I Turned Him in a Third Night

34 | Patience

“Patience is a must, including facing a wife who requests a lot.”

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“Eat a lot do not forget vitamins as milk is drunk,” said Gibran reminded his wife.

“Iya,” in short. every day he is checked by various vitamins and milk of pregnant women that make him nauseous instead of playing.

“Inget! Drink is not even thrown away,” said Gibran who has found several times Zihan was throwing his vitamins into the closet.

“Iya,” his mouth is getting lazy who every day receives advice from the husband that he never participated in. A vitamin? It'll end tragically in the closet. Milk? It will end sweetly in the sink.

“Later noon, Mas invite you to check the content,” Gibran sweat on Zihan who often forget the schedule of checking the content.

“Iya,” reply.

“Ya already if so, Mas left for work first.” Gibran said with a light sigh.

“Iya,” answer.

Gibran snorted bitterly with the short answer his wife gave him. Ever since

the pregnancy of Zihan was twelve weeks old, he seemed to be a different figure in his eyes. He misses the figure of his wife who is chatty and tousled that every day will be treated to her distinctive shrill voice. He really misses his wife. But she understands that changes in Zihan's attitude and character are influenced by her pregnancy hormones which sometimes like to go up and down.

“Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh,” greetings Gibran before leaving.

“Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi

wabarokatuh,” sahutnya then took the back of the husband's hand to be saluted

and Gibran kissed his wife's forehead.

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Zihan and Gibran are in the car to the hospital

doing an examination like this one this morning was said to be a gibran. The gibran

looking straight at the road and Zihan who was focused on staring at the side window of the car.

Mutually with each other's thoughts that drift somewhere.

Gibran got out of the car first and opened the door for Zihan. No small talk accompanied his second step. “How, Doc?” ask Gibran after the examination process is done.

The doctor let out a long sigh before answering Gibran's question. “The fetus

being in the womb of Mother Zihan is deficient in vitamin and food intake. Therefore it causes the growth and development of the fetus a little disturbed,” he explained.

Memory one month ago again looms over Gibran when he sees his wife's condition lying weak in the hospital room. Yes, this first Zihan pregnancy is very weak and needs extra care.

“I suggest Ms. Zihan can better maintain the intake of food, vitamins, and milk of pregnant women so that the fetus in the womb of the mother is fine,” she continued. Without

bored Ilda—doctor who handles Zihan always reminds similar things on

when doing the examination.

Zihan just nodded weakly, there was a little regret because all this time he did not eat regularly and always threw away vitamins and milk pregnant women who

Gibran bought it for him. However, what can make him always feel nauseous if he has to

dealing with both of those things. “Iya, Doc. Thank you then we

excuse me,” said Gibran.

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Arriving at Gibran's house does not intend to return to the office when his work is currently piling up. He was so worried about the health of his wife and future baby. “Now, Mas do not want to know you have to eat and this vitamin is just as milk is also in drinking,” he stressed while putting a tray of food, milk and vitamins on their bedside nightstand.

“Iya,” sahut Zihan lazily. A sudden feeling of nausea just ambushed him. He immediately ran towards the bathroom to spit out the contents in his stomach which was only clear liquid.

“Mas bribe well,” persuade him after Zihan back from bathroom. Zihan shook his head loudly.

“Now!” Gibran turned the eyeballs hearing the rejection that his wife

give. It's always like that. “Slightly aja.”

“No, Mas!” Gibran stroked his chest patiently. The test at this time is

patience to face his wife's attitude. “Keep you what?”

Zihan shook his head and laid his body on the bed. “You do not continue to be rich gini dong, Han not only you are disturbed by his health but also the fetus in your womb,” persuaded him so frustrated. “But I'm nauseous, Mas.”

“Iya, Mas also know, but paksainan well,” he said softly. Zihan got up from position

he slept and sat on the headboard of the bed. “Iya I tried.” Gibran smiled happily, then picked up the tray he had placed on the nightstand.

Gibran started giving bribes to his wife. And Zihan took it by force and the nausea continued to whack. “Udah,” he said when only three small feeds managed to get into his stomach. “Now take the vitamins well,” Gibran again offers some vitamins and a glass of water for Zihan to drink. Zihan took the vitamin and took it. It's for the sake of his baby.

can't!. He immediately closed his mouth with both hands. “Yes no papa, now you rest,” said Gibran did not want to continue forcing

his wife.

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“Mas, wake up!” he said he shook Gibran's body that was sleeping. Just the harsh bellow that Gibran gave, making Zihan more intense to shake her husband's body to wake up. Gibran started to open his eyes and rubbed it rough, “What?”

“Laper,” said with a clear face. Gibran grunting. “So this morning was offered and it does not want it now even ask for the weird!”

“Ok, so I don't want nih yaudah!” Zihan snorted bitterly at the words of her husband. “So it is my turn to ask you who do not want to!”

“Yaudah yes sorry, what do you want dear?” gibran softly asked a glance towards the wall clock installed in his room.

'Then eat what try.' Gibran

heaving a heavy sigh upon seeing the clock hand showing twelve o'clock at night.

“What is important Mas who cook,” he replied with a row of white teeth

cleanup.

Gibran immediately shook his head unwillingly. “I can't cook!” Zihan again snorted

it's because Gibran won't make him any food. “If you eat food I can-can you poisoning Dear,” said Gibran softly. Where can a Gibran Ahmad Luqman Prasetya dwell in the kitchen. Hadegh could

crushed melting kitchen utensils.

“But I want to eat your cooking Mas,” he said insistent on not paying attention to Gibran's words.

Gibran thought hard how to persuade his sulking wife. “Mau yah Mas,” he said again persuaded Gibran with a face that paled for anything to make Gibran just melt. “Yes already if you are poisoned do not blame Mas,” concluded directly go to the kitchen.

Zihan smiled triumphantly as he married the back of his lost husband swallowed

chamber door. Only about twenty minutes Gibran was struggling in the kitchen and now he

I returned to my room with a tray filled with hand-made food

miraculously. However, Zihan refuses when Gibran gives him his food. “Why?”

“Mas mah not creative SD children can also just cook instant noodles doang,” reject it. “This is not an instant noodle..,” by Gibran. “Keep what?” cut him to interrupt Gibran's words that have not finished his words.

“Mie ribet,” replied Gibran snorting annoyedly, just imagine he's been trying extra

with all the effort and energy but easily rejected. “Public lies he said instant noodles but really need to be cooked first. That's why it's called ribet noodles instead of instant noodles!” continued.

Gibran used to feel overwhelmed when cooking instant noodles and now he is back to dealing with those annoying noodles. Her brain again remembers the events of their early marriage and Zihan who still holds the status as a career woman. “Just don't want to know to change right now!” his keuke. “Jude

if so Delivery is just.” Gibran again persuaded his beautiful wife. “No!”

What delivery is this hour? his inner.

“Yaudah if you do not want to let Mas aja who eat noodles ribetnya,” said Gibran

then eat his homemade noodles. Which is getting bigger and bigger like a worm,

because it is too long cooked and left. “Say for me to be eaten

hell.” Zihan immediately took over the noodle bowl in Gibran's hand.

“He doesn't want to. But kok eaten well well,” goda Gibran giggled to see Zihan eating his noodles voraciously. Fucking bumil! Zihan didn't speak

her husband, she was overwhelmed with instant noodles made by her husband. 

Mood eat it stirred when he saw the husband eat so greedily.

“ Pregnant mom is weird!” Gibran Mumbled. Hearing that, Zihan looked directly at the devil

towards Gibran who had dared to call himself strange. “Kanda Darling,”

gibran said with a grin without his sin.

Zihan immediately gave the remaining bowl of noodles half again towards the direction

Gibran and went straight to sleep on Gibran's back. “Do not get angry dong, eat again

well,” persuaded Gibran to try to turn over Zihan's body after he laid down

his noodle bowl is above the nightstand.

“Miss!” Zihan brushed off the two arms of Gibran holding his shoulder.

'It turns out dealing with pregnant women is not as easy as imagined.' Gibran membatin.