My Beloved Husband

Pray Only

The bus!!

Dad threw his roll, he thought the mother who was lying next to him, did not know that the fierce drops were very similar to him.

"Where's your mom?"

"That's another drama, ahahahaha. I'm here because I'm worried, Dad. I came home from work, didn't see Dad in the living room, Mom said all day to rest and take medicine, is it still sick?"

Dad took a roll, he lay back, lucky there was no gunshot here, he could shoot his son in the head unconsciously for fear.

Afraid that his wife will turn into a man.

Baskara offered his father a follow-up examination, but as usual the man refused and chose an existing examination, it was only a pain that sometimes recurred and when it had relapsed, wanted to rest continuously.

"Yes later I'm with Saka who carries out his duties, Dad can be at home accompanying Mom and Sofi, the three of us work, Aisyah at home there, later if Saka is married, his wife abroad, and so on, The three of you are at home waiting for us to come home!"

"Maybe this is the effect of getting used to work, once it stops the feeling of all body pain, so I think it's better to work. Then, why are you here, not asking your mother enough?"

Baskara turned to her mother who was giggling, if there was Shafiyah, surely the two people would break the silence of this room.

"I'm worried" he said glazed over.

"Soundless boy!" dad grunts. "What are your thoughts so shallow about sick people, huh? Besides, if it's time, whether it's me or your mother, or maybe you, you'll leave, we'll meet again there, ehehehe."

"Why did you say that, ready to die?"

Plaque!

"Brazed kid!" reply father upset, pat Baskara repeatedly until the complaint was heard mother, the woman went to the bed, to the side of the father who was immediately used as a cushion of his head. "He thought I was going to die, Orange!"

I pull my ears, I can joke in such a way, where I pat my son again, until I ask for forgiveness, and then I release my hands from those wide ears.

"What if Mom comes first?"

Father raised his head, looked at mother intact, his eyes glared unacceptable.

"Where can it be, I pull you back, it's good to go first, I don't want to!" said father firmly.

"Ahahahahahaha, look, Bas. Here's how it is alone, try if there are many people or there is Sofi, already not called your mother, forget her!"

"Dad forgot Mom?"

Dad chuckled, "Heh, how could I forget, that I just wear her choice, if she's not there or I ignore, automatically go outside without the right clothes!" obviously while returning to the bed in the lap of the mother. "My head, Orange, pain ...."

Baskara chuckled at her mother who was anxious for her father, both aged, still able to joke, even making their children envious of the atmosphere and closeness they created.

Repeatedly the father complained, whether true or just teasing the mother, and repeatedly also the mother obeyed what her husband wanted.

Baskara was always a witness, even he promised to witness all of it later in the day where they were rediscovered that the two were never wrong in educating him despite their many shortcomings.

"Mom, I'm right here, near you, so if there's anything, just say it!" Baskara lyrics of the man who had fallen asleep again. "For my father's business too, don't hesitate to share with me, he's also my father, ma'am."

"Yes, where I once said to you, just pray that your father is healthy and this is just his adaptation to the condition of the house, accustomed to work, his muscles suddenly invited to relax, obviously surprised, he said, we'll do our best, pray for ya!"

She hugged her mother before returning to Aisyah's room, the pregnant woman must have been hard-earned to sleep just because there was no pakmil nearby.

Baskara's concerns are also felt by the mother, especially she is a wife who spends more time with the father, when their child is far away, who is with the father is himself, the complaints of the father are like oxygen for him.

However, the heart remains prejudiced, the destiny of God no one knows.

"Why wake up again?"

He smiled, "There was no you, change the bus. Now here, who do I see if Sofi and you don't exist, Orange?"

"Oh my God, these little girls!" I can't stop my mom getting into bed. "Don't gini in front of Ice and Nakula loh, shame!"

"Ahahahaha, do we have any shame-away!" dijewer mother again. "Ngga, indeed the candidate Saka really looks like his wife Reno, the third child Disa right?"

"Why is that?"

"No, at least there Saka is not lonely, coming home from work there is cheer hurrah, you know the story Reno, dizzy, home welcomed his wife, vanished already, gone, because Si Disa son three that bring new problems funny, ahahahahahah," explained the father, he also laughed.

"What I heard so, would like to be invited here next month, try to interrogate him!"

"I, he's afraid to see me, not."

"Desa Disa the third child was afraid to meet you with Bas?"

Dad's laughter exploded because the mother's answer was, rightly, Reno's only wife being the only new woman in this big family who likes to fight Baskara when everyone is scared, there was just what he talked about to my father the same as if he thought there were no different humans in this world.

Let alone the father who rarely met, Baskara who was famous for being hard and thin first, Disa still advanced against him.

In that case, you can imagine by the father how the prospective son was.

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"Yanda most of these thoughts, so dizzy all, later if Yanda is dizzy, one house is dizzy!"

"Well, why is that?" Baskara asked for another massage, imitating her father's style on the mother earlier.

"Yes, it's Yanda who works and responsibilities here, Nakula is still Yanda arahin, if Yanda is sick, who is arahin, Saka is also not long here, so it must be healthy, so it must be healthy, be healthy too!"

Baskara kissed the stomach, could have made his wife talk a lot, where while pregnant there was something on the smell of Aisyah, not to mention if angry, more is said until Baskara's ears are hot.

"We go back to the house the day after tomorrow, is it okay?"

"You want to help Nakula and Dad first?" reply Aisyah, and Baskara nodded here. "It doesn't matter, there's mom here, can cook, there's a talkative, I'll go with Yanda."

Basqueas rub the tip of his nose on that distended stomach.

Duk, man,

"Okay, Yanda!"

"Yes!!"

"Jangaaaann, you are, sick to that, Yanda!"

"Ahaahaahahahah, so don't want to sleep, want that, Nda," she whispered.

Hush!

Wanting to refuse, it was already under control, whether as fast as what Baskara took off his clothes until the eggplant on the floor and back covered in blankets, only their heads were visible.

Consider it two couples who are making grandchildren this time, one original grandson, while the other adds nutrition to the grandchildren who have grown. The eldest son who did not want to lose, the full descendant of his father, only lost to the gaze of his mother.

"He knows his Yandya yet, Nda?"

"Don't be weird, it's been visited repeatedly!"

"Ahahahahha, you are the one who provoked me to sparkle, keep it hot!"

"Ssssttt, the next room will hear!" Aisha mouthfeeled her husband. "Yanda, already!" geez, this one man, if banned will be more and more so. "Yandaaaaaa, no, the grandpa doesn't want to be looked at!"

"You, this can come in, tok-tok-tok ...."

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