My Beloved Husband

He's Coming

The long-awaited has arrived, today on a warm night and soon it will get warmer because the complement is present, the mother waits impatiently on the porch of her house.

The middle-aged woman who remains beautiful at her age who is no longer young, looks as typical as mothers who want to look good in front of their children, no upset or sad, grievous, the smile is wide.

"I love you, this child is the bond of our love, the fruit of our love and heart, I am happy to get you to be my wife, Orange.." father's voice clapped again in mother's ears, his sweet smile widened, he swallowed his saliva repeatedly, longing to continue to befall the torment in his mind. "Don't move much and want to, if you want anything let me just. He's a boy, he'll be a strong figure and love you!"

"What about our baskara?"

"She's our love rope, without her, maybe we'll never be together, thank you for being the best mom to her, love her even though I'm cruel to you, I love you." father's eye glint was again drawn in the mother's eyeball. "Don't leave me, right now it's hard for me to imagine if you go, die let me be, Orange...."

"Why can't I go first?"

Mother lowered her head, she linked the fingers that felt warm despite the night wind that hit her repeatedly on the porch of the house.

"I don't know what life is like and what if you stay, but I'm sure, if I leave, my children will make you strong, I can't. The husband always depends on his wife!"

"So, are you saying that the husbands out there are wrong because they think their wives are weak?"

Dad nodded confidently and deeply, his gaze was always firm and gentle on mother, the kiss on the forehead was again comfortable and real.

"It is not men who strengthen women, but on the contrary, that power is of soul and taste, not of reason. More men never use the feeling of thinking, okay?"

Both Baskara, Saka and Shafiyah, the three children did not escape the gesture and look in their father's eyes, although Shafiyah was adorable, but the firm side of the father was in the soul of the big pregnant woman.

"Mom, Saka and Arsy have arrived .. raise your face!"

Mother wiped her mischievous tears down, just remembering her husband was able to melt her firmness, the mother's smile widened, her lips quivering, her son was already standing before her eyes, even kneeling in front of her.

"What is this, why wait for me with tears?" kelakar Saka who immediately got the news from Baskara, spoke loudly to their mother. "Douh, Buuu.. Look at your son this one, I'm wrong, he always hit me!"

Whaaat!

Baskara endak pulled Saka's arm, could-can act so in front of their mother, complaining of guilt with a sad face, refused to be punished.

"Bas, don't do that, let's apologize!" tell mom while holding a smile on Baskara.

Baskara glared at Saka, seconds later they both laughed and Saka was in her mother's arms.

"Where's my rendition, Buuuu?"

"Abaaaang, that's it, yes ask me news, I'm even asking rendang!" Arsy protest.