My Husband Is - Cuek

Positive? Section 3

"Assalamualaik." The voice of someone said a greeting in front. The voice I know. Who else if not my husband.

"Waalaikumusalam."

I folded the blanket that had just dried and deliberately did not come forward to greet him. Apparently this made my husband come to the room immediately.

"Why, Mother?"

"Lipatin blanket. Shower keeps eating. Tumben's coming home at this hour?" ask me while looking at the pile that began to decrease.

"Yes. The meeting is over. So, just go home. Today is a very bad job. Want to spoil at home just as good."

Kumat de lebaynya.

"Yes. Take a shower there."

After Rey stripped off her top clothes, she immediately stepped into the toilet. Not forgetting the gentle kiss landed beautifully on my forehead to make these lips smile.

"Ha, done. Time to put it in the closet." I then walked to the closet and arranged the blanket neatly.

How surprised I was to see Rey's closet. So messy. One closet with a few doors is my clothes and my husband, of course. Because since he decided to sleep in this room, all clothes were moved to this room as well except other items such as books and office supplies.

"Why?" ask Rey who just came out of the toilet.

"That's a real mess, this is your closet, Rey."

"Yes abis if you are busy in the kitchen, you do not take clothes, I take my own. So, that's a mess."

I hold the head. It felt like something was stuck in this head aisle. In my spirit I found clothes for my husband and after that, I immediately took out a mat. All the clothes I put on the mat that was right in front of the closet. I rearranged the clothes one by one. For some reason, I feel uncomfortable when I see something messy or dirty.

"Let Bi Ning do it" said Rey, who was sitting on the back of the bed.

"No papa I did. It's, right, not heavy."

My man then shut up and fiddled with his phone. I deliberately liken the folds of clothes that can not be ironed. Even the clothes that have been ironed are in a mess.

The clothes are in order in a few tens of minutes. The room also looks clean and tidy. This heart is relieved. As I was about to step into the kitchen, these eyes were seized with the sight of the sleeping husband. Since it was starting late in the afternoon, I approached her and tried to wake her up.

My left arm slowly swayed. I looked at that face. Tired maybe because the sway on his arm is not felt at all.

"Wake, Dad. It's afternoon."

Only his lips were pawing.

Plaakkp..

I slapped her cheek. Somehow I felt annoyed to see him just squirming as I woke him up.

Rey wakes up and strokes her cheek. His face certainly looked surprised. He saw me getting away from the bed. Not only was he surprised, but I was too.

"sickness, Mother. Why slapped?"

"I don't like seeing that Dad. Sorry, yes. I don't know why I really don't like it."

Rey still looked at me with a strange look.

"Are you angry because I didn't wake up?"

"No. That's not. Just as Dad was moving around earlier suddenly I don't like."

Either he'll believe it or he won't. Strange indeed.

"I'm sorry mom, yeah, Dad." I approached and stroked her cheek. The real pity, because the slap was loud enough that his voice seemed to fill this room.

"Yes, not papa. Next time don't get slapped again, yeah. It hurts."

**

After dinner, I googled and found out about pregnancy. Some arguments confuse me. Mood changes can occur due to hormones. Likewise with eating large portions and snacking. There is also a photo of the fetus from four weeks to ready for birth. I smiled at every photo. Imagine my son will be beautiful or handsome. As well as airing it born into the world is the happiness of its own mother-to-be felt.

A few minutes later, I sent a message. He'll come here tomorrow. Maybe she'll give me some spiritual watering because I'm pregnant.

I remember when I was not married. The habit of helping you cook is my habit. Although not every day.

"That's if you're pregnant. Let the muscles go weak. Mother used to be like that too. Let his birth be good."

"What is that old girl, Mom? Sari's mom, right, is young."

"The old woman was of an old pregnancy. It's been nine months, Alma. Not the old man."

"Oh," I said while grinning.

"Pregnants are complicated, yes, Mom. It's the truth that people carry heavy burdens and are tortured."

"Ulus. That's not. It's called sport. Not torture. Later if you already know yourself, surely understand."

**

All of my words are still vividly remembered in my brain memory. True what Mother said, soon I will feel it myself. Give birth to my son and become a mother.

"Why smile for yourself?" Rey emerges from outside the room. He entered with a book in his hand.

"I can't wait for my son to be born."

"Hem. If the girls are funny times, yes. I wanna. Must look like me. He said that girls, right, look like his father" Rey said.

"The boy ajalah. The first child is a nice guy," I argue.

"Baby girl," she cheered.

"Baby boy."

"Baby girl."

"You want me to be a taboo again, yeah."

Rey kept quiet to hear my threats.

"Yes. What ajalah. Baby boy or baby girl. I don't know yet, do you."

Finally he relented because my view felt unsightly.

"What's important is healthy, right, Mother." He slightly seduced me and brought his head closer to me.

"Hem," I replied briefly.

I want to be a beautiful girl, too. Buy a cute dress, can be my twin. Buy hairpins, bandanas. However, I think of her good daughter as a sister only. That's just in my opinion.

"You're the second girl, yeah," Rey added.

I looked over and glanced at him and then took a breath. Rey chuckles for a moment. All men can only talk. Because they can't feel what women feel.

"Oh, yeah. Tomorrow I'm here."

"Hem. Room teresin, it's for Mom. Time here never fades. Kan, pity to go home, yes, even if it's not too far."

"Yes. Thanks, yeah. You're so good."

"I was good from the beginning, right."

"Yes. You're good from the sonna. Just keep it closed."

"You open?"

I glanced then glared. Not forgetting one punch landed on his arm.

"So, yeah, the word goes there."

"That's a normal name. No problem, same wife."

"Hem."

Seriate....

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