Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 89

Six years later....

“Finally, finished also.” Maula sat down while holding her waist which felt hot. This is because she is too focused on completing a wedding dress owned by Rere that will be worn next Sunday.

Maula stood up again, touching one by one the dress code she made for her small family.

“This is for Papi,” he said as he lifted a suit with a hanger, then his lips smiled knotted when lifting the smallest piece of clothes belonging to his baby boy who was asleep in a bouncher. “Cuteest Mourad Shirt.” He put it on the little baby's body.

He also lifted three other clothes. It belongs to the Emir, Amily and Ikrima. They are the firstborn, second and third children who have an age gap of approximately one year between their four children. So they have a dress size that is almost the same as twins. He sat down and rubbed his stomach and grabbed the phone on the table. He wanted to contact Rere to come try on the dress he made. However, his intentions were clouded when he heard his son's voice calling out loudly.

“Mami... Mommy!” Emir's breath was cut off while opening the door of his mother's study.

“Emir! Why do you always yell when you call Mami?! Mommy's ears hurt this.” Either the Emir's shout several times since morning makes his mother always close her ears. She put an index finger on her lips, worried that her youngest child would wake up.

“Amily and Mima, Mam.!”

“Iya, why them?”

“Lost, Mam!” Emir's breath is still cut off.

“What?!” Maula immediately got up from her seat and rushed to find the missing child while pulling the Emir's hand.

“Where were you guys playing? Why the Emir is not looking after his brother. Usually Mami can count on you to take care of the sisters. Why is Sampe missing?”

The Emir just shook his head with a lowered face. The five-year-old boy was terrified and ran to his room.

“Don't go anywhere, Mir! Diem in room!” maula shouted as she ran to the kitchen, looking for the whereabouts of the three housekeepers to inquire about the whereabouts of Amily and Ikrima.

“Looks, Non. Aunt from earlier was busy cooking in the kitchen.” Bi Sulis panicked.

“Ta-tadi, Tina left them in the yard because she wanted to take lunch for them, but because the sky was overcast, Tina lifted the clothesline first, afraid of the rain. Abis it...”.

“Abis what is it?” Without waiting for Tina to answer, Maula went back to look for her son, combed through each room and ran outside. He saw that the gate of the house was open and Ferdi was not in his post because he was going to the restroom.'

His mind has wandered far away. He ran out into the streets and called out the names of his two missing daughters. It was like a madman he was running without paying attention to the streets he was walking on. Many times he fell and almost got hit by a car. With fear and sadness he returned to his house while shouting to call mang Sodik and Ferdi also bi Sulis, Mbak Tina and Neneng.

“Search! Find the kids see you!” He was already very tired then dropped himself in the courtyard while crying. Suddenly, her three children appeared shouting a word and laughing out loud.

“Prank!!” he shouted, making Maula round both eyes red.

What's?! Pranks?!

His feelings are very unbecoming. Relief was wrapped in disappointment and anger. How could such small children make Prank who almost harmed his own mother. Just yesterday, the Emir pretended to drown in a pond making his mother no less drunk like a madman. This time, his patience was exhausted because of his naughty children. He gave his fierce gaze before entering the house. Bring Mourad who he left in the study room, then shut himself in the room.

Her children came to her room to apologize. However, he still flinch regardless of it. He only cares about the youngest child who is still a baby, making the faces of his three children turn very sad.

The three children sat down in the living room waiting for their father to come home. Bi Sulis briefly lectured them while forcing her to eat. However, this time they really did not want to eat until his mother wanted to talk.

Seeing that his three children were silent and did not give a welcome to him who had just arrived home, Khayru just stood up and turned around in front of them.

“What is this? Why is no one happy papi coming home?” He stared one by one at his son's face and then his gaze was anchored to Sulis.

“Bi, why them?”

“Biasalah, Mister,” bi Sulis replied while shrugging, then moved to the kitchen because it had to store the dishes of children who had not been touched.

Khayru followed the steps of bi Sulis while asking what had happened today and then went back to face her children who psychologically, they had intelligence above average, but they were a little naughty. Not naughty actually, they just want to seek the attention of his mother by disturbing the busyness of the mother. They never understand if he almost made an accident.

Suddenly, Khayru sat in the middle of them while hugging the three.

“You make Mami angry?” the question was casual, with no charges to corner them.

“Udah sorry, not yet?”

They nodded then all three cried very hard. Just this time his mother was angry so she didn't want to talk to them. They were very afraid that his mother, who had never been angry all this time, would not forgive him.

Khayru waited until her three children stopped crying, after which she spoke slowly.

“What makes you cry?” He rubbed his son's shoulders one by one. “Is it because Mami doesn't want to talk to you again?”

They just stared while nodding.

“Mami also definitely want to cry as hard as you guys are so naughty. It's so sorry Mommy. In her stomach was a baby she had to look after. Mami should not be stressed for any reason, but today she is sad and disappointed. How is this, son? What if the little adek in the stomach of Mami is also sad?”

“So don't want to be naughty anymore!” Sambar Emir with a face and his eyes glazed.

“Adek too!” Amily continued to nod her head.

“Mima too, Papi. Appointment!” He raised his little finger while looking up.

“Can papi keep your promise?”

They nodded confidently.

“You good boys, smart kids. Papi always heard Mami say your names after prayers while raising both hands.”

“Nobody loves you, as much as Mami gave you.”

The three children actually saw his father almost shed tears.

Suddenly, Khayru smiled remembering his wife who never talked and did not complain.

“Papi had forbidden Mami to get pregnant and give birth again, because she did not like to see him suffer. If you have to get pregnant again, the doctor said you have to give enough distance.”

“Infant, Mommy gives birth once a year. There is almost no pause to relax his body.”

“Mami do this all for your sake, so that later you have many brothers and do not live in solitude. Mami doesn't want you to be lonely after Mami and Papi are no more in this world.”

“Although you are still very small, papi hope you understand.”

The three children, hugged their father while crying again. Emir's cry this time was a little restrained. Unlike Amily and Ikrima, the typical cry of a child who is afraid of losing both parents is broken again.

“So that Mami does not get sad, you have to eat, take a shower and take a nap. Later papi persuade Mami to apologize you guys.”

After the children agreed, Khayru drove him to the dining room so they would eat with Sulis or Neneng. Then he met his wife in the room. Sitting by the bed, grabbing a child's hair before kissing his wife's forehead. He also rubbed Maula's stomach until the woman twisted her body and woke up.

“Nothing, if you want to take a nap, do not need to wake up.”

However, since his wife had already woken up, Khayru put a lot of pillows behind him so that he would sit comfortably.

 “Where is today, dear?”

Maula just smiled without wanting to discuss the mischief of her children all day.

“Bad kids again?” Hugging his wife from the side.

Maula shakes. “This day I'm too busy. Sampe forgot about them. I was tired and finally fell asleep,” he said while leaning his head on the husband's chest. So comfortable, that his eyes blinked again.

“Already expected, you cannot be angry with children.”

Maula raised her head while looking in wonder. “Anged? Who said Mami was angry with the kids?”

“Kids are sad to the point of not eating. They think her mom's upset about not talking to them again.”

“Yes geez. Where are they?” The maula snuck out of bed. Hearing that her children would not eat, she felt guilty. “Mami want to bribe them first, Pap.”

“Not need.” Khayru kept his wife in bed. “They must be taking a nap in her room.”

“They've eaten?”

Khayru nodded while touching the wife's cheek. “Don't worry, it was already supplied bi Sulis.”

“Mami still want to see them. Wanna apologize for making them sad today.” She forced her husband to get up and drive him to the children's room. They cross paths with Mbak Tina who just came out of the room after successfully put her to bed.

“Mbak, please see Mourad in the room. Invite him to play under first,” pinta Khayru before entering the Emir, Amily and Ikrima rooms.

They looked at the little faces that had just fallen asleep. The faces are always changing. Sometimes very similar to his mother, a second later one of them looks like his father, sometimes even very similar to his grandparents. To be sure, they are beautiful and handsome children like their parents.

He touched and kissed the cheeks of his children who had been fragrant because they were bathed in Neneng before going to bed.

“Thank you for never being angry with kids. Because she has become a very patient mother for them.”

“Every time you want to be angry with children, suddenly Mami remembered childhood, Pap,” he said shyly considering he was much more naughty than his children at this time.

Khayru laughed while pinching his wife's nose. “Finally you admit that children look like their Mammya.”

“They are my children, it certainly looks like her mother.”

“But they are also my children, it should look like the Papi as well, dong.”

“Mima looks like her Papi because she's a little timid. If the Papi is very timid,” the god Maula to the husband.

“Haiisshh! It's good to say coward!” Do not accept always said coward, Khayru tickled his wife's waist.

“Papi! Shower there! Don't tease me later the kids wake up,” whispered while laughing holding back the tickle.

“Mandiin, yes, Mam,” he said as he pulled his wife's hand back to his room. “Continue, nih. Surely Mami has not taken a shower either,” her god while glancing.

...~Tamat~...

Alhamdulillah, finally Maula and Khayru, lived happily. They print one child each year.

Dear Readers, thank you for the atmosphere. Because I had set aside a little time to read my piece of abuse. Sorry for all the flaws.

In fact, Othor still wanted to tell me about Fraud (cheating) within the company that caused them to sell the house and all the assets of the company. Still want to tell her about how Katia and Aldi's love grew after her marriage. Still want to tell her about how Rere paid off his debts before marrying Pram. Still want to tell you about the love triangle between Dandi, Nikita and Billy.

However, if that's all Othor told, worry, the story no longer matches the title and synopsis of this novel. So let this story be enough to get here. Importantly, Maula and Khayru have lived happily, as the message of Mr. Omar, their love does not waver due to the presence of the second, third and so on.

Finally, Othor just wanted to say, wherever you are, you stay in my heart. May you always be healthy and happy. See you, dear....

Warm regards from Author change ~Mbuna Banafsha~ 😘😘😘