My Husband Is - Cuek

Day H event

"Nisa," I said to her. He just came out of Mom's room and fixed his veil.

"Eh, Miss Alma." He smiled so widely.

"Why are you from my mother's room?" my search.

"Oh, Nisa just finished praying, Ma'am. Last time, replace with Ms. Mira. Nisa was also waiting for the oven. Afraid the ball's charred," he explained. Not to forget with a beautiful smile again emanated from his shady face.

"Em, I want to ask you?"

"Ask what, Ma'am?"

"What was behind that door that was you? I thought it was your brother, but he was, had moved to Surabaya," I asked back. Actually I know it was him. Because I saw it for myself, but I just want to know if he's gonna be honest or not.

"Yes, Mother. I was hiding. Coincidentally I only wear 3/4 sleeves and I also rhyme again. So, I wait for Madam Alma and Mas Reyhan to enter the house. I'm ashamed that Ms. Alma has seen." His face was slightly red. I don't know why I'm a little weird about the answer. But, it's okay. At least he wasn't lying.

I nodded and said, "Okay. Oh, ja. Denger-denger you just graduated ... ? E, what's that called? If public school is the same as high school, that's it."

"Madrasah Aliyah" he answered.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes, Mother. I'm gonna try the scholarship test in Egypt. Who knows if I can get in. Umi wants me to be like my late grandfather. Could be a famous cleric."

Nisa's family is known as a religious family. His grandfather and uncle could also become famous scholars.

"So you don't think about marriage?"

"Huh? The marriage? Yeah, think, Mommy. But I'm not ready. I still want to go to school and look for the widest insights. Yes, although a lifetime would definitely be lacking to seek out worldwide insight."

Suddenly I was amazed. The girl who grew up this day, really long way of thinking. Although he was the youngest child who was mostly spoiled, but different from him. It's so wrong for me to hate a good girl like Nisa.

"I'm sorry, yes, Nis."

"What's it for, Mommy?"

I smile. "Make me think bad."

"elsa." Mother's voice broke our conversation.

"Yes, Mom."

"Here a minute."

I walked to Mom's room. This wrinkled woman was sitting on the bed holding a cloth.

"Try, here." He was holding a shirt. More precisely a dress.

"Alma's there, ma'am's a robe."

"Sir papa. I intentionally wanted to love you. Good huh? It's expensive, you know, 250 grand."

For Mom, that price is expensive. But, for Alma it was ordinary.

"Mom. Alma's game costs 500 grand."

Mom's face changed.

"You don't want this game? If you don't want to, I'll give it to Nisa."

"Don't dong. I want to." I snatched a light brown robe from Mom's hand.

"Good, really, Mom. I like it."

"I don't feel like mom's son wants to be a mom." Mom approached me.

His eyes sparkled showing an expression that I could hardly describe. What was clear there was sadness. Or it could be happiness.

"Mother why?"

"Your mother remembers when she was pregnant. It feels so happy. Your father always loved what you wanted. Until the time you were born, your mother's hair was snapped as tight as it felt pain."

"Is giving birth that painful, ma'am?" manya curious.

"sickness. It lasts up to 10 hours. Not to mention if the exit is sewn because it is torn, sewn not drugged. Hem, the pain is incredible. Father's hand until I bite. But, your father was silent and did not dare to scream in pain." Mom laughed in the story.

It's a little scary to hear this woman who gave birth to me. Is it right to give birth to a baby into the world to such a terrible thing?

"Alma was scared, Mom."

"Not to be afraid, dear. After our struggle with pain, you will feel immeasurable happiness when you see your little baby."

Mom held my hand. He tried to encourage me even though I was still imagining what my mother was saying. But I believe and believe. The nature of a woman is childbirth. Also includes pregnancy and breastfeeding.

**

This afternoon's show is over. The study mothers have been splashing out after enjoying the dishes we have made since yesterday. From their faces, looks of satisfaction. The average plate looks empty.

"Well, the food is good. Is Miss Mira deliv?" ask Dusty-colored veiled mom.

"No, Ma. That's Alma who made it. Bolu cheese."

"Enak, yeah. Alma pinter for the cake" he said.

**

My smile still emanates when I remember the compliments of the study mothers. Although there were some of them who showed mediocre expressions, but I was quite satisfied.

"Let Nisa go, Ma'am," said Nisa when she saw me carrying an empty plate.

Nisa also took the plate from me and took it to the kitchen. Maybe I misjudged Nisa. I regretted thinking and saying a little harshly to the girl.

After taking care of the mat and sweeping the floor, I stepped into the room. Inside there was a husband waiting. Of course he was busy with his smart thing. After I got closer, apparently he was surfing on social media.

"Dad again what?"

"Sir papa. Just look at the group."

I frowned. "Someone's parents?"

He's lookingat me. "You mean?"

I folded my arms in front of my chest. My husband smiled thinly.

"Nothing I miss now. I just miss, want to quickly see the child who is still five months the womb." He gently caressed my stomach. Of course he switched the conversation, but, as long as it can make me happy, of course, it doesn't matter at all.

In the evening after the prayer, we talked together in the family room. Even though it is only a pink floor mattress, this togetherness I really enjoy. Especially Rey. The habits of the father that he did not know, now became know. Including forgetting to close the toilet door when finished entering it.

Laugh for a few minutes. Then, going back to chatting made this heart feel happy. Moreover, tonight's chatter could bring my family and Rey closer.

"Son Reyhan. Why is Papa just for a second? Is he busy?"

"Yes, Mom. Papa's a little busy. Because I'm not in the office, so Papa's all that taking care of."

"Oh," Mother replied while nodding.

"Sorry, yes, Mom. Next time I'll have Papa come by here again."

"No papa, son. I just asked. Office business is, right, important. It's not just money. But also the affairs of many. The stomach of many. How could it be if it was left that way."

These eyes look towards the mother. I don't know why every word that comes out of his mouth really means anything to me. All this time I was just judging, Rey's work only concerned with the money. Without thinking of employees who also depend on their lives in the company.

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