My Belittle Husband
SEVEN MONTHLY
I don't feel like I'm getting to seven months old.
"Dek, he said the day after the seven-month event, not shopping needs?"
I who was now sitting relaxed on the chair glanced at Mas Fakhri who was now a confused face.
"Where's the money?" ask me while raising my right hand asking for money.
Although there are no more rations of one hundred thousand a week, Mas Fakhri still still counts if spending money for shopping, let alone spending more than two million.
"Yesterday, didn't you love me?" ask Mas Fakhri confused.
Hello, Mum! Five hundred thousand if to make a seven-monthly event where enough, buy the chicken just how many kilos if it is willing to invite the surrounding residents although not all.
"Mas, five hundred thousand money to buy a chicken how many kilos have run out, let alone eggs and chicken this month is rising in price, not to mention buying vegetables, the season, all of this all-round buying, all of this, Mas. Shame if you get a shortage when entertaining people," I said while drinking milk pregnant women.
Mas Fakhri pouted, then with a face that was so heavy he took money of two million rupiah from his pants pocket.
I don't know where Mas Fakhri always keeps the money fortunately in trading, all this time I only receive from the hands of Mas Fakhri.
"Yes, here's the money, Mas. Later let Mother same Mamak who shopping needs for mitoni tomorrow the day after tomorrow," said I finally.
Mas Fakhri just sat next to me and watched the series of flying fish that used to be a favorite movie of the Mother-emak era know, and, so even with me even though it is not legal right so Mother-emak because the tole has not been brojol.
"You want to make coffee, Mas?" I ask when I will move to the kitchen to return my used milk glass that has been used up.
"Em, may, do not black coffee, yes," pinta Mas Fakhri.
I just shook my head slowly, wanted to drink good coffee but every time I went to trade did not want to buy a lot of coffee at least one rentenglah, rather than having to scatter in the shop.
I made Mas Fakhri a coffee, then drove him to the television room again.
"Now, Mas. The coffee, still hot do not origin seruput," I warned.
Habit Mas Fakhri, when his favorite coffee is finished, just made directly shaved, even though the coffee is still very hot.
"Yes, Deck."
Mas Fakhri sipped coffee little by little, blew it and inhaled the aroma of coffee.
"Enak, Mommy?" I asked when I saw the expression of his face that enjoyed drinking coffee.
"Enak, Deck. Steady taste of coffee," said Mas Fakhri while rejuvenating.
I smiled sweetly, then whispered right in my dear but stingy husband's ear.
"If it's good, tomorrow-tomorrow buy a lot of your allotment money yes, Mas."
Then I covered it into the room.
...****************...
The seven-monthly event was solemn, I always spread sanyum to the citizens, while Mas Fakhri slightly pouted his face.
Maybe because seeing the food portions of the residents when taking a meal and chicken side dishes are so extraordinary.
I was only able to sigh and then rub his shoulders gently, I whispered words that did not know whether the mempan mengas eased Mas Fakhri's unsightly pouting face.
"Mas, don't be pouting, it's all for our good, too, your future son, they're all coming at our invitation, also they are here praying for the child and his mother to be healthy and smooth during childbirth," I whispered to Mas Fakhri.
I rubbed my stomach softly, in my heart made my son not to go down the stingy nature of his father, not anything, although stingy so I love him, I love him, only Mas Fakhri would accept me who was not as perfect after the events in my past, because others just know my beautiful physique and my S1 education.
Mas Fakhri looked soft, I looked back for a moment, looking at my busy Mother-in-law and Mother-in-law at the back, it was not nice to let them both be sober.
"Mom, there's something I can help you with" I told Mom.
"Eh, nothing is done, just wait for the others to finish eating, then wash the dishes," replied Mother.
"Let me help, Mom."
"Have, don't you, just take a break." Mother-in-law came while carrying clean dishes, probably finished washing dishes.
"But, Mum. Later you guys ketapean, after all, there is Mbak Dina, later let me be the same Mbak Dina who was washing dishes."
"Uwes to, it's okay to be there again, this mother also wants to go forward."
The event ended in an orderly manner, not forgetting the prayer of salvation for me and my future son was thrown from the lips of the citizens who came.
"Thank God, thank you for praying, Mothers" I said.
"Amin, pray that my granddaughter will be born safely" said my mother.
Mas Fakhri now no longer frown, his face smiled and returned a greeting from the citizens with a soft speech.
I smiled with relief at that, just afraid that the residents who came were uncomfortable if Mas Fakhri's face was still pouting earlier.
Fortunately, it did not happen, otherwise, it was not only me who was ashamed, but Mas Fakhri and our parents, fearing that they would be mistaken for not sincerely inviting the citizens.
...****************...
The smell of my cooking smells very good, sambal terasi, rice that is still steaming warm, lalapan cassava leaves, also tilapia fish.
I deliberately cooked well today, considering we were both going to Midwife to check up and USG to see the gender of our son.
"Mas! Mas Fakhri ! Eat first, Mas!" I screamed from the dining table.
"That smells good" said Mas Fakhri who came from the living room.
"It's done counting fortunately, so, will go to the Midwife," I told Mas Fakhri .
"Yes, so really, Deck. Calm down, do not worry you," he replied while sitting down, then Mas Fakhri took rice, sambal terasi, lalapan, and tilapia pindang.
"Let's a bit of a whim, Dek. You see, Jono wants to bring goods here, Mas merchandise is out of stock, tomorrow can not trade if the goods are not available from now on," said Mas Fakhri.
I just nodded, the important thing is to leave, because today I will also buy baby equipment that I do not have at all.
I sat down, then caught up with Mas Fakhri eating voraciously.
"Enak, right, Mas. If the allotment of spending money is more than a hundred thousand, no more need to eat salted fish, anchovies, tofu and tempeh," I said to Mas Fakhri.
Mas Fakhri just grinned, huh.
At eleven in the afternoon, Mas Fakhri and I had just left for the Midwife's house, fortunately the queue was not long, so I did not need to feel sore when I had to sit in the waiting chair for a long time.
Seven months pregnant has made me short of breath, walking hard, fortunately not swollen feet considering the size of my stomach even though it was only seven months.
When my name was called, Mas Fakhri was also asked to come in by the assistant Doctor, then not long ago the Doctor came, asking me to sleep in the bed that had been provided.
My stomach was given a gel that felt very cold in the stomach, then the voice of the Midwife sounded enthusiastic when explaining the location of the legs, hands, and then saw the gender of my son, he said, and the location of the head that has been reversed although not perfectly straight on the way out of the baby later.
"Well, the gender is male, ma'am. Congratulations, the water is enough," said the obstetrician.
When I heard my son's heartbeat, I felt like crying and so did Mas Fakhri, his eyes looked red, one year married and then I could get pregnant.
When finished, I asked for the print of the USG image and then attached it to the book KMS Pregnant women, Mas Fakhri is currently redeeming vitamins.
"Mas, Adek, would like to buy all the baby equipment," I said.
Hearing that, without a lot of words, Mas Fakhri spent a lot of red money.
Uh, tumben once without saying anything directly give money?
But never mind, I took the money and bought the baby gear I needed.
"Thank you, Mom," I said before going to the next room to pick out baby clothes.
# connected
don't forget the readers
👇
Love, content, gifts, support, and votes yes readers ter the bast. Let the Author get excited about the story
Thank you🙏🙏
Don't forget to follow Author ig @selvi_julianengsih
