I'm Not the Dream Son-in-law

Part. 7

After dinner Farhan went straight to the room full of sleepiness came.

"Yang, Mas in the room first yes, Mas, sleepy," he said with a lackluster.

Ih. Have a husband very lackluster, how if the work of maculs in the rice fields can be tempestuous can not walk.

I just nodded and continued to wash the dishes.

The dishwasher is done now is the time I caught up with my husband in the room would want to sleep dong, tired all day long eel whole body aches need rest.

"Rin. Don't watch it yet" asked Siti.

"Rina sleeps Mom, just sleep. Rina went to bed first, ma'am, sir," she said.

"Yes." Yeah." He spoke in unison with a smile.

Ceklek door room opened by Rina, stared at the face of her husband who was asleep.

"The new feeling went to sleep. He said he wanted to try, uh even a handsome boob." His frown with his hand caressed Farhan's cheek.

"Udah deh, if I sleep I also want to follow you Mas into a dream," he said then lay down his body beside Farhan.

The sound of snoring made Farhan wake up.

"Who the hell, who's snoring? Where the sound resembles a washing machine again," Farhan searched for the source of the sound.

How is his voice so close? Huh huh? His eyes widened to see Rina sleeping in a mangap position.

"This kid can sleep like a gini. The feeling that at home he sleeps kalem not random cadut, what because it is in its own cage so free to do anything." Heran is not out of thought Rina can change at any time already like a chameleon.

The glimpsed wall clock perched on the wall still shows at half-two p.m.

"Wake up, we pray tahajjud, may our prayers be granted." His whisper was right in his ear.

"What time is it?" Asked Rina with closed eyes.

"Half two."

"It's still a long time, another hour usually three."

"That's. It's hard to wake up."

"First, I'm going to follow." He said by pulling the blanket again.

Farhan just smiled and he also entered into a thick blanket can warm the body of the two especially the weather in the cold air village.

"What's for Mom, what's cooking" asked Rina.

"For your favorite shrimp bakwan," said Bu Siti.

"Mom."

Ms. Siti looked at her son in wonder.

"What Rin."

Lina took a deep breath before asking.

"When you were married to your father, when you were pregnant entered what month." Ask with a wry smile. Because he already wants six months not Tek dung Tek dung.

Ms. Siti stroked the hair wrapped in hijab, she knew what her son Rina felt.

"Mom, answer!" Urged Rina who never got an answer from her mother.

"Mom's pregnant in the second month." Answer Ms. Siti.

"I've been six months pregnant, pregnant Mom, am I barren." The answer is painful but it is a fact.

"Sttts. Keep talking to you, Rina! I don't like you talking like that." Angry Ms. Siti.

"Anyways, don't despair of continuing to get excited! Cooking to burn before the war? Shy dong."

"You know uwa you're Shariah?" Ask Bu Siti and be nodded by her.

"Wa Shariah had a child when she stepped on the head of three, even though uwa you married was nineteen years old. So, you have to be patient with a lot of prayer, feed the orphans and you have to do three important things not to despair."

Lina looked at him full of question marks.

"What three things are, Mom."

"Emperor, try and pray."

Rina just showed a grin that she misfortune can not do her night prayer.

"Surely tired yes, last night vigorously trying to grow crops again," he sneered when Bu Siti always reminded her not to leave the evening prayer.

"Ih. Mother. I did not do anything last night. Don't souzon sin the fall of slander."

"There make coffee for your husband, bring the employees." Tell Ms. Siti.

"Mother's want coffee, too" asked Rina.

"Father has coffee, now your father has gone to the rice field."

"Huh. Once in the morning has gone to the rice field, the ripatics will be crumpled again."

"Is this the day the Princess is sleeping? Look at the clock, already showing the number half nine," Ms. Siti pointed to the clock perched sweetly in the living room.

"Astaghfiullah!" I rubbed my face rough, can be bad luck, so embarrassed, thought ahem-ehem to forget the time hadeehh? Rina patted her eel.

"Udah don't feel guilty, you're wrong," ledeknya by melengos go somewhere.

"Where are you, ma'am" he called.

"You take the cassava leaves and the vegetable mother," replied the mother half yelling.

"Where are you, lonely?" Farhan asked who surprised Rina who was stirring coffee.

"MAS. Just ngagetin!" He stroked his chest in surprise.

"Sorry."

"The father has gone to the rice field if the mother wants to take cassava leaves," he replied.

"We woke up bad luck to Rin."

"You know, it's again. Here's the coffee you like shrimp bakwan no."

"Everybody would love." With a big smile Farhan poked Rina's nose.

"Darling, early in the morning, the answer was quite obvious, why," asked Farhan in surprise.

His gaze was straight in front of his two dewy crystal balls, there was an indiscernible sense of tightness. Oh. It hurts.

Farhan one step forward, hugged him tightly by his body and in his kiss the tip of his head.

"Why glum? What did Mas say hurt you?"

Rina nodded quickly.

"Mas, isn't it wrong but-?"

The clear crystal melt is increasingly sliding freely making Farhan more confused.

"Oh, I'm nothing but silent instead, only her tears represent her sadness, the feeling of not saying wrong." Farhan scratched his neck confused to do what.

"Mas, if I were barren, would you still love me? Or.you chose to marry again." He said with a trembling voice.

"Astaghfirullah's. Rina, what are you talking about! You are not barren, we are married only six months not yet annual, look at other people who have been yearly also still loyal to their partners, do not be short of reason. Mas, accept you as you are no matter what your condition is. Our children can be adopted." He said there was a sense of annoyance at what Lina said about the child.

Farhan framed his face with a smile, a smile that sincerely loved him.

"You are the only woman who reigns in the heart of Mas, your highest position. So Mas, ask not to talk like that again yes," he said by peeping his forehead.

"I will try to be sincere if you want to marry again but on one condition. That was my divorce, because I wasn't ready for polygamy."

There was a sense of tightness and pain when Rina said words that hurt her own feelings, she did not want to be selfish wherever Farhan expected a child lips can talk but her heart said no. One day it could happen because of boredom with him.

"Mas, I can't get pregnant, because in my family there are barren. One of them is me." He said by holding back tears, he did not want to be a weak woman whatever the reality was he had to remain firm to accept sincerely if true.

"Mas, please don't talk like that, my heart aches to hear it." Farhan embraces the helpless body of Rina who wants to become a mother is gone already.

Can not be denied again it is true Farhan wants a child in his small family, if the above does not believe how anymore. Just one word. Patience.

Rina was crying in Farhan's arms.

From behind the door Bu Siti saw and heard all what was said by her son Rina her heart was just as sick and painful, compassion for her child who never got pregnant too. Her tears melted, so that she smothered her own mouth so that Rina and Farhan would not listen to her cry.

Very often Bu Siti become a material for the neighbors. Why is Rina not pregnant, pregnant while the newly married one month already pregnant.

Ms. Siti is more hurt always in Katai by those who sneer at her family. But he better be quiet, for what to be angry let alone use muscles, tired right.