It's That You? (You're the One I'm waiting for)

It's That You? (You're the One I'm waiting for)
The Part 73



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It was still day, but soon the ashar adhan would reverberate, but Hafa looked reluctant to open his eyes. So did Ara who seemed reluctant to get up from her comfortable position. Her husband's embrace is the most comfortable place, there is a sense of warmth and feeling protected while in the arms of the husband.


“Mas..” call Ara once again.


“hmmm...” once again Hafa just replied with a mutter as his wife called him.


“Mas..” call Ara again while wiping the chest of the husband with a random pattern movement.


“hmmm”


“Mas..”.


“Why baby?” hafa asked finally after Ara called back to him.


“Ara hungry”


Instantly Hafa opened his eyes and looked at the black bead of the wife who was now staring at him.


“You want to eat deck?”


Ara nodded with a clear face, her stomach was hungry again, asking to be filled immediately, but she was so lazy to get out of bed.


“Build if so, let's go to the kitchen, see mbak Tuti cook what”


Hafa softly said then trying to wake up from his sleep, but Ara still hugged him tightly.


“Dek.. wake up baby, he said laper”


“Ara males wakes” whining Ara so spoiled, making Hafa sigh long.


Ara who is usually diligent, since pregnancy looks a little lazy, and also more sleep, not to mention the mood that sometimes like a roller coster makes Hafa have to be extra patient to deal with it.


“If you don't wake up how to eat? Hmm?” persuade Hafa gently to hope that his wife would soon rise from her embracing position.


Ara was still whining to wake up, but Hafa again persuaded her, and after several persuasions finally Ara wanted to rise from her sleep.


Both of them immediately washed their faces, then moved to the kitchen where the food stock was located.


“Mbak Tuti again what?” asked Hafa who saw the housekeeper looked busy in the kitchen with a few empty glasses in front of him.


“Oh... make it drink people mas dealers, said mom, mas Hafa buy a car? that's his car already in anterin”


“Oh, have you arrived?”


“Iya mas, just”


“mas...” Whining Ara cut off the chatter of her husband and her housekeeper, she wanted to eat right away.


“Iya darling…. What did Mbak Tuti cook?”


“Sayur lodeh same fried chicken mas”


“You deck?” hafa asked the wife who was still struggling in her arms.


Ara just nodded, a sign that she wanted to eat with the menu that was just mentioned by Tuti.


“You sit down first, mas fetch”


Without refuting, Ara immediately took off her arms and sat down on a chair not far from there.


“You want me to prepare mas?” tawang mbak Tuti who felt bad.


“No need to mbak, let me just, mbak serve the drink just”


“Good mas”


Hafa immediately prepared food for his wife, then served it in front of the wife who looked so hungry.


“Thank you mas” said Ara was so excited to see the food in front of him.


“Mas out soon after them yes deck, want to make sure the letters are correct or not”


Ara simply nodded while feeding food into her mouth.


‘Alhamdulillah.. do not whine for company or bribed’ grun Hafa relieved then immediately go to the living room to meet the dealer employee who delivered the car he bought this morning.


He quickly stepped up before his wife changed her mind and called out to him.


Hafa was still grateful that his wife was being spoiled but still knew the situation and conditions. It does not bother him if he is still working and also does not bother him if he is in serious talks with others.


Shortly thereafter, Tuti returned to the kitchen after serving drinks to his mistress' guests.


“Mbak Ara want bakwan?” tawang mbak Tuti who saw his master was so greedy eating his homemade vegetables. “I just made mbak, still warm”


“Gak presented in front of mbak?”


“Already mbak, earlier also made a snack mom, but there is still the rest of”


“Well to mbak, everywhere?” said Ara was so excited like getting a big gift, even though only the bakwan are still warm.


Without many words, Mbak Tuti also served a plate bakwan in front of Ara who was still chewing his food.


“I am happy to see Mbak Ara doyan eat gini”


“Hehe... Innate laper keeps mbak, so fat gini now”


Mbak Tuti was smiling at the babble of his employer who did look more contained especially his stomach was already seen a little distended.


“malah good anyway mbak, I used to be pregnant the first child even can not say anything mbak, teler keep”


“Oh yes? not eating mbak?” ask Ara who is interested in the story of her domestic assistant.


“iya mbak, eat anything do not want, vomiting continues,. until must be hospitalized so weak lemesnya mbak”


Ara widened her eyes to hear the story of Mbak Tuti sitting in front of her, “which really mbak?”


“Iya mbak, my husband to be confused first”


“But healthy baby right mbak?’


“Alhamdulillah mbak, spent my week opname already gapapa, already can eat also”


“Alhamdulillah..” Ara also felt relieved, as well as grateful in her pregnancy now did not experience things like her domestic assistant, would be very torturous if eating anything would not and always vomited back, always in vomit again, it must have hurt.


Both are also soluble in obesity around pregnancy. They exchanged stories about the condition of their pregnancy, how it used to be when Tuti was pregnant and what Ara felt during this pregnancy.


Occasional laughter because their jokes are heard to the living room which is not as close as the door. Making Mama Hesti and Hafa who heard the laughter both smiled happily.


After the business with the car documents is in order, and Hafa has checked the car unit he bought is appropriate and in good condition and complete, the Dealer employees immediately say goodbye to return to their workplace.


“Rindi sure really cool see his new car later?” mumbling mama Hesti who observed the red car that is now parked in front of the house.


“May ma, Hafa so not good, why not just buy a car for Rindi” said Hafa who now stands next to the mama. “until he had to rebel first.. Huff...”


“gak papa, if you used to buy a car, you will not ketmu Ara mas, and not necessarily Ara be your wife” timpal mama Hesti who does not fade his smile.


“Ah.. mama... ya not that, Ara is the soul mate of Hafa, how would ya surely meet lah” elak Hafa who do not accept the words of the mother.


“Ya can not necessarily be his wife now” seductive mama again, “try if you used to buy Rindi a car, surely Rindi went to work alone, and you do not need to shuttle Ara, and you do not need to pick up, you won't see Ara ... mas..”.


Tbc