My husband never loved me

Ngidam fried noodles

"Be careful, baby!" ilham told his wife who had just got out of the car. Quickly, Ilham's hand led his wife as they clasped his shoulders and walked into the house.

Coincidentally at that time, Ms. Sundari had just returned from the minimarket. Seeing Sisi who was exposed by Ilham, terbesit worry on him. He rushed to his grandson to see what had happened to him.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" shouted Miss Sundari, who was behind them. Suddenly, they looked back.

"Grandma!!!!" exclaim Sisi smiled faintly, at his grandmother.

"You why? Are you sick? Your face is pale, you know!" the sweet-faced woman, holding her grandson's face.

"We go in first, Yuk Nek!" ilham said, allowing Sundari to go inside.

The three of them finally went inside, and chose to talk in the living room. Previously, Ilham made drinks and took some snacks in the kitchen to accompany their chat.

Intentionally he took it himself, because the household assistant who worked at his place was lying behind the house.

"Sir, drink the tea first!" tawar Ilham put a cup of warm tea on the table. "Darling, do you want me to make some hot tea?" Now turn to his wife.

"No need, brother! Here, sit by the Side!" push Sisi to pat the sofa next to him so that Ilham sits there.

Seeing that, Ms. Sundari just shook her head over Sisi's potent attitude towards her husband.

"So, what did the doctor say?" continued Bu Sundari whose question was cut by the presence of Ilham.

Before answering a question from his grandmother, Sisi smiled broadly and stroked his stomach which still looked flat. "There's a baby cut, here!" Bu Sundari's gaze turned toward his stomach.

"You, pregnant?" Sisi nodded. "Alhamdulillah!" he continued to gently stroke his grandson. "Ham, you're gonna be Dad!" he smiled at Ilham.

"Yes, Grandma! Thank God, we have been trusted by God! The presence of the angel-to-be in the belly of Sisi, the consummation of our marriage!" ilham is full haru.

"Have you told your mother, baby?" Hearing the happy news, Ms. Sundari immediately remembered her daughter.

"No, Grandma. Later the plan Sisi want to call Mother!" answer the honest side.

Be sure both parents will be happy, hear the news of Sisi's pregnancy. Ustadz Abdullah and Umi Qoniah. They immediately gave thanks to the santri who were in their cottage. And the plan, the day after Umi Qoniah will travel to Singapore to accompany Sisi in the first trimester of her pregnancy.

Now it was time for Yulia and Faisal to hear the good news. Sisi deliberately contacted his mother by making a video call. In addition to being more comfortable, he also missed the figure of his mother very much.

"Assalamualaikum Mother!" Sisi waved his hand at Yulia.

"Waalaikumussalam, baby!" reply Yulia with a sparkling face. "You're healthy, aren't you, baby? How pale is that?" Yulia had already asked her daughter a question.

"Thank God be healthy, Mother! Which father?" Soon Yulia called her husband who was busy with his new hobby, which is collecting several types of ornamental fish.

"Mas, here! This is the nyariin side!" Faisal stopped his activities before approaching his wife. He first washed his hands.

Now Father and Mother have been seen on the phone screen. Faisal misses his little daughter, who now lives far away from him.

"The pregnant side, Dad, Bun!" continued Sisi smiled widely.

Both of his parents were very surprised to hear that. They did not expect, if it would be given a grandchild so soon. After hearing that, they immediately gave thanks in spite of his shock.

"You have to take care of your health, baby, don't be tired. Keep eating nutritious food!" yulia's advice was so enthusiastic.

"Tomorrow Mother there!" he made Sisi feel happy and grateful. Surrounded by the best people in his life, especially now. She needed both of her parents to be next to her.

They ended their conversation with Sisi's request that made her father shake his head. Sisi asked to make food that is rarely found in his residence. Like sambal pecel, specially made by the mother. Not only that, he also wants to make shrimp swabs crispy times that have no match. And all that must be realized, otherwise the threat 'later my baby ileran!'

At night, at 23:00 Singapore time. Sisi woke up from his sleep. His stomach was sore, even though at dinner last he ate a lot. But his appetite has increased. Wake up her husband, who was asleep.

"Sister, wake! Sis!" whine while patting her husband's cheek gently. But, there has been no movement from Inspiration. So that makes Sisi sobbing.

Hiks..hisk. To make Inspiration disturbed from his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes, after opening perfectly. Inspiration soared in shock, finding his wife who had sobbed.

"What's wrong with you, baby?" Inspiration approached, on the embrace of his wife's shoulders and pulled into his arms. "Are you having nightmares?" Not getting an answer, Ilham asked again.

"The hungry side, brother. Brother from earlier woke up, don't want to wake up!" said Sisi terbatan, due to crying.

Inspiration closed his eyes for a moment, "what do you want to eat?" Then ask again.

Sisi picks up her phone, after which fiddles with her. After finding what she was looking for, she showed it to her husband.

A photo, fried noodles that look good at dinner, at night.

"Side wants this!" At first glance Ilham frowned while scratching it with his index finger.

"Yes, my brother is the same as the kids!" Ilham will move to his cafe, because he believes the cafe is still open if it is still at that hour. A moment later, it was pulled by Sisi's arm.

"No, Brother! Her side wants to make her own sister!" Inspiration immediately gawked at what his wife said.

"Sister!" Sisi nodded, like a person who was welding. "Sister.how can!"

Hearing that Sisi immediately scowled, and again laid his body again on the mattress. After that, she came back crying. Ilham immediately beristighfar, and in persuaded his wife not to sulk again. With the promise, he can cook fried noodles for him.

They are in the kitchen, right now. Inspiration to take the ingredients first in the refrigerator. Like eggs, mustard, and sausages. Do not forget the leeks as a flavoring of his cooking.

Before starting to cook, he was seen first sharsing on google the way and seasonings are used. He followed what was ordered on google, after all. Now it was time for him to taste his cooking.

He scoops a little bit of the noodles, after which he tasted them. However, he immediately shook his head, and the look on his face was difficult to decipher.

To be continued