Marrying Ustaz Ganteng

Episode 75's

Almost entering magrib time, Rifky guides Naira to the bathroom to clean up. Naira is only compressed using lukewarm water, then Rifky tells her to wudhu.

With a slow step Naira sat down in front of her alphabet, staring at Rifky who was back in the bathroom. Tonight Rifky did not pray in the mosque because of the circumstances of his wife who needed to be treated, even standing Naira needed help.

"It's still strong, isn't it, honey?" ask Rifky before starting his prayer.

"Yes, Mas," replied Naira softly. Rifky smiled, then berakbir to perform the three rakaat prayers.

Given the condition of Naira, Rifky chose a rather short surah reading so that Naira did not stand too long, because her head would feel dizzy if so.

Seven minutes later, Naira's breath was heard, perhaps she had been enduring the pain. Rifky turned his head, extending his hand to be welcomed by his wife.

"Sleep, Honey. Here!" rifky slapped his thigh.

"Mas bacain the Quran, huh?" Naira smiled as she got a nod from her husband, eyes that were closed for a moment, enjoying a kiss of Rifky on her forehead.

Naira closed her eyes while hearing the melodious groove of Rifky, the face that wrapped her body has not made warm if not added hugging her husband.

Some time they were in that position, before Rifky finished his reading and gently lifted his wife's body. Naira whines, asking for Rifky's company in her sleep.

"Pick up some rice first, huh? You eat first so you can take medicine quickly," said Rifky persuaded.

"No way, Mom. You're here, I'm not hungry yet, really," subtly Naira refused.

"But you have to take the vitamins, honey?"

"Yes .. later."

Breath relief is almost inaudible from Rifky, want to be more assertive even he can not when his wife like this. Moreover, feeling that Naira only needed it, even his wife's embrace was getting closer.

They fell silent, then Rifky's gaze fell on Naira's stomach which still looked flat. Slowly Rifky's hand touched her, giving elusan and whispering her baby there.

"You don't be naughty, yeah, honey. Don't make Mama hard" said Rifky smiling, though no one saw her smile.

"What are you doing, Mas?" asked Naira in a lazy tone.

Rifky did not answer, still observing the stomach and continued to stroke it. "Aren't you hungry, honey? Hm? Hungry?"

"No, Mas. He's not hungry!" answer Naira quickly. It must be Rifky's wits to tell him to eat.

"He's hungry, honey." Rifky turned to look at Naira.

"Where is. Oh, I know!" ketus Naira's. His expression did not change even though Rifky's face was already above his face.

"Eat, huh? The bribe, really," persuaded Rifky, did not forget to gently caress Naira's head to melt her heart.

"No way, ah, Mom. Not hungry yet ...." Naira shook her head, hugged Rifky's neck and drowned him, until Rifky was the one who was lulled.

The roar of the car coming from outside made them sharpen their hearing, it seemed like it was indeed heading towards their home. Then the house bell rang, vaguely Bi Ira's voice welcomed her happily.

"Who's coming, Mom?" naira looked at Rifky.

"I don't know, but it's like Papa's car," Rifky guessed. Naira lets Rifky out of the room, telling him not to take too long.

"Mama? Papa?" Rifky welcomed, apparently their parents who visited.

"Where's Naira, son?" rasha asked after Rifky shook the back of their hand.

"There's room, Ma. Sleep again," replied Rifky politely.

Rasya and Marlin went straight to the room called, while their husbands were welcome to sit down by Rifky.

"Waalaikumussalam," replied Naira. Then lean on the headboard when it finds both mama.

"Darling? You're not papa?" Marlin and Rasya sat on the edge of the bed, each next to Naira.

"No papa, Ma. Mama's here, why don't you tell me?" Naira laughed a little. The gentle touch of her mother was enough to make her happy.

"So Mama knew from Papa. Said you passed out at the mosque this afternoon." Rasya told me.

"Naira's tired, really, Ma. No papa." Naira smiles. "Mama nginap, right?"

Marlin and Rasya nodded.

"Well, honey?" ask Rasya to make sure. Then pinched slowly Naira's nose as her daughter-in-law shook her head.

Marlin scolded his daughter for not eating, while Naira grinned at the horse. Both of his mothers loved him very much, even though Rasya was a mother-in-law, but just like his mother.

"So Mama brought green beans, you know. You want to make porridge?" Marlin looked at Naira, if only her daughter would rather have porridge than rice.

"Now, Ma. Especially the Mama's!" answered Naira enthusiastically.

"Yes, Mama made it for you. But eat a lot, huh?" marlin chuckled.

The woman barks outside, while Rasya and Naira begin to talk again. I don't know what the hell.

"Where's Naira, Ma?" Herman saw Marlin coming down the stairs.

"In the room, Pa. Naira asked to make porridge with Mama," replied Marlin chuckled.

Rifky tells his papa that Naira has no appetite, maybe that's why Naira wants porridge.

The three men of different ages continued their conversation, only water was served because they had not had dinner.

Marlin helps Bi Ira fight in the kitchen, the middle-aged woman doesn't know that they're going to be here until they have to cook more. In addition to helping Bi Ira, Marlin made green bean porridge for Naira.

A little while there, until everything is finished, coinciding with the sound of azan isya reverberating. Residents of the house stopped their respective activities, preparing to perform worship in an open room.

Rasya helped Naira ablaze and clothed her face. After that led him down to congregational prayer. Shortly after that, Ustaz Hanan as the priest also understood the state of his son-in-law who was not healthy.

After the prayer, they met again at the dinner table. When everyone took the rice, Naira just wanted to eat the porridge. Lucky Marlin brought it.

Naira walked alone up the stairs, long enough after eating she had to take her medicine as recommended by the doctor. Their understanding parents told Rifky to follow, while they themselves had not been attacked by sleepiness.

"Is it okay, honey?" rifky asked, sitting next to Naira who had just taken a sip of her medicine.

"Lifting, Mas. Didn't you talk to Papa?" ask Naira weakly.

Rifky shook his head, grabbed Naira's body and wiped her wet lips from drinking water. "Mas wants to be like you, honey. You're sleeping, aren't you?"

"Heum, not strong, yes if split with me? What if I go?" Naira didn't think about what she said.

"What the hell are you, by the way? Don't think about it!" Rifky. He knew that his wife was joking, but why should he ask her that? Of course he couldn't have if Naira had gone, let alone gone far away.

Hearing Naira just chuckle, Rifky lifted her to the bed, joined her to throw herself down while hugging her.

"If midnight is hungry, wake up Mas, will you?" order Rifky before bed.

Naira nodded, drowning the face in Rifky's chest and sucking out his scent. As if being a palanquin, Naira fell asleep. Pointed Rifky's burly hands that are always ready to embrace him at any time.