My Choice of Woman

Episode 197's

Episode 197: A New Life Just Grows

“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullah wabaraktuh,” Ilham say hello before entering his house.

Ms. Tin who had been on guard had finally opened the door. “Wa’alaikumusalam, Mr.”

Inspiration noticed the gaze from the sleepy face of Bu Tin. He was convinced Farah had fallen asleep because she had been home for a long time than usual. “Bu Tin just went to sleep, let me close the door.

Bu Tin nodded and directly walked towards his room. The wait to wait for her employer to come home was finally over.

Inspiration has locked the door. He walked to the living room where Farah fell asleep in a long chair. He seemed very peaceful and loyal to Inspiration. Inspiration becomes moved when remembering all of that. He carried Farah's body to move her to the room. As usual, Farah when she fell asleep, she would not be bothered with anything even though her body had moved.

Inspiration put his wife's body in bed. After that he tidied up Farah's reading book and put it back on the bookshelf.

“Lately Farah has been reading fiction books a lot.”

After everything was neat, then Ilham covered Farah's body with a blanket. Not to forget there was a sweet kiss landed on Farah's forehead. “I love you, but I'm afraid of speaking honestly which results in our relationship. I don't want us to be like other people or people who pretend to be happy when their hearts are hurt. I don't want a relationship like that.” Inspiration shook his head.

Now Ilham was cleaning himself up, and changing his clothes to a regular T-shirt. He lay down near Farah, who was sleeping with his composure. Occasionally Ilham bathed Farah's face and gently touched her slightly chubby cheeks. Inspiration doesn't dispute that. For him, Farah's body changes were commonplace. In the early days of marriage, Farah's body tended to be thin.

Inspiration to remember something. Several times he also realized Farah had been nauseous and always avoided the pungent smell. “You also often eat fruit. Are you pregnant?”

Inspiration hugged his wife's body. She imagined what if Farah was pregnant with her child. “But, why haven't you told me?”

Inspiration sleep all become comfortable and warm.

***

“Assalamu’alaikum, I'm home Farah.” Ilham smiled happily when he came home with a basket of fresh strawberries.

Just as he opened the door, the view was astounding. “Why are you here, Ann?”

The girl named Anneline smiled. He had been talking to Farah. “You forgot yes? I am your wife, Ilham.”

“Not! Not!” Ilham. He dropped the basket containing the strawberries. “Farah! Explain what really happened?”

Farah kept ducking. His eyes did not dare to look at Ilham. The look on his face was very grim and continued to hide anger.

“Farah, answer me!” Inspiration approached Farah who was sitting on the sofa. His hand crumpled his robe to leave a trail of tangles.

“Did you forget, Mom? Maak Anneline is also going to be your wife, your second wife,” replied Farah in a very soft voice like submerged in water.

“What do you mean? What's the matter?” Inspiration is getting confused. He really can't remember since when Anneline could be his wife.

“You are very forgetful, Inspiration. Not that night, after driving me home. We do that. You slept with me, and you promised to marry me. Even I've had a month. I'm sure this is your son.” Anneline smiled, she stroked her flat stomach like there was a life just beginning.

“Cannot be! I never did that! You're a liar, Ann!” Inspiration groans fiercely. The muscle in his head is visible because it resists the inability of what is happening right now.

“I never lied to you, I told you the truth. And I I brought evidence that explains everything.” Anneline took some photos in her bag. All the photos are poses Ilham and Anneline who sleep in the same bed and without clothes.

Ilham gasped. “It wasn't me! I never did that!” Inspiration then touched Farah's hand. “Trust me I never did, you trust me, right?”

Farah bowed lethargic and shook her head. “Did Mas forget, if I am part of you means we have to share the taste, share anything including the past. I'm always open to Mas, but why are you the opposite? You covered all this up. For what?”

Ilham. “I really never did. I'm sorry if I've never been open to you. Please believe me, Farah.” Inspiration still asks for the trust of his wife.

“You want to avoid especially, Inspiration? Everything is clear,” timpal Anneline.

“I've never done that!”

****

“No! Nah! No!”

“Mas, mas wake up!” Farah shook the body of Inspiration. She woke up because her husband was delirious.

“Mas Inspiration, wake.”

“Mas why? Last time Mas shouted like that,” said Farah.

Ilham finally sat down next to his wife while wiping her sweaty face. He glanced at the clock on the wall of his room. The clock shows at two in the morning.

“I'm a nightmare because I forgot to read a prayer and there is something forgetfulness,” Ilham replied.

Farah scrunched her forehead. Her face slightly tangled with a long negligee dress did not reduce the value of her beauty. “Couple moreover?” tanyakanya.

“A kiss before bed, you haven't given it to me yet, you know!” The inspired face frowned like a child who was not bought candy.

“Mas Ilham was his moon last night so sleepy wait for you.”

Inspiration stroked the top of Farah's head. He felt how soft the crown of hitm his wife had. He really took care of that beauty.

“Sorry yes, there was business to be done.”

Suddenly Farah hugged her husband's body. “Lately Mas often have a sudden affair and go home late at night. I'm so worried.”

Instantly, Inspiration did not answer. He was still worried about how to tell the truth between himself and Anneline. He was afraid that Farah would get further away and make him a stranger.

“Sorry, if I worry you often. Can I ask you something?” He still stroked the top of Farah's head that was still hugging her body.

Farah let go of his embrace. He looked softly at the man who had been with him this year's greetings. “Bby, Mas want to ask about what?”

“Does your month already menstruate?” ask Ilham.

Farah's eyes widened. He smiled meaningfully. “Mas calculates my menstrual schedule, yes?”

“Eh!” Instantly Ilham's face flushed.

“It's been a month more I haven't had my period yet, Mas.” Farah ducked. He slightly stroked his stomach. “Mas already know yes?”

“So right? Every morning you always nausea vomiting because there ...”

Farah nodded. “Yes, a life, maybe. But I haven't checked it at all. Said Bu Tin, all these signs of pregnancy.”

Between happy and sad. Inspiration is happy because there will be a little angel who comes in the middle of his small family. However, sadness is why happy there are always people who will ruin it.

Farah looked at the slightly moody look on Ilham's face. “Mas again sad yes?”

Ilham. “I'm happy, tomorrow you check yes.”

“Tomorrow? You mean in the morning? It's two o'clock in the morning, Mas.” Farah laughed a little.

“I forgot.” Inspiration came laughing while scratching the back of his head that did not itch.

“Mas want to go to bed again or I make warm tea?” ask Farah.

Inspiration grabbed Farah's body and gently stroked her stomach. “If it were a life, I hope you took care of it.”

Farah just nodded. A speck of his happiness stopped by in the middle of his little family.

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