Meletoy Husband, Mighty Wife

Chap 38's

"Bidan Emi said, let's have a smooth birth later...." Henri floated his sentence glancing with his heart pounding. "Should... Frequently in jengukin ..."

With a pounding heart Henri waited for an answer from Hanin. Will he agree, or refuse. From that dim light, Henri was still waiting for Hanin's reaction. A face that was just flat did not show any expression.

Only the sound of rain was heard from outside.

'Could he refuse, am I too greedy for asking? Why can't I control my speech, what if he's angry? Being able to touch her stomach like this I was already very happy, just because she let me kiss her stomach and I demanded more.'

"That's just Emi's midwife's joke, don't take it for granted." Hanin's voice broke the silence between them. Henri smiled wryly. Pulling his hand that had been stroking Hanin's stomach.

"I'm going to sleep. Good night." Said Hanin rising from his seat and stepping with a candle as a light.

"Good night." Reply Henri lethargicly.

That night, Henri could not sleep. Likewise with Hanin, just lie apart the wall between them. Hanin lay on his left side in the room. While Henri lay facing the right side in the guest chair.

Henri got out of his sleep. The sense of unease continued to permeate him. Henri was feeling restless. He rubbed his face and stood up and walked to the bathroom. After washing himself with cold water that night. Henri was just pacing back and forth and stopped right in front of Hanin's room door. His hand was about to knock, but it didn't. He lifted up again, and the door opened. He was surprised to pull his hand behind his back.

"Uumm. I.."

"I can't sleep." Cut Hanin.

"Why? Does your stomach hurt?"

Hanin's yelling."My back, sore."

"What if, I'm sorting?"

"Alright.".Answer Hanin quickly, turned around and lay on his side on his bed.

Henri went into the room. Sitting on the edge of Hanin's bed her hands stretched out to touch Hanin's lower back. Slowly rub his back.

Half an hour passed, Henri was still massaging Hanin's back in dimness.

"If you're tired, you can rest."

"I'm fine." Reply Henri while rubbing Hanin's butt.

Until he was tired and lay down beside his wife until morning.

The next morning, Hanin opened his eyes. Seeing Henri's hand still stuck to his back. And the man fell asleep in the same bed as her.

Hanin smiled faintly. He went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up and started cooking.

"Hanin, sorry, I overslept." Henri's voice with a nervous and restless tone.

"It's okay."

"You mad?"

"No."

Henri smiled with relief.

The day passed, that night, Hanin asked Henri to massage his back again which felt very sore.

"Papa's son, don't be naughty and torture mama ya." Chirping Henri while sleeping and sequencing Hanin's back."Poor mama. If later you want to go out, come out quickly, so that mom does not feel pain for too long. Heem?"

Suddenly Hanin turned her body and confronted Henri.

"Apppaa I'm wrong?"

"No." Hanin pulled Henri's hand, running across his stomach to his lower back.

"Remove again."

Henri rubbed Hanin's back, his wife's face facing him so close. Even his lips almost stuck to Hanin's forehead. Henri took a deep breath. Then ventured to kiss that forehead. Her lips stayed there for a long time.

Then the lips came down and Hanin's eyes were closed. Down again to the cheek, without rejecting the meaning of Hanin, making Henri want more. The lips shifted to the corner of Hanin's lips. Sticking in there long enough. Henri's breathing is getting rhythmic fast. Moved his lips and took a strong sip.

Without rejection, it gets a welcome from Hanin. Flowering heart, Henri tightened his embrace. A cold night of shahdu. They're blending together after all this time.

Until nightfall, they dine with vegetable power plants and chicken meat covered in flour.

"Hmmm.. You remember what Emi's midwife said the last time we controlled her?"

Hanin glanced at her husband. "Why?'"

"Remember?"

"Yes why?" Reply Hanin cuek.

"Must often be in the hands to be smooth."

Hanin stopped eating."You want some more?"

"Can?"

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That night, Hanin and Henri were watching tv sitting together in a long chair. Henri rubbed Hanin's stomach, his lips curling as he felt the movement from within. He changed position. Sleeping on his wife's thigh with his face facing Hanin's stomach. Gently kiss that already bloated stomach.

"Who does he look like? You or me?"

"Whatever, it's all the same." Reply Hanin is busy replacing cenel tivi.

Hearing Hanin's lacklustre reply like her, Henri chose silence and occasionally kissed Hanin's stomach. A moment of calm, Henri's hands began to play with Hanin's protruding navel.

"Jenney henn..."

Henri's getting sick of playing Hanin's navel.

"I said amused, wayward." Anxious Hanin tapped into Henri's ear, who was laughing gurihh. Henri straightened his back to face his wife.

"I don't want to watch TV..." She shifted her husband's body. But her husband's face was getting closer, until their lips stuck together. Henri's hand slipped under Hanin's knee and one under his wife's back. Walk slowly to the room without taking off his grip.

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That afternoon, Hanin felt heartburn, several times back and forth to the bathroom but did not also shirk. He walked unsettled.

"Hpl is still a long time Hanin, why is it heartburn now..." His murmurs were not calm and agitated. He walked limped to the terrace to see Henri who was still farming.

"Movie..."

"Henri!"

The man, as if he had not heard, was still busy feeding.

"Henri!" Shouted Hanin who was not strong enough to withstand the pain in his waist and stomach.

Henri turned his head, looking at Hanin who was leaning against the chair as a pedestal. Hasten he approached and put whatever tools his fertilizer.

"Hanine? Contractions?"

"I don't know, my back hurts. My stomach's heartburn." Said Hanin with the pain in his face.

"We're going to the midwife."

Henri led his wife's body into the car. He ran inside for a while, taking Hanin's needs and the bag of their future baby that had been prepared in the bag.

Anxiously, Henri drove his car around occasionally staring at his wife and rubbed the sweaty coconut against the pain.

"Prophey, hold it, soon to."

Seriate..