Mother To Nasha
Part 6's
...~Happy Reading~...
“Three days left right?” hilal asked with a blink of his eyes repeatedly as if he could not wait for three more days where he could break his fast.
Khalifa took a very heavy breath, staring fixedly at the face of the husband who looked so longing for him. Not the heart, actually Khalifa's heart also misses the figure very much. However, he could do nothing but be patient.
Not one or two times Khalifa offered to help her husband, but Hilal refused. The man always assured himself that he was very strong and patiently waited until that moment arrived.
But ... again and again Hilal continues to stare at her like that, then what he must do while his puerperium is not over even more than one week.
“Mas, do you remember the date Illona was born?” ask Khalifa while cupping her husband's sturdy jaw.
For a moment, Hilal fell silent as if he was thinking, “Date five.”
Khalifa nodded her head slowly, “What date is it now?”
Again Hilal fell silent and remembered what day and date for now until after a few seconds, arrived his forehead shriveled and looked at his wife with less certainty, “This is the fourth date right?”
Instantly, Khalifa nodded her head With a smile, “T—but my instant noodles …. “
Hilal remembers clearly, that he bought a cardboard instant noodles as a marker of his wife's puerperium. And this afternoon, when he saw the stock of instant noodles in the drawer he clearly saw that there were only three packs left.
But, back again, he recalled the date of the birth of his second daughter and the date today, certainly not comparable to the contents of that instant noodle wrap.
“Her noodle factory miscalculated Kali ya?” chirps Hilal While thinking.
“Astagfirullah, do not slander so Mas!” Khalifa shook her head.
“Not a slander dear, obviously you know that I take one noodle every day to calculate your puerperium. And now the noodles are only three packs left, while your puerperium should have ended long enough. Or, the date may be the wrong one.”
“Month yesterday there were thirty-five days possible, or more.” Hilal's fall is beyond reason.
“Means don't count on instant noodles anymore anyway. Calculate using calendar dates, after all, if the time has come, it must also break the fast. Cup !’’ Khalifa briefly kissed her husband's lips, which frustrated Hilal even more.
‘’Sayangggg !’’ whining the man as a form of his protest.
‘’What?’’ ask Khalifa to pretend not to understand.
“Ckckc!” Hilal clucked, he was still thinking about where to run a few packs of instant noodles in his closet, why could it be out of sync with the date it should be.
I don't know who's wrong, between the instant noodle factories that manipulate the contents of which there should be 40 packs but it's not so much. Or the date maker in the calendar that entered the wrong number.
In addition, his wife even kissed his lips which made him more tempted, but he was trying to restrain himself that he would not do such a thing.
“You are helped? Gapapa loh, can kok.”
“Now!” reject Hilal for the umpteenth time, “I want to sleep aja, deket same child,” he added immediately rose and followed his two daughters, and followed his daughter, because for him it was better than him to have to seek such satisfaction.
‘Important I have nawarin,’ muttered Khalifa chuckled, between funny but also pity seeing the disappointed face of her husband for losing instant noodles.
...~To be continue …...
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Hial : Mom …
Mommy : Yes Dear …
Hilal : Don't call that!
Mommy: Di stingy
Hilal: Mom, I asked
Mommy: Ask what?
Hilal: Know the phone number of instant noodle factory?
Mommy: What are you doing?
Hilal : Protest why my noodles can be reduced.
Mommy : Where there is less Hilal, if they do not snack on the error of less noodles not up to 40 but less it was at most ha her one two seeds, will not be up to a dozen.
Hilal: Where do my noodles go Mom
Mommy: Yes I don't know, take readers times on nongki in the clock, try tanyain atu2. Who knows they took your noodles to spell your room.
Hilal : Not to be suspected ….
