom. And I forgot I burned your favorite shrimp again. And even a scorch. In a hurry to turn the stove. Don't accidentally nudge hot teflon." Dirga immediately hugged Niar.

"You don't have to do anything. If I want any food I just tell Mbok Sum." Very sweet treatment Dirga to Niar. I don't feel separated from her husband.

"You still at the office?"

"Yes, sorry, Yang. I promise this is my last day at the office. After everything was settled today, I worked at home again with you as our baby," Dirga's hand had gently rubbed Niar's stomach.

Dirga gently rubbed his wife's hair and again lay down beside Niar. Niar hugged the body of the husband. Dipped his face into the chest of Dirga's field. Dirga's body aroma becomes its own opium for Niar.

After his wife fell asleep, Dirga slowly got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes passed, Dirga came out of the bathroom and saw his wife sleeping comfortably. He kissed Niar's forehead and Niar's stomach was still flat.

"Don't be naughty, son. Don't make Mama suffer. Papih and Mamih love you." A kiss landed on Niar's stomach.

"Darling, I'll go to work first, yeah." Another kiss landed on Niar's forehead.

"Be careful Ay," he said in a raucous voice. Dirga was smiling too. Then kiss Niar's lips very gently. Five minutes later, their lips were clenched. Eventually, they release their pagutan due to depleted oxygen stocks.

"Don't be long, someone will wake up," said Dirga while laughing.

Niar kissed Dirga's left and right cheeks then, his forehead. "I will miss you."

"It's all done I'll go straight home. And we can enjoy the three of us." Niar nodded.

Mamah Septi stared at Dirga from top to bottom. And Dirga's face was radiant this morning.

"Where's your wife? Don't tell me he's sleeping again" said Mamah Septi.

"No need to ask my wife. Let my wife rest and never disturb her. Because I don't want my wife to be stressed every time I hear Mama's words" he said.

"Your wife almost burned down your house, Dirga."

"If this house burns up just buy it again. What's difficult?"

Dirga's answer was able to silence Mamah Septi's mouth. Dirga's affection for Niar is great. Not Dirga is not dear to his Mom, but Dirga also sees the reality. Unbeknownst to them, Dirga's house was installed by hidden CCTV. His behavior towards Niar can also be seen. He knows what is right and what is wrong.

"Bok, it'll be 10 o'clock between the same unsweetened orange juice and fruits to Madam's room, yeah."

"Good sir."

"One more thing, if anyone disturbs the comfort of the Madam tell me. Because I don't want my wife to be stressed in her pregnancy."

"You're spoiling him too much, Dirga. Over time she will be the wife of the dissident" Mamah Septi said.

"Sorry, Mom. I am not defending the Madam. But, Madam was not that type of wife. The madam is a home-grown woman who cannot go out without permission from the Master. And Madam is also the type of wife who just wants to walk alone with her husband even though only to the minimarket."

Almost half a year working at Dirga's house. Mbok Sum knows a little about Niar's habits. Niar is not the woman mentioned by Mamah Nina. Naturally Niar was like this, she was pregnant. And it is natural that the husband treats her very protectively. Because they had been waiting for the presence of the junior Dirga successor in his house.

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Sorry, just got up again. Again pursued deadline novel Bang Duda who is still chasing 60k words. Insha Allah from May will routine UP.

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