Love as Beautiful Dusk In Pesantren Season 2

Martabak In The Midnight

"Bi," Arum began to whine, every night before going to bed Arum always looking for Hasan her husband. He would not be able to sleep before Hasan gently rubbed his stomach while kissing the tip of his head.

The more day Arum is spoiled, very much different from the attitude and nature of Arum before pregnancy, but Hasan never complained or refused anything asked by Arum, Arum, for him now Arum is the thing that must be prioritized, because at this time he is struggling to contain the fruit of their love.

Gentle rubbing of Hasan's hand made Arum's drowsiness more felt, Arum could not describe how comfortable getting a swab of the stomach from Hasan's hand made it sound in a dream world that always looks beautiful.

The night is getting late and the clock continues to run without being stopped, until now the clock shows the nail twelve more ten minutes. Arum who was busy wandering in a dream suddenly woke up.

"Abi," the distinctive raspy sound of waking up riddled in Hasan's ears, but the master still did not want to open his eyes, Hasan felt in the air between conscious and not.

"Daddy, wakeup!" Arum again repeated his call which is now accompanied by a slight hand movement to shake the husband to quickly wake up.

"Emm, what's up, Syei'?" sahut Hasan slightly opened his eyes without moving.

"Open his eyes first Bi!" arum replied a little annoyed at the behavior of the husband who looks relaxed with a slow response.

"Yes, what's wrong?" hasan said as he gathered his consciousness to be able to obey what Arum wants this time.

How many times has Hasan had to wake up in the middle of the night to fulfill Arum's sometimes quite troublesome wishes. Lastly Arum asked Hasan to cook oseng kale with a complete fried tempe with sambal terasinya, fortunately they just finished shopping and filling the ingredients in the refrigerator, so that they could not be found, if it cannot be ascertained Hasan will be confused looking for these materials.

"Bi, why do I suddenly want to eat meat martabak?" lamented Arum felt strange with himself who almost every night wanted something for him to eat. Whereas previously Arum was the type of irang who did not like to eat at night.

"Huh? what's Syei'?" hasan's eyes that had been seen still dimly now began to open wide after hearing a question pitched request that came out of Arum's mouth.

"I want to eat Abi's meat martabak" Arum again said his wish to Hasan.

Hasan immediately glanced at the wall clock that still hangs beautifully on the wall not far from where the rest is.

"It's already half an hour Shei', where are you going to find martabak?" sahut Hasan with a confused expression that enveloped his face.

Arum's request this time will really trouble Hasan, in Hasan's place today will rarely be food vendors are still open, and that's why the request of the wife this time will trouble Hasan.

"But I want to eat martabak now Bi," Arum who couldn't help himself whined again.

"Alright, Abi will change clothes and wash your face first." Pamit Hasan while rising from the bed to the bathroom, for Hasan debating or rejecting Arum's request is not a good thing, because Bumil who he knew always wanted to win alone and demanded to be granted all his requests.

A smile appears on Arum's tiny lips, his face looks so relieved and happy after hearing Arum's reply which undertakes what he wants.

After seeing Hasan enter the bathroom, Arum also rushed up to get ready.

"Well, where are you going Syei'?" asked Hasan with an astonished expression to see Arum who was now also getting ready with a veil in his hand.

Hasan can't argue with her anymore, he prefers to stay quiet and let Arum do what he wants.

"Come Bi!" invite Arum with the spirit of four-five clearly visible on his face.

Hasan can only breathe rough seeing the behavior of the wife, actually he does not like if Arum came out of the house to find the martabak he wants, not anything, but the day is very late, but it is very late, while the night air is not good for mothers who are pregnant.

"Wait!" prevent Hasan who is now walking in reverse direction towards the closet that is not far from where he stands.

"Why Bi? is anyone missing?" asked Arum astonished to see the husband even walked towards the closet and took off Arum's hand.

"Wear this!" Hasan put on a jacket thick enough to make Arum's body a little surprised.

"If I wear this thick jacket, I become sultry Bi," Arum could only complain without being able to resist, he would rather let Hasan put the jacket on his body.

"The night was very cold Syei', not good also for health," said Hasan indisputably.

Arum prefers silence than later even not so, because what Hasan said is true, if the night air is not good for pregnant women.

The two walked towards the car garage. Arum hugged his husband's arm tightly when he saw the quiet and dark atmosphere in the pesantren area, every night the students were used to turn off the bedroom lights while sleeping and only turn on the porch lights.

"Why?" asked Hasan who felt the strange gurgle of Arum.

"Fear Bi," answered Arum further tightened his grip.

"If you were afraid, why ask martabak at night?" sahut Hasan's.

"The name also belongs to Bi, where can it be set?" arum made Hasan smile.

Hasan did not consider at all the burden of every desire.in the proposed Arum, he actually enjoyed the moments that he thinks step, step, he said, because Hasan can confirm that Arum won't behave like that if she's not pregnant.

The car drove at low speed, because in addition to the occasional driving focus Hasan also had to pay attention around, looking for martabak sellers who were still open in the middle of the night like this, and the same thing was done by Arum.

"Why is Bi lonely?" asked Arum when he saw the rows of stalls and figures that had closed.

"In this area there is rarely open in the middle of the night, we better go to the city." Take Hasan who is now accelerating the speed of his car to the city center to find martabak sellers who are still open.

Arum just complied, the most important thing now is that he can eat the meat martabak as he wants. Hasan still continues to drive his car while occasionally glancing towards the side of the road to look for martabak sellers.