Mother to My Son

second meeting

That day Soju's nightmare isn't over yet, at night with willingness and sincerity and a strong memory of the philosophical cat should be made full so that not the fish outside made Hasna let Reza sleep in her room.  Initially Hasna chose to sleep together with Maura, more precisely sleeping when accompanying Maura to sleep

Because the night before lack of sleep, when Hasna nempel on the pillow on the mattress Maura he immediately fell asleep so as not to remember who slept first whether Maura or himself. He woke up when he suddenly felt himself floating and moving. When he opened his eyes half-asleep, he saw Reza's self moved into his room.

“Mass... why?” Hasna tried to wake up half-conscious but fell back on her back because Reza had hugged her.. Hasna finally breaks down in Reza's arms. It turns out that indeed rather than fussing wild horses they finally let themselves.

That night Hasna so knew there was another understanding of the sheath that she had known so far, how it turned out that all this time her knowledge of the world of friendship was very narrow. Hasna was sleeping in Maura's room after Isya Reza left the house looking for a suitable sarong for her. So that when Hasna debated again about Soju Reza's DNA immediately showed her the gloves of choice.

And the night after the learning about the sarong can be understood well, the class ended with Hasna results that could not sleep back while the one next to her was unconscious. Hasna could only simulate the scene of the pillow smothering in her mind, seeing her husband sleeping soundly with his handsome face to the max making her only able to catch her breath.

Since when did he feel that part of his heart had been tethered to this man? Slowly Hasna's hands touched Reza's hair covering her forehead, her hair was long. During this time where her husband liked to be cut hair, she never knew much about him.

Hasna PoVs

Looking at Mas Reza who was soundly asleep next door came a feeling of relief, happiness and flattery that appeared in my heart. He chose to continue with me until moving from Maura's room to the room, it turns out that besides there was a desire “introducing sarong” just now he said that it is difficult to sleep if alone. If I think it's just the reason, after all for almost 4 years he has been widower it seems there is never a problem.

I saw the flagship holster, hmmfft turned out to be like that, all this time only know the name but do not know what shape it looks like. It turns out that getting married is also knowledge in addition to the responsibilities and pleasures of life in the world. Just grateful that this year actually went up to class, the higher the class the more difficult the subject matter of the test is also more difficult. I could only catch my breath looking at this man in front of me.

His face looked fresh now, unlike earlier this morning it looked pale and his aura dark. Last time I gave Magrib prayer book and remembrance, he looked dumbfounded to see me give the book.

“Can you see mas?” he looked silent, ok it seems that he has not taught for a long time.

“There are some prayers for mercy, I prefer to read the translation because it is more understanding so the connection can be more equal to God. Continue to calm the feeling of trying to read the remembrance that was there, choose according to the feelings of Mas Reza” I then sat down in front of him.

“I really like to read this remembrance, give great peace to my heart, this prayer truss also” I show some prayers that I like to read. I do not know to see him sitting on a prayer mat wearing a Muslim dress and sarong make his aura different from when this morning looks shining and fragrant, until unconsciously leaning on his shoulder. “Well this one is also Mas.” my eyes already feel sleepy, but today has not invited Maura to repeat again reading the iqra exercise book.

“Tuk kamu” his voice even sounds like the voice of Baby Romeo singer old.. ngebasssss inmm, hadeuuh from earlier wanted to sleep but kept disturbing, just want magrib. “Iyaaa…. Because Mas Rezaa I did not sleep all night” I immediately glared and sat up straight again, apparently if the emotions make drowsiness so lost. Eh who glared even laugh.Basikana kidding times, I immediately melengos.

“I tuh why yah dipelotokin you tuh instead of afraid even so glitter” he said while pulling and hugging.ehhh use kiss-kiss head again. Ehhhh began as he pleased, thought to have forgiven times yes.huuhh not that easy Fulgoso. “Down aaah... I still ilfil about ngedenger Mas Reza bench-lap” I immediately stood up and went to Maura's room. Today it is enough 1 sheet just read his iqra. Want to go straight to sleep after Isya, tomorrow start college, although the schedule is 10 but the preparation of field conditions must be from the morning.

And it turns out this is how fortunately it was enough sleep, so that when Mas Reza invited to the room hmm... more precisely move me to sleep to the room the condition of the body is more fit and sane when receiving his invitation to try to wear a sarong. And now the main perpetrator has sprawled.hmm that is as easy as this man I forgive because frankly every time I remember his confession still feels pain in this chest.

Wonder why the chest feels like something is piercing when the brain thinks and digests all the information. Because I can not sleep anymore I finally googling what causes the feeling of tightness and pain in the chest, if humans are hurt in an emotional manner, sick but not bleeding. Like now, every time I see Mas Reza I feel pain in the chest and it turns out….

In the article it is explained that when men are experiencing something that triggers stress, the, the part of the brain that manages emotional reactions responds by increasing the activity of the vagus nerve (a nerve that starts in a branch of the brain and connects to the neck, chest, and abdomen). When the vagus nerve is overstimulated, the body will feel pain and nausea. Hufft deserved to vomit. Suddenly I imagined the feeling of Mama Mitha when she saw the photo sent by the creature, in a pregnant condition saw a photo like that. Worth the immediate relapse of eclampsia.

Just now my mind was spinning about the photo suddenly the phone rang there was a message coming in. Who is not working enough to send a message at this hour, the number is not known anymore. As soon as I opened the message immediately the feeling of tightness and pain reappeared even more strongly. Photos..photo...photo...photo. I immediately sat down and moved away from Mas Reza, who sent this.

The first photo was of them both Arcy holding mike and one hand reaching for Mas Reza's shoulder, he looked while smiling spoiledly. Nice picture….. If only it wasn't my husband I would give an 8 on the happy expression that emanated and the female face and and the cool expression of the male.

The second photo now turns out to have begun to embrace, hmmm this is like seeing a prewed photo only gradually, the more seen here the feeling of pain is not like the beginning more to the emotions it becomes. What does it mean to send photos like this, there was a good thing that Mas Reza had admitted his behavior while drinking. If only I had not confessed, maybe now I have smothered directly using a pillow.

The third photo, the astagfirullahalziem embraces both hands to the neck while Mas Reza sings, perhaps meaning to show the affection owhh ok. I glanced at the man sleeping next to me like a sinless creature. He realized not well while doing this?, that's why we are forbidden to drink alcohol can lose sane sense. These photos were taken by others from different angles between the first, second and third photos. Pisan intentions.

Fourth photo ...oh this is apparently the lap, Mas Reza's face is red like shrimp means the influence of alcohol has been a lot of laughs is not normal, he said, likewise, the demon woman who sits on her lap laughs inappropriately, O Allah, strengthen Your servant. Just last week I felt like I was a real wife with Mas Reza. Ok. what is the fifth photo

The fifth photo is still sitting on the lap but the position is held with two men. Truly a shameless woman, a photo like this was given to others, her own disgrace was even spread. His intention to destroy another's marriage is greater than his shame at his behavior. Just finished seeing the fifth photo suddenly entered a message from this number.

“Her husband needs entertainment outside well Mbak indicator is not satisfied or unhappy at home”

“Lain times if you want to photoin the husband of the fit person again sane well Mbak do not wait mabok first" continue how the reaction.

“Do not know the basic shame of hick women.

“You are cinderella cirengbella or the reinforcements are fate njing.. tong sok loba bacot" I wrote with a smile, thank my friend Aurel who has taught the language of thugs.

Finally I issued a pearl to end the unfortunate conversation that he had to write on the night before the early hours of that day. Guaranteed if given the Sundanese language will be rooming and confused answer him hahahhaha.  It was obvious that the woman had deliberately told someone to take a photo of her with Reza. So they did intend to make me and Reza fight. It's now a matter of fighting to prove who will be strong to defend.

If I show this photo to Mas Reza, it would definitely be a fight and I would feel angry at the reaction he showed. He'll make various excuses starting from not consciously doing that, not knowing anyone's photo until then he'll get angry and find out who sent this photo. There is no good ending there is only anger and resentment.

If I now hold back my feelings, find out who sent this photo because the intent is clearly to make me and Mas Reza quarrel. The goal is to make me and Mas Reza separate, meaning that tomorrow I have a storm with Mas Reza their goal is achieved.. Truly like a simalaka fruit, not angry but chest tightened by anger, but angry and quarrel they will achieve what is desired.

I wiped the tears that kept flowing, apparently my stuffing sound was heard by him, Mas Reza suddenly woke up. I hit her head hard with a pillow…

“Awwww... why else would Ra... you like this violence” Mas Reza directly holds his head that is strangled.

“So there are mosquitoes on Mas Reza's cheeks so I gemes just hit the same pillow” I replied while getting off the mattress.

“Where are you?” he asked while rubbing his head.

“Solat tahajud.. pray with God so that the husband is given guidance to be a righteous person and can keep faith” answered me while taking a move to the bathroom. If you want to fight, you must gather a lot of ammunition. Not enough good savings anymore, this soju event drains all the savings of goodness that were abundant yesterday. Ammunition for sincerity and patience should be sent directly from above.

Mas Reza just scratched his head and went back to sleep, I still do not have high enough energy to invite him to pray tahajud congregation, it takes enough time to be able to process. After praying a sense of calm and confidence not to prolong this problem is more certain. Fussing back on this issue will only drain energy, most importantly Mas Reza has admitted his mistakes and will not repeat again, now it just shows that they will not win.

After the drowsiness prayer starts to attack, still 3 hours of sleep deprivation two hours it feels enough to add energy for tomorrow. When I lay myself down felt directly Mas Reza's hand grabbed me, hugged like this even makes me want to cry when it was already feeling immune, to tears without feeling seep out and make the nose back runny… srooks….

“Sorry I yaa…. I promise not to repeat it again” raspy voice Mas Reza in my ear.. And finally the embankment was broken, I turned around and hid the face in his chest crying to remove all the tightness that had been painful and squeezed in the chest, until finally falling asleep.

Everywhere is also the best if already nyesek it nangis lahh…. Likes to be plong just yaaah endingnya aja that is not good..puffy eyes..hadeuuh mannganging tomorrow lecture first day Hasnaa…

Translate :

“Rek so cinderella cirengbella or bala it's the fate of njing.. tong sok loba bacot"

“You become cinderella cirengbella or the reinforcements are fate****.

#apology it is a god-level abusive language that is only issued to reject reinforcements and dedemites. Can't be replicated it's not good

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Helew-helew. Straighten the problem of iddah and puerperium. As a party who has experienced nifas but has never iddah (entong atuh) then there is a dualism story where my brain pabalieut because it has to tell the DNA related to idah and Reza who must fast but don't take long enough. So if the puerperium is 40 days that occur in women who have just given birth to provide an opportunity for their female organs to recover. While iddah was his friend amir. ehhh wkwkwk. sorry should not joke about the rules of religion. Iddah is a time when women separated from their husbands either because of death or divorce must experience a waiting/rest period for 4 months and ten days (this is related to DNA). So the point is actually just the threat Hasna just want to wait 4 months 10 days or 40 days.. Hasna likes to snack.

Sorry if it is wrong to write, thanks for the input because the author is not a god but aka goddess likes to make it wrong. Who needs complete information about nifas, iddah and amir googling.

Create a yesterday left group..ihh like the rich bundle Hasna :) she said strong girl wkwkwkwkwk. each group needs an antagonist and protagonist.heheheheh later back again yaa.. so the protagonist can be antagonist is also okay.no loe no rame.

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