Love For Aisha

12 ~ In Wind

The look of disappointment was still very clearly visible in Aisyah's face. After praying Isya' he chose to confine himself in the room. There's no more crap for dinner. Azam who understood the disappointment of his wife also chose to bring a plate of rice and side dishes that he bought at the front fork of the complex.

"Then, tomorrow we go around the city again looking for siomay. Now eat it!" her door.

Indeed, at this time Aisyah is very lazy to eat. Amencium aroma alone has made her feel nauseous. But, however, his stomach also must be filled. If it can't be made sure he won't be able to sleep tonight

"Boat," Aisyah's whine made Azam immediately frown. Since when has his wife been this pampered?

Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Azam immediately obeyed his wife's orders. However, when only twice the mouthful Aisyah ran to the bathroom while covering her mouth. In there he took out what had just entered his stomach, until the clear liquid remained out. Azam continued to massage Aisyah's nape feeling unbearable when he saw her Aisyah continued to pull out her entrails.

"Let's go to the hospital!" bring Azam.

Aisyah just shook her head weakly. Indeed, it has been a week of decreased appetite and will immediately vomit if eating rice.

"I don't want to, Mom. Maybe this is just a cold," he refused.

Azam immediately asked his wife to come out of the bathroom and lean on the bed.

"You wait here, let me get some warm water first."

Azam left Aisyah feeling anxious. Meanwhile Aisyah still looked very limp while holding her stomach.

No wait for long Azam had come to bring a cup of warm water and gave it to Aisyah to drink.

"We go to the doctor, I'm afraid you're okay" Azam said.

"Mas, I'm not papa. Maybe just a regular wind. It's good tomorrow." Aisha refused again.

The night is getting late, but a pair of eyes have not been able to close. Turning to the right and left found no comfort. His eyes looked at the calm face beside him that was hard to fall asleep.

Actually not heart, but how else.

"Mas, wake!" Aisyah rubbed her husband's body. Slowly Azam opened his eyes, finding Ayesha who had been sitting down.

"You why? What are you feeling?" Azam placed his palm on Aisyah's forehead.

"Mas, I'm not papa. Nobody is sick. It's just that I'm eating gorang rice." Aisyah smiled sweetly as a sign of supplication.

Azam glanced at the clock that was on the nightstand. At 02:15 in the morning. Azam immediately remembered that his wife had not eaten dinner. With a weight he got up from the bed and followed by Aisyah with a flower-flowered face.

Somehow Aisyah's face looks very cute, especially when she is not wearing her hijab. The jet black hair added to his charm, making Azam's chest continue to murmur and like wanting to directly pounce on him.

"Mas, use meat with sausage!" the door was when Azam opened the fridge.

"When do you like to eat sausages?"

"I don't know." Aisyah just shook her head slowly.

"Wear the same danging eggs yes, no sausage at home" Azam suggested.

"Say Mas Azam don't want to do it, right?" aisyah Rajuk.

Jeez, since when did an Aisyah become spoiled like this? Even so far there is no stock of sausages because he does not like it.

Patience, this is a test. Azam just stroked his chest slowly.

"Where is Azam going?"

Azam who had been at the end of the door turned to look back. He was shocked when he saw that Aisyah had been so excited. Not knowing what Aisha was feeling, he chose to approach her again.

"Why are you crying? What's sick" Azam asked in panic.

"Mas ... Mas Azam don't be angry. Don't stay with me. I apologize for making Mas Azam angry." isak Aisyah..

Azam increasingly did not understand the words of his wife. Though his intention only wanted to go to the supermarket which was open 24 hours to buy sausages, but apparently his wife was slashing indistinctly.

"Ais, who's angry? Who wants to leave you? I'm just going to the supermarket for sausage, you want to come? But mending at home. The night wind is not good for your health." Azam explained, laughing softly.

"Mas Azam why laugh, is it funny?" Aisyah felt embarrassed when she found out her husband's intention was only to go to the nearest supermarket.

"Well, I'm going!" Pamit Azam's. Namu, Ais immediately picked up the jacket and put on her hijab.

"I'm coming! What if I get kidnapped? No one's sleeping again!"

Alright, since Azam did not want to make his wife cry again, he was forced to allow Aisha to come along, even though Azam felt very heavy.

Azam drove his motor slowly, the night wind felt piercing to the bone. The stretch of road only one or two vehicles passing by made Azam feel a little anxious. Afraid that bad people will stop him. Because now I roam freely in the streets.

If not for his wife's whining, Azam was reluctant to go out in the middle of the night like this. Especially wandering on the streets that felt very lonely.

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After being satisfied with the selected item, Aisyah directly pushed her trolley. Not only the sausages he brought, but various snacks and fruits filled his shopping basket.

Azam was just a bus sighing in length. He did not dare to make any comment, because he knew that his wife was in a sensitive time. Maybe because of PMS again.

"Mas, I think there's less." After arriving at the house Aisyah just remembered that she forgot to put ice cream into her shopping basket earlier.

Like a meteor hit, Azam slapped his eel. Look at the clock hanging on the wall. Again Azam took a rough breath. It's 03:00 in the morning. Did Aisyah ask back to the supermarket to pick up the ice cream left behind?

Oh God what is this ordeal? Should go back to self-service again.

"Yes, come back there tomorrow. Sleeping yuk!" Aisyah immediately held her husband's hand towards the room. Azam felt very relieved after hearing Aisha's words.

"Loh, the fried rice has not been made," said Azam reminded.

"Udah no longer wants to. Bobok aja yuk," whined Aisyah like a child who was about to sleep with her parents.

At this time Azam could not digest well the events that had just happened to him.

Azam repeatedly checked his wife's body temperature. Pasting his palm still, hoping his wife is not possessed.

Aisya looks sparkling. Swiping his stomach suddenly felt full just like that. In his mind, Aisyah was amazed by the changes in him. Sometimes want something in the moment, but sometimes the feeling is also lost.

"Basic belly freak!"

...TO BE CONTINUE'S...

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