ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 168: NOT A DREAM

Gilang and Gita do not continue activities that if only make something heated up with each other. They're just kidding. As much as possible Gilang diverted his desire not to disturb his wife for the sake of their children.

Even though it is a haqiqi bath needs. But the desire to care for and protect the child and the wife for him is more important.

Now the two of them have eaten lunch made by Gita. I don't know, if the child in Gita's stomach is all girl, who is sure to here Gita does like to go to the kitchen. Joking with the stove, cooking utensils and all food recipes. So that he is more skilled in the business of making snacks and food.

"Mrs ... There was a Gibran chat A'a. He said that tomorrow he has fixed A'a to Jakarta. All right, A'a wants to interlink files for a re-list. Want to come?" Silang where ever shut anything from the Gita, office affairs to whatever it is.

"Lazy cape on road A'. Just like the kids at home. Can you?" Their babies are not yet born. But the blood clot that gradually formed into a human skeleton in his stomach was already Gita considered there, for he made a friend to chat. For he believed they could hear and had a heart to feel things. Communication early on in their prospective baby for the Gita is a kind of entertainment. Also an opportunity that he should enjoy and be grateful when they have been entrusted in his womb.

"Rare you sure you're staying?"

"A'a time you're not sure if Eneng wants to be at home." Gita reassured her husband.

"Kali Eneng wants to play to Mama Indira." Bargain to Gita. Yes, Indira is the mother of his wife. But why look distant and have no kangennya on his own parents.

"Kangen. But don't want to cape on A' Street'." Gita prefers her pregnancy because she gives up longing for her parents.

"A'a two days in Jakarta, ain't papa?" ask Gilang again.

"Ga papa's. Consider it an exercise. Later will also be every Sunday will stay A'a college." Answer the Gita rationally.

"He'em. Sorry about Neng. Sorry dad, kids." Gilang rubbed Gita's stomach.

"Ga needs to apologize. This is both of us. The important thing is to be trustworthy." Gita's smile widened.

"God willing. You're my reason for continuing to be loyal and loyal." Gilang always asked God on his side to keep his heart from all temptations that might disappoint Gita.

"A'a to the office again?"

"Yes ... Wanna come?"

"Ga ... I want to sleep after this. It's not papa, is it?"

"That's what A'a wants. Take a lot of rest. Let our children be healthy." The answer. Oath mom mother all who read, on want to have a ghost like Gilang is almost perfect this.

Their house was always deserted, Gilang had returned to the office. Gita has chosen to lock herself in the room. Of course it is much different from the atmosphere of Muna's house which already has two children. Moreover, Aydan's age is 3 years, of course he has become a specialist in ravaging the house. Yeah ... Although not all sides of the house that he made scattered. Because he has his own space in the business of playing.

Time passes, days change. That means now Gita is really alone in the house he occupied. Her husband left after breakfast. Half a day passed, the Gita still did not feel alone. There is Bi Inah who accompanies his afternoon with all the stories and cooking science that he can absorb to know.

But not with his new night of greeting. Being in a room that only he inhabited himself, it turned out to make him a nelangsa.

The tip of his eyes was already dewy. Especially when she sipped pregnant milk that she made herself. Gita's used to having a husband on her side. He even treated her like a princess.

She was already good at cooking and serving her husband, but not with pregnant milk. Gita remains spoiled by the man. The side of the pot appeared when it came to their prospective children.

"Right ... Drink your milk tonight, yeah." Wipe it on her stomach, will compromise on the baby branch inside there.

Huh ... The milk cannot be swallowed. It was precisely her tears that fell in numbers not a little. Why that selebay. Gita who yesterday refused Gilang's invitation to come with him. But why now, it was precisely him who was this sad. When alone in their room.

Gita wants to be a strong wife, who can live a normal life when the husband is not with her. But why is his heart not in harmony with his logic. Gita hates this atmosphere.

Still in her struggle stage sipped her pregnant milk. Smartphones ringing. Looks like a blue icon thrashing on the screen, want to be touched immediately so that the comminication is immediately connected.

"The night of my children. What are you guys doing?" Sapa Gilang cheerful across the device.

There's no answer. Gita's cell phone camera even only shows the sky of their room.

"Mrs ... What again?" Gilang said hello back.

"Again drink milk, A' ..." Gita replied but the brave eel showed her puffy and tangled face from crying alone.

"Where is the glass ... Is it empty yet?" ask Gilang slowly. Samar Gita sees her husband in the car.

"Not yet a'..." Honestly, Gita still does not want to change the position of the camera phone. She didn't want her husband to know she was crying. He did not want to be burdened by it.

Immediately stand up and take a tissue to clean the remaining tears that moisten his eyes.

Then take a comb to tidy his hair that was tangled masai.

"Why is A'a's new wife in the house has not been 24 hours has it turned into a room sky huh?" Gilang curious, why since then Gita's face has not appeared on flat objects that are clearly adrift each other but do not bring up the face he missed.

Gita immediately grabbed her phone with her left hand, then held a glass of milk in her right hand.

Like a model acting in front of a camera. Gita finished the drink up the toilet.

Her smile widened, not only because it had shown her husband if the milk was over. But he is happy to be able to fight the laziness of spending his own milk.

"Mrs ... Don't wipe the milk marks on the edges of his lips." Said Gilang still in front of the camera with a background that looks like Gita poultice it where.

"Huh ..." Gita's confused. But move from his position to make sure if his vision is not wrong.

"A'a at home ...?" Gita is still holding her phone with her left hand. Exactly like a person who is reflecting while walking, towards the outside of his room towards the living room will approach the main door.

"Eneee." Gilang hugs who also stepped closer to Gita's body.

"It's not a dream, is it?"

Seriate...