Last Love Letter to Mahira
Sweat smell
Mahira content has entered the age of 3 months. Even though she was pregnant, she was still active as usual.
Not like young pregnant people in general. By the end of her pregnancy in the first trimester, she no longer complained of dizziness in the morning.
He is also awaiting his description hearing as a sign of the end of his S1 education.
During this first trimester of pregnancy she had no complaints at all. Just dizzy in the morning. Mahira also did not feel nausea vomiting, and any kind of food he could eat.
Her grandpa was smart, she said when she asked about her early pregnancy.
"Dinda.besok mas there is a seminar outside the city, please prepare his clothes dear.maybe two to four days mas there.
Mahira who was taking rice for breakfast her husband, stopped his activities for a moment, her bead eyes that I met her husband's bead.
"Again?." Mahira's eyebrows raised convincingly, she seemed to dislike the words of her husband just now. Also, the look on Fatih's face was more like asking for permission than telling. He understood that his wife did not like to be left for long.
"Yes dinda.mas said... From now on.mas will be busier and will be out of town more often to do seminars dear.." His answer was gentle and careful so as not to disturb the peace of his wife's heart.
After pregnancy, she becomes very sensitive. Sometimes crying for no reason, sometimes suddenly screeching because of trivial things, sometimes cheerful as usual, and sometimes also very understanding.
Fatih himself sometimes confused what to do. But he always tried to understand and obey what his wife's will.
"Yes.trus dinda herself again at home..." She looked at it with a bent face.
"Let's let mama accompany you. Or if you want, take you to mama's house. How's it?."
Fatih tried to persuade his wife not to grieve.
At that time, exactly two weeks ago, he was in Surabaya to give a general seminar at several universities in Surabaya. He who had just entered the hotel to rest his body, suddenly got a phone call from his wife.
Fatih was shocked when she heard his wife's raucous voice and still occasionally sobbed.
"Why sweetheart..? you cry? what was? why crying?." With anxious feelings Fatih waited for an answer from his wife.
"Masss hurry home, I miss you mass hyks.."
His wife was sobbing until about two minutes Fatih could speak.
"Darling.mas can only come home tomorrow night. It's impossible to take the event for granted. Just pray the show smoothly, and mas can go home on schedule." Once again he persuaded and convinced his wife not to be sad again.
"....."
Mahira was still silent, she could not possibly force her husband to come home quickly. But he also could not resist the turmoil that plagued his heart at this moment.
"Okay mas..I will pray for you, hopefully everything is smooth, and you can quickly go back. mas...".
Her reply then tried to understand the state of her husband.
"Aamiin darling.trthank you..."
"hmmm.iya mas."
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Fatih's departure time to Jogja has finally arrived.
Since the morning Mahira has been busy preparing her husband's equipment, considering all that must be brought, because no one left behind.
Fatih had just finished cleaning up. He began to wear his work clothes, starting from his white shirt, to the material pants that match the color of his suit.
"Darling.please put the tie gay.." Pinta Fatih to his wife who corrects her husband's goods.
"Here's mas.. " His smile cut down perfectly making both his eyes narrow.
"The clothes that were worn have not been mas mamasukin to
washing machine, right?." Mahira's hand managed to make a conclusion on her husband's tie.
"Not yet dinda.masih in the bathroom." replied fatih while wearing his suit dark blue.
Mahira's smile expands with her contrived eyes as if teasing.
"Why dear.mas is neat! cooking needs to be broken down again?." Fatih shone, revealing her neat teeth.
"Bad mas!, that's not what I mean mas.dinda want to hug a mas clothes that already smell cringet mas, so that you can sleep later!."
Fatih rounded her eyes in disbelief.
What strange habit is this?
his mind does not understand. Feeling that there is a strange gurgle from her husband, Mahira throws her mouth sulking.
"Mas must have thought that dinda was slovenly!. Dinda can't sleep if it doesn't smell like Fatih!."
Fatih stuttered a little at his slightly sulking wife. Afraid that he would not leave because of trivial problems.
Hopefully it doesn't continue! it could be bad to go!
His mind is very worried.
"Yes, it's already mas. Let's have breakfast first in ready."
They came out of their comfortable room, Not forgetting Fatih brought a suitcase containing his clothes that had been prepared by his wife since last night.
"Mas go first yeah.."
Fatih reached out her hand and was greeted by Mahira's hand, as she kissed him.
Fatih smiled at the wife's sad gaze, making her want to undo her current departure. But again, this was already his responsibility in the job.
Fatih's hand gently stroked his wife's head. A sweet smile from his wife.
"Yes. Let's go! don't worry dinda, mama's coming in the afternoon!." Her words were gentle, trying to fade the turmoil of her husband and herself.
"Yes dear.be careful at home yes.don't overdo your college work."
"Hmmm" Mahira nodded. "mash it up and miss the plane!."
With a little push Fatih's body to quickly move away.
Fatih got in the steering wheel and started driving his vehicle.
Mahira was still staring at her husband's departure until the car her husband was driving in disappeared from her eyes.
Now he feels alone, lonely. Only her husband's clothes that had the smell of her sweat made her feel comfortable. She felt close to her husband while sleeping while she smelled the body odor of her husband mixed with perfume on the used clothes worn by her husband.
After marriage she could no longer be far from her husband, wanting him to stick like a stamp. Especially in her condition who is pregnant young as it is today. He is more possessive than ever.
She wants to be close to her husband, even she often calls her husband just to be able to hear the voice of her husband.
Fortunately Fatih understood the condition of his wife, Mahira. Because there is a husband who is uncomfortable if his wife shows herself like that.
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Trings...Trings....Trings..
📞" Assalamu'alaikum mas.." Mahira answered there.
📞"Wa'alaikum hail warrah matullah. Dinda, I've arrived at the hotel where I'm staying, baby...."
Fatih contacted his wife as soon as he reached the room where he was staying. He did not want his wife to contact him first.
📞"Alhamdulillah mas.be careful there mas.do not often smile at the girls there. Dinda was afraid they were enchanted by it."
Oh God, this is what it's like to have a wife!! always under surveillance and suspicion?! haha I like I like..
Fatih's mind so unconsciously he showed his own smile.
📞"Yes sayangg..gak might be a spread of charm with other women. because the most beautiful woman is you dear.and my heart is completely yours, it has been locked even"
his rebuttal to his wife who may have been smiling herself across the street.
📞"Ah you mas.suka digombal! uhhhaha..."
Mahira knew that her request was ridiculous, she was embarrassed and her cheeks were flushed at this moment. If her husband was nearby, it would be even funnier.
📞"His laughs dear..mas preparation first yes.."
He began to unpack his backpack with his left hand, because his right hand is holding the cellphone at this time.
📞"Yes mas...Dinda shut it down.."
The connection was also cut.
Another hour Fatih will fill public lectures at one of the leading Universities in Jogja. He was accompanied by his personal assistant who almost a month accompanied and helped him in his current work.
Seriate.....
Assalamu'alaikum...
Hello all my friends....
Sorry if Mahira and Fatih have rarely been up lately.
Besides being busy in nature..Authors are also again looking for luck on other platforms. So g can be up every day here.
Greetings from your author..
Pray that you can smoothly find the ideas.
