One Big Dipper Two Love

The extra part 3

“Stooop! Honey, what do you want?” Hanges who had just entered the house, after performing Isya prayers in the mosque, swung wide steps towards Harum with worry.

“Mas Hangga ngagetin aja ih!” Fragrant who was sitting watching television and then stood up, surprised by the call of her husband.

“Sorry, Dear. I'm afraid you want to do something. Don't say anything, darling. Let all the people do the work. What do you want, honey?"

It was so sweet to breathe heavily. This is the behavior of the Hanges now. Since Harum was declared pregnant, Hangga treated her very excessively. Fragrance is not allowed to do anything while Hangga is at home. All the work done Harum, all taken by Hanges. Wash clothes, wash dishes, nyapu, mopping, all done by Hangga.

Everything Hangga did because of excessive worry. Hangga is afraid that the miscarriage that Harum had experienced two years ago, happened again in this pregnancy.

“I don't want anything, Mas. My guy wants to grab a drink.”

“Let us get you a drink. My beautiful wife wait here ya.” Just now, Hangga said that, there was a cry from the voice of his daughter Yuda saying his greetings.

“Assalamualaikum, Mom. Assalamualaikum, Papi Hangga,” exclaims Little fragrance with cheerful steps.

Now Harum Little has attended an Islamic-based primary school. Longer school hours, namely morning to afternoon, relieve the task of Harum because not only Harum who had to take his daughter Yuda. Sometimes Little Harum left and went home from school with Yuda-sang papi, sometimes also with papi Hangga.

Ah, yes. Now Little Fragrance no longer calls Hangga with the designation ‘Om’ but rather ‘Papi Hangga.’ Fragrant Husband protested because his wife was called ‘Mami’ while he was called ‘Om’. The different mentions between him and Harum made him feel like a stepfather.

“Waalaikum greetings,” sahut Harum and Hangga in unison.

“Harum Mahendra, please take care of Mami for a moment. Papi Hangga wants to grab a drink for Mami first,” said Hangga.

The two women named Harum giggled at the words of Hanges. More precisely, they are always tickled by each of the Hanges calling his daughter Yuda with the title ‘Harum Mahendra’.

After all, the two women are both named ‘Harum’. If Hangga calls with the name ‘Harum’ only, surely both will look. While Hangga does not want to call the little girl with the name ‘Harum Babe’ or ‘Harum Beautiful’. Because ‘Harum Darling’ and ‘Harum Cantik’ are just nicknames for his beloved wife. Point.

Now Hangga calls her daughter Yuda ‘Harum Mahendra’.

Hangga immediately moved towards the kitchen without waiting for a small Harum answer.

Fragrant just bobbing head to see the behavior of her husband, then he again took a position sitting on the sofa in front of the television.

“Sini, Darling!” Harum patted the seat beside him, giving little Fragrant an invitation to sit down.

“I want to join Papi Hangga ah.” Not heeding the invitation of the woman who had been considered as her own mother, Little Fragrance even ran after Hangga.

“Papi Hangga want to do?” tanya Little Fragrance stood next to Hangga who was busy pouring a few spoons of milk into a glass.

“Mau make milk for Mami,” replied Hangga glanced at the little girl at a glance, without stopping her activities making milk.

“I want dong, I want dong,” exclaimed Little fragrant when the milk made by Hangga was ready to be taken to the middle room where his wife sat watching television.

“No way, Honey. This is pregnant milk for Mommy. Harum Mahendra can't drink this.”

“Why? Is milk healthy?”

“Iya, but this is special milk for pregnant women. If you are not pregnant you can not drink this milk.”

“Oh, who is not pregnant can not drink this milk afraid later so pregnant huh?” The little girl asked critically.

“But, I want milk,” whine Little fragrant spoiled.

“OK, papi make milk for Harum Mahendra. Wait yes.” Finally he made milk for his daughter Yuda rather than the fussy little girl. Lucky on the shelf there is a stock of milk powder sachet commonly used fragrant to make donuts.

“Thank you, Papi Hangga.” Little fragrance smile adorable.

“Sama-sama, Darling.”

Two glasses of milk and a glass of water are ready and placed in the tray. Hangga brought the tray to where Harum sat, while little Harum accompanied the steps of Hangga beside him.

“Humaira dear, this is drinking and milk.” Hangga who was still wearing a cocoa shirt and sarong put the tray on the table.

“Cock milk anyway, Mas?” Smelling grimaced staring at the glass filled with milk on the tray.

“Drink water first, keep drinking milk. A little yes, please,” persuade Hangga. During this pregnancy, his wife was very difficult if asked to drink milk.

“Iya Humaira dear, drink milk first,” timpal Little fragrance follow along, ending with a small giggle.

“Nah tuh, hear the word Harum Mahendra.” Harum laughs at Hangga's slurs.

The thirsty fragrant took the glass filled with white water and gulped it down half the toilet.

“Well, now drink milk yes, dear.” Hanga thrust a glass of milk in front of her fragrant lips.

It was fragrant to shake his head.

“Why don't you want to drink milk?” ask Hanges.

“The pregnant husband is not good, Mas. It feels rich there is a taste of iron. I don't like.”

“Times anyway?”

“Try me to drink, if you don't believe.”

The mango drank a little milk. “Neither ah, it tastes milk kok,” he said.

“Newly little, again try,” sahut Harum.

Hangga drank the milk again to spend half of it.

“Astgfirstuloh,” squeal Little fragrance while closing his mouth.

“What's up, Honey?” ask Harum.

“Why did Papi Hangga drink that milk?” A small fragrance quickly extended her hand to touch the stomach of Hangga. “What's finished this Papi Hangga will also be pregnant?” ask her with a tense face.

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