I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 35 | Ngidam

“Whatever you want I will grant, especially to our future baby. I love you and will always love you.”

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The sun has disappeared from view and the moon is now playing a role in providing illumination. Breeze with rain stubs also comes coloring tonight. A couple who were sitting casually watching a television show, jokes and laughter mingled into one complement their togetherness.

“Mas,” call his wife who is none other than Zihan. “What?” sahut Gibran's.

His focus was still staring at the flat screen called the television. “Hot chocolate

kaya tasty Mas,” code his wife who wrestled spoiled on the sturdy arm of the

husband.

“You hot chocolate?” tanyanya. Zihan nodded enthusiastically, the cold air tonight is perfect for enjoying a cup of hot chocolate. “Ya wait a minute,” he continued, then walked to the kitchen.

Only about ten minutes Gibran struggled with some kitchen utensils. He was getting used to working in the kitchen. “Nih, be careful still hot,” he said while putting the hot chocolate on the table.

“Thank you,” said Zihan was so carefree and happy. “There again?” he asked, he was so attentive even more so when his wife was pregnant with the fruit of their love.

Zihan shook his head with his sweet smile, then sipped on a hot chocolate plan that still reflected his smoke. The two again dissolved in silence, there was only the sound of the television becoming his backsound. Gibran, who was busy watching but his hands were ceaselessly stroking his wife's distended stomach which had now entered the fifth month.

“Geli tau, Mas,” he said. Zihan disliked it the most when her husband stroked

her stomach. Gibran took a quick glance at his beautiful wife, then distanced her arms and

slowly kissed his wife's stomach. “Health-healthy keep well, don't make mother

hassles and pain.”

Zihan stared fixedly at the two globes of her husband's jet eyes. “Iya Father,” reply with a child voice made-up. Gibran pried his wife's nose, anxious. “So I can't wait to see the baby's grandpa was born,” said Gibran again stroking the stomach

wives.

“Masya Allah,” Gibran cheers uproar when the fetus is in the belly of his wife

respond with a slow motion, more precisely kicking. Little zihan

in pain, this was the first thing she felt. Slightly sick, but very happy.

“Sick?” dismayingly. “Slightly,” says Zihan while curling both corners of his lips. “Don't cry, Honey. Kasian Bunda is in pain.” With the affection of a father, Gibran invites his baby to speak.

Zihan felt his world was now very complete, happy to have reached his household. And it makes her very, very happy. “We break yuk,

it's malem,” take Gibran after turning off the television.

Zihan shook his head unwillingly, he wanted something but was afraid of troublesome her husband. Moreover, the weather out there is raining, not heavy but if you leave the house enough to make the body wet and shiver cold.

“What, Honey?” Gibran again landed his ass next to his wife. “You eat,” he replied by shaking his arms, Gibran quietly.

“Eat what?” ask Gibran patiently. He understands the condition of his wife

it's a two-body. “Sate maranggi,” reply with the spirit of four five. “There again?”

Zihan thought for a moment, fondling what food can arouse the appetite

his meal. What's more her husband's offers like a green light, with the spirit of Zihan said, “Martabak brown, soto, baso, hmmm ... what else is it well?”

“What is it not most,” Gibran said. “One more deh, Mas rujak vinegar well,” he added which instead adds to the list of food menus that Gibran must buy.

“Honey,” call Gibran softly with a slow caress on the top of his wife's head,

“There is a mixture of vinegar at night like this, replace yah.” Zihan poked his mouth out.

“Do not want! Anyway, I should get all the food I mentioned earlier.

Without exception!”

Gibran let out a long breath. Lately Zihan's appetite has grown. But he was grateful at least the wife had not experienced the symptoms of morning sickness as much as several months

look for foods that sometimes make no sense. Than should

seeing Zihan fitting early in pregnancy, it is very difficult to eat even milk and

vitamins are often left alone.

“Ya already if so, you wait a minute let mas find,” he said with

a very soothing smile. Zihan's eyes sparkled hearing the speech

her husband complied with her request. Nod her head to let go of her struggling husband fulfilling all her requests

jabang baby.

Tired of sitting alone in the living room, Zihan finally decided to go up to the second floor where his room was. Sitting with his back resting on the head of the bed, made him comfortable and involuntarily pressed his eyes slowly until closed.

I don't know how long, Zihan fell asleep in the same position. Up to Gibran, her husband came in a bedraggled state with many crispy pockets in his hands.

Gibran put his luggage down, then cleaned his body for a while and changed clothes. After he finished with a slow movement he laid down the body of his wife who was no longer slender on the bed. “Sleeping soundly Dear,” he said after kissing the affectionate forehead of his beloved wife.

“Thank you, because again you managed to do it, Dad. Honey,” he said while stroking slowly distended stomach, Zihan.

For Gibran this is not the first thing, because he has experienced several times

something similar like this. But he's never angry, because he knows the baby

his beloved loved him very much. And the form of his son's affection is seen from the many requests that Zihan always uttered.

Seeing all the food that his wife had asked for made Gibran confused. Want to eat all that food? If usually he is the one who will volunteer and be happy to spend it all. Another case with this time, because the stomach is still thick and full. After a long struggle with his thoughts and thoughts, he finally decided to put all the food into the refrigerator, hoping that tomorrow morning the food was not stale, maybe it could be warmed back?

After saving everything, he immediately climbed the connecting steps between the ground floor and the top floor of his house. Open the door slowly, so as not to

causing a squeak that could have disrupted his wife's deep sleep. However,

in fact, now Zihan is sitting on the edge of the bed while rubbing his eyes slowly. Zihan, wake up from his sleep.

“Mas is home, where is the food?” he looked at the body of the husband in the doorway. Gibran did not immediately reply, he instead moved quickly towards his wife and grabbed his wife's thick body. “Why wake up, hmm?”

“Laper, Mas.” replied with a typical grin. Gibran chuckled softly at his wife's innocent answer. “Wait a moment let mas prepare first,” he said directly

running down to the kitchen.

Gibran comes with a tray full of food, “Order comes,”

cheers with a cheerful voice. Zihan's face sparkled happily, his eyes twitching cutely. Then the sweet smile that always makes her beautiful face more beautiful is framed so beautifully.

“Kok tastes weird well, Mas ayep-ayep how it is,” said Zihan after a mouthful of baso tasting his taste senses. Gibran looked puzzled, he could only display his sinless smile, and also a scratch on his nape. “So I entered the refrigerator.”

Zihan's eyes are in disbelief, the fridge? Does it sound like you're disturbed? Or this is the effect of his life that has not returned due to just waking up.

“So right back home, Mas see you sleep really well, because you do not have the heart to wake you up, so the food Mas enter the refrigerator,” he explained with guilt lodged in his heart.

Zihan snorted annoyed at the explanation of her husband, “Why, did not I wake up anyway? Kan dear food so rich rubazir gini,” amuk Zihan with a sour face restraining anger and annoyance.

“Mas thinks you won't wake up again, so take the initiative to get in the refrigerator first,

continue tomorrow so that it can be in angetin again food.”

“So, Mas doain I died then?” spray Zihan when he hears her husband's sentence that doesn't directly expect him to sleep forever.

“Not what it means, Darling.” Gibran was confused to say what else. More afraid that he would speak wrongly like that.

“I don't want to know anyway all these foods you should abisin right now!” breakup

Zihan is undeniable. “Honey, sorry” said Gibran.

“No rejection!” final break. Gibran let out a sigh of resignation, inevitably he had to finish all his food.