Marriage Becomes Love

Chapter 105 Want to Rujak

Rayhan's car splits the highway that is crowded with passing vehicles. Rayhan drove his car slowly, wanting to linger with Ashila in the car. After pleading with various dramas done, Ashila finally wanted to be escorted home by him.

Every now and then the man glanced at Ashila beside him, the girl was focusing on looking at the streets, Rayhan smiled then refocused on the streets.

"Mas."

"Yes, why, honey?"

"The buyer." Ashila pointed to a cart of street vendors.

Rayhan squinted his eyes at the rujak cart that was on the side of the road. "Eating is malem-malem? It'll hurt your stomach, honey."

Ashila's eyes look teary. "That pen." Ashila whines spoiled while shaking Rayhan's arm.

Rayhan was surprised when he found Ashila crying, he was confused and confused, because usually Ashila never got this way if asking for something, let alone just bought rujak.

Rujak's? Ashila wants rujak.

The man was a little strange with the name of the food, but what and why? Uh! For what thought was important now he had to make how to not cry Ashila again, enough to make his wife cry because of his betrayal.

"Sa-honey, j-don't cry, yeah. Yes, we bought rujak." Rayhan spoke a little nervously and looked flabbergasted. After that he saw Ashila smiling with sparkling eyes. "Really, Mas? We buy that?"

Rayhan nodded.

Ashila immediately hugged Rayhan's arm. "Yeayy. thanks, yeah..."

Rayhan smiled strangely, Ashila is that happy? Just buying a rujak? No matter what, the important thing is that he is now very happy because Ashila hugs him. Really, he misses this hug a lot. Which delights do you deny?

It did not feel they had now arrived in front of the wheelbarrow that Ashila wanted earlier. Ashila immediately got out of the car then ran towards the wheelbarrow.

When Rayhan was about to get out, Ashila had already come back, and got into the car.

"Udah?"

Ashila nodded.

Rayhan also returned to drive his car, Rayhan occasionally glanced at the woman beside him, Ashila was opening the bag of crackle, the girl put the pieces of leatherback, twitching, and leaning, and the young mango in the disposable cup bowl is white, then smeared it with spice. In that instant, Ashila began to eat her own homemade ramjak.

"Mas, will you?" haggard Ashila, the girl thrust a spoonful of pieces of the fruit.

Suddenly Rayhan's teeth felt pained to see the pieces of fruits. "No, for you."

The man could not imagine if he ate the dish, what would it be like? Young mango is famous for its sour taste, kedondong and star fruit is also famous for its sour taste, mixed into one, coupled with the spicy chili, and the sweetness of sugar, do not forget a little salt. Rayhan shuddered in horror, his teeth could fall out after eating the dish.

"His running mate?" ask Rayhan. His eyes looked at the wife who was still faithful to eat the rujak.

Ashila mangosteen by continuing to put the piece of fruit in her mouth. "So much."

"When did you like to eat rujak?" ask Rayhan.

"I don't know, I want to eat rujak."

Before long, they arrived in front of the yard of Ashila house, there was a Yahya abi on the terrace.

Ashila and Rayhan get out of the car. "Assalamualaik."

Abi Yahya was quite surprised when he saw the man who delivered his beloved daughter. "Son, how come you're going home with him?" Abi Yahya while staring at Rayhan dislike, Rayhan's guts instantly shrieked instantly.

"Iw..."

After Ashila entered, Abi Yahya and Rayhan remained on the porch of the house, Rayhan looked at his in-laws for a while and then looked down. Honestly, he felt awkward now.

"Sit down! Abi wants to talk to you." Rayhan sat across from his father-in-law.

"Deliver Ashila, Rayhan!"

***

Yuck! Yuck!

The sound of people vomiting was clearly heard in a bathroom. Amidst the silence of the night, Ashila awoke from her sleep feeling her stomach stir, the girl immediately ran towards the bathroom and pulled out her entrails in the sink. But the only thing that comes out is liquid, no other particles. After that, Ashila immediately washed her face and gargled.

His vision was blurry, vaguely unclear to see a few meters away, his head felt heavy. Just about to get up to go into the room, suddenly his mouth was nauseous again, several times the sound of vomit came out, but nothing came out of the mouth.

There was a knock on the door from outside. "Shila... You're not papa, are you?" That's Umi Ira's voice.

Ashila immediately rinsed and exited the bathroom to open the door. "Aren't you, son?" Umi Ira asked again.

"No papa, Umi. Maybe because this afternoon I abis eating rujak times yes, so the stomach acid rose again."

"Geez, kid. Why even eat rujak anyway, you'll have stomach acid." Umi Ira started nagging. "Yaudah, you sit down first, umi wants to make tea first, yes."

Umi Ira immediately ran into the kitchen making a cup of tea. Then he went back to Ashila's room. It looks like the child just came out of the bathroom holding his stomach. "Vomiting again?" ask Umi Ira.

Ashila nodded weakly.

"Drink the tea, son." Umi Ira helps Ashila drink the warm tea she made earlier to her son. "Tomorrow to the doctor, yeah."

Ashila shakes. "No need, Mi. Shila just rest, surely tomorrow will also be healed immediately."

"Yaudah, if tomorrow we still vomit, we go to the doctor, yes."

Ashila nodded.

"Jude, now rest again." Umi Ira laid Ashila's body and covered her.

"Sorry, yes, Mi. Ngerepotin umi malem - malem gini."

"Husst.. You are saying what the hell, you are a child umi, umi do not feel repotted, yaudah rest gih." Umi Ira kissed Ashila on the forehead for a moment and then came out of Ashila's room.

After Ira's umi left the room, Ashila rested her body on the head of the bed. I don't know why she remembered her husband. Disappearance began to spread in his soul.

The girl laid back her body, many times Ashila changed her sleeping position, the pink bed sheet began to wear out.

"Mas Rayhan again what, huh?" he murmured unconsciously. For some reason, she missed her husband.

Her mind turned to remember what her husband said this afternoon. Tomorrow her husband will conduct an ultrasound to prove the woman - whether she is pregnant or not. He became anxious, what if the woman was really pregnant? If that happened, the chance for them to be together would be wiped out, they would truly part ways.

His mind kept turning around thinking about the possibilities that would happen.

Ashila stared at the clock on the nightstand. "Jam two," he murmured. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. The girl took the water.

After completion, Ashila immediately held a prayer mat and wearing mukena, he performed the prayer qiyamul lail. There was a calmness of its own that slowly spread in its soul, the turmoil and uneasiness dwindling.

After the prayer, Ashila recited the verses of the Qur'an. Then he poured out all of his heart and grievances.