My father-in-law Kang Setur

MKA 9'S

Oh, my God, it hurts so bad. My husband told me to leave the house. "Sorry, Mom." I hugged him right away.

"Deliver!" tell Mas Rayyan but I refuse to let go.

"Adhira, Mas said loose yes loose. One ... two ...."

Astaghfirullah, I repeatedly stroked my chest. Is this hurt when you become a wife?

I let go of the hug, "get ready soon, Maghrib prayer." Pinta Mas Rayyan before exiting the room.

***

The clock is turning, the day is getting late. This small room is getting quieter because Mas Rayyan still doesn't want to talk to me. Right now I am back at the peak of my tiredness in coaxing him, but I am also unable to sleep at the moment since I usually sleep in Mas Rayyan's arms.

"Sleep!" Tell him without facing me.

"No way" my voice was so small but he could still hear it.

"Mas says sleep, yes sleep! It's night!"

'Grep!

"Sorry," I hugged him, he didn't fight back nor did he respond to me.

"Mas, sorry! Please sorryin. Dhira can't sleep if Mas is still angry like this."

"Mas!"

"Hm," finally Mas Rayyan replied to me.

"Sorry!"

"Yes, I slept!" her voice was so soft, I'm sure my husband forgave me.

"Well this is how Dhira can sleep now."

"Oh yeah? Why couldn't I sleep?"

"As for not giving a hug, Dhira can't sleep if not hugged."

"That's really fucking marijuana," while pinching my nose.

"H, baby luggage is possible."

"Yes already, sleep yuk! It's 11 o'clock. Afraid tomorrow our door will be knocked again."

***

"Ma, to the market yuk!" I approached my in-laws who were watching TV.

"What do you want to buy?"

"Nenas sama mustardries, Dhira wants to make pineapple juice mixed with mustard. It's really good for sure!"

"That's it, just wait a minute!" She changed clothes, after five minutes Mama Rima came out of her room. "Just walk away, let's move a lot!" he said it made me only nod.

We also walked, now it has entered nine o'clock in the morning automatically the sun has begun to appear. Our super neighbor approached us, "Mak Rayyan!" call him.

"Eh, Mak Jaka."

"Where are you going with your daughter-in-law?"

"To the market, you want a nitip?"

"No, I went to the market at dawn. I wake up quickly even though I have children. By the way, on foot?"

"Yes, Mak Jaka. Let there be movement of the Dhira."

"Oh, yeah, that's good! So son-in-law don't be lazy."

Huh, it feels like I really want to twist his head to be quiet. "Yes, we go first!" Pamit Mama made me breathe a sigh of relief.

I have wanted to drink ice for a long time, the doctor has banned me because he said the weight of my baby is very normal, do not be too big so as not to be so sick during childbirth.

I usually don't know how many times I drink Ice, to the point that my in-laws are scolding me. Maybe the effect of pregnancy, the innate sultry.

Even though this pineapple juice does not use ice cubes, I think this juice has made me feel relieved. It's so much fun!

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Blurbs:

The story follows the struggle of Zaki, the son of Joseph's father and mother Fatima (in the novel *_Gradiance of Love Nabila_*) to get the blessing of the parents of the idol, Delia Zahwa, who is the daughter of kyai babysitter of the boarding school (in the novel *_Place You With Prayer_*).

Can Zaki complete the challenge given by the girl's parents who have long been in his pursuit in time, so that the two of them can be together?

Follow the story of Zaki in the pursuit of love, only in... *_FINDING LOVE_*