Kun Fayakun's

Martabak

It's simple so you can be special with it:')

Two days had passed since the incident that morning. Zeva's condition is also getting back to normal. As planned last night Umi took Zeva. What happened was completely out of thought.

Initially Umi intended to invite his ex to dr. kombat. Because of the symptoms he saw such as his son-in-law experiencing early pregnancy symptoms. But somehow after reaching the hospital Umi's mind changed.

Maybe Umi does not want to rush, he is afraid if later the results are not as expected it will hurt Zeva's feelings.

Today, Zeva was walking down the hospital hallway. This afternoon she was planning to meet her husband. I don't know what she was feeling all of a sudden she missed her husband so much.

"Assalammualaikum mas" while pushing the door of Kahfi's room.

When the door opened it was lucky that Kahfi was inside. He was focusing on the file he had on his hand.

"Waalaikumussalam, Ze" Kahfi turned his gaze from the file he was holding onto to the source of the voice.

His wife? maybe he was surprised. While rising from his seat he glanced at the clock in his hand. At three o'clock in the afternoon. How did tumben Zeva come here? normally it's lunchtime here but it's past. Millions of questions swirled in Kahfi's mind

"Out of the cafe?" kahfi asked as he approached his wife.

"nothing" Zeva struggled spoiled in Kahfi's hands as if implying a longing for her husband.

"Mas, you're still a long time home?" Zeva raised her head so she could look at her husband.

"If there are no schedule changes, five o'clock this afternoon mas go home. Why hem?" Kahfi stroked the top of his wife's head, turning to face her.

"Mas Ze wants to eat sweet martabak, buy it in yes" he asked with pleading eyes. From yesterday she asked to eat martabak but her husband did not make it happen.

"Astaufirullah, dear I forgot. I guess what you asked yesterday was bought in martabak night and night and day rhino asked again, I guess you don't want to" Kahfi complained.

He completely forgot. His wife did not ask him to come back. Why is it that only such a thing can he forget?

"Jude, let's buy it now. Nanati mas keburu forgot" he asked while holding his wife's hand.

Zeva followed her husband's steps. Patiently both of them walked to the front of the hospital "Mas want to buy where?" ask Zeva.

"Ahead there is a cart martabak seller. At this hour he is gone. You want a wagon, right?" Sambi looked at his wife, Kahfi said.

Zeva just nodded her head' right to her husband's question. By walking the two crossed the highway that looks crowded, maybe because it was late afternoon so many people passed by.

"What do you want Ze to taste?" Ask Kahfi after arriving at the destination.

Martabak cart seller. Quite a lot of queues make the martabak handyman in a hurry to serve his customers.

"What a feeling" said Zeva. He began to lightly fan his face.

Lucky afternoon so the weather is not as hot as at noon. The afternoon wind was also quite blowing on the leaves.

"The martabaknya bag is five panes yes" Kahfi pinta told martabak sellers.

"Ok mas's. Ordinary or special?"

"The special one"

After hearing Kahfi's order, the martabak man immediately made five special martabak portions. Zeva and Kahfi waited by sitting on a chair provided by a martabak seller. The longer you sit there, the more crowded visitors are also.

Said the people in the hospital, this is a cart martabak with good taste that can make buyers addicted. Before Kahfi never came here she only heard the recommendations of the hospital's staff.

After a long wait, their order was completed. One plastic bag with several boxes in it has been completed "This is the order mas" said the martabak seller approached Kahfi.

"Oh yes, how many?" kahfi got up from her seat while grabbing the plastic bag that was handed over to her.

"125thousand mas" replied the martabak with a smile "Wife huh mas?" he continued when he saw Zeva who was still a henchman sitting in a chair.

"Yes" Kahfi gave a hundred thousand and fifty thousand.

"Wait a minute, I'll take the change"

"Are you?"

"It's okay, just want me to subscribe here"

"Thank you, sir"

With a smile Kahfi invites Zeva to pass from there. They went back to the hospital. Arriving in the room Kahfi both sat with martabak on the table.

"Let's eat Ze. Soon we go home" Kahfi took out a portion of martabak and put it on the table.

Zeva quickly grabbed a piece of martabak. If seen from the outside alone is tempting especially later when entering the mouth.

"This martab is really good" while chewing martabak in his mouth.

Surely the sweet taste combined with the tender taste of martabak. With a smelly brown jam broken in the mouth "Pelan-pelan hence" Kahfi reprimanded when his wife was busy devouring martabak.

"Wouldn't you?"

"Mas is still full. You just eat it" with her sweet smile. Even very sweet in the view of Kahfi stroked the soft top of his wife's head.

Quite satisfied with eating a serving of martabak in an instant. Kahfi only knew that his wife was very fond of street food called martabak. She thought Zeva only liked satay padang.

It was fortunate that Kahfi had a wife like Zeva. Which his wife prefers roadside snacks over restaurants. Prefer shopping in supermarkets and markets rather than large malls. Although coming from a family all-round but Zeva does not want much.

"Alhamdulillah Ze is full" he said after taking water out of the glass that Kahfi brought.

Kahfi felt anxious to see his little wife. Just look at her tiny lips, smelly brown straws. And his hands too. Just like a kid.

"Honey clean it was his hand" said Kahfi.

Zeva got up and started washing her hands in the sink of Kahfi's room. After that he grabbed a tissue to wipe the remnants of water that was still wet.

"Mas" Zeva sat down next to her husband.

"Hemm" deheman Kahfi made Zeva hug him "Why dear?" while stroking the top of his wife's head.

"This month Ze is very late. It's been almost a month since Ze didn't menstruate too"

"Then the problem is why hemm" in a soft tone Kahfi asked with his faithful hand rubbing his wife's head.

"Well, Dad, Ze is just a story. Ze can't tell the same story as Hem" while raising his head so that he can look at her husband.

"Loh well so it's just a question of love" Kahfi landed a kiss on his wife's forehead.

A little confused about what is going on with his wife? just asked, then what is the answer?

"Hhh wait wait, how many times have you been late baby?" ask Kahfi again.

"Considering Ze's only this month? emm last month Ze menstruation on the 5th and should be this month Ze also menstruation that date. But it's the 22nd when Ze doesn't come on the moon. Emm may be late again yam mas" Do not want to think about it again Zeva chose to re-hug her husband.

"Eemm yaudah need not be discussed again. It's good that I don't need to fast" a pious smile appeared on Kahfi's face.

Tau the meaning of the fast that her husband said "Began deh" complained Zeva while patting her husband's sturdy arm lightly.

"Well, it's not like home. But if you want to be here also not papa"

"What the hell is mas. What time is it? not going home?" Zeva got up and straightened her body.

It could be dangerous if it linger long to serve the words of her husband. There is one who will be the victim.

"Well let's go home" Kahfi rolled a pelastic containing four servings of martabak.

He'll take her home. He knew that at home Abi and Aldo really liked martabak so he bought a lot, not least for himself as well.

Both left the hospital. The highway starts at the road users. Disability in the afternoon has also become common. Pollution from trucks is also starting to rise. The noise from the crowd of vehicles is also familiar to them.