That Sissy Man is My Husband

Liver fruit.

Dika and Farhan looked at each other meaningfully.

Reina was still curious.

Farhan saw a little boy in Dika's sling.

"Hi friend" said Farhan arrived.

Farhan tries to embrace Dika but Dika avoids her.

Without a word Dika immediately left. Avoiding the madman who often bothers his wife.

Farhan's chasing her.

"Where is Mulan?" exclaiming her.

Dika turned.

"You still asking? you've really gone crazy" Dika exclaimed.

Farhan tried to touch the little boy in Dika's arms.

But Dika immediately brushed off the hand from his son.

"Don't touch my son!!!" snapped Dika.

Reina ran towards them. Making the little girl in her arms cry.

"What the hell is going on between you?" ask Reina.

"This old friend of mine does not want to make peace with me, he still remembers our bad past" Farhan exclaimed.

"Friend said you?! cuihh" Dika started to emotion.

Reina was getting clueless.

Dika immediately left with his matic motor left them.

Mulan said, it's not good to go back to this city again. Farhan has not changed.

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After 2 weeks have passed.

I welcome my husband and son back home.

"How was the holiday" I asked.

"Alhamdulillah smoothly ajja" replied Dika.

"How are our parents? are they healthy, I miss them too but I'm reluctant to go back to the city, gpp, I'd better be here" I exclaimed.

Dika just nodded in agreement.

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7 Years later.

Ali is already in school, she is in Elementary School 9.

"Honey don't be naughty well, later go home mama pick me up" exclaimed as I waved to Ali who entered the class for the first time.

I don't think my son is in school.

I went back home, met my twin girls.

"Mamaaaa" they exclaimed as I just walked into the house.

We don't live in Helmi's house anymore. We met in a simple house. Made of wood, quite cheap, because now only Dika works, I can not work outside anymore to help her make a living, because I have to take care of my 3 children.

It's okay poor important we can still survive.

By noon I returned to pick up Ali from school on a used motorcycle that Dika bought for me so that I could take Ali and to the market when he was working and could not take me.

I sewed my negligee that began to tear so I could wear it again in front of the house. On the porch of the house and early running around playing.

"Dina.. early.. Don't run away later fall baby" I shouted.

Well the name of the little boy can not be kasi know they keep playing, running to and fro.

My neighbor passed by.

"Eh Mak Ali, what else?" exclaiming her.

"Again sewing ajja nih, hehe" I answered briefly.

"To buy new is the sign" he said when he saw me sewing my already torn negligee here and there.

"Oh yes, ajja" I replied briefly.

"Kalo has been torn so make lap ajja Bu" he exclaimed.

I smiled without answering.

Bu Neneng's final go. What's wrong with wearing a shirt that's been torn? my inner.

There was the sound of something falling and the sound of my son's crying echoed.

I left my job and ran towards the source of the sound.

I was crying because I fell.

Soon the early crying subsided.

I put it next to me. He's asleep.

I continued sewing, Dina suddenly climbed onto my shoulder.

"Dina darling don't disturb mama dong" I protested.

"Main yuk ma, bocan" he asked.

"Honey, mending a nap is early, yeah" I replied.

"This is playing with brother ajja" asked Ali.

Huft thank God, there's Ali. My eldest son.

They also play together.

"Let's not forget about afternoon njai yah" I shouted.

"Yes maa" she answered.

My feelings are not good. So nauseous.

I just realized I haven't had a period in a long time. Oh no, don't tell me I'm pregnant again. My inner.

By afternoon.

Ashar preached, Ali immediately rushed to the mosque to pray ashar as well as njai with his friends.

There was a pack of ustadz Riza who taught them voluntarily, free of charge, without paying. Amal jariyah, he said.

Thank God there are still many good people, very helpful for those of us who live in this Pasan.

At 5pm, I came home from work.

I saw Ali shaking a bell behind him, maybe they met on the road when they were about to go home. Thank goodness the location of the mosque with our house is not too far away

I immediately welcomed my husband. Kiss his hands.

"What do you want to do first, drink, eat or take a shower?" ask me.

"You need to hehe" she replied.

"That's a lot of kids," I exclaimed.

"Dear joke, but the night when they're asleep may dong" her tease.

Though it's normal but I'm still embarrassed to hear it, my face blushed, making her anxious.

Even the shower.

Don't forget we steal kisses when the kids are busy themselves.

"Honey, I'll buy you a testpack. Like I'm pregnant again" I cried lethargic.

I am not KB. I think it's safe.

"Kok lethargic anyway, if pregnant again yes Alhamdulillah dong darling, windfall, do not worry, there must be our fortune, God willing I can support you, just pray, just pray, there are many couples out there who have not been given a child. So we are thankful ajja yah." replied Dika calming me.

I breathed a heavy sigh, I said Dika sadly, I have no problem living poor. I just can't bear it if my kids live hard, they're still kids. It's what I thought.

By night Dika to the city took me to the clinic. Check the content, even though I want to buy a testpack only. So irit. This is not the first child for us.

I left Ali and her sister for a moment. Thank goodness ali was a little big to accompany his sister.

At the clinic we were waiting.

Many pregnant women are checking their pregnancy.

There was a woman who looked slim. Next to me.

"How many months are you pregnant?" her greeting.

"Eh don't know yet, just want to check this" I replied

"Sama dong, I'm not here because I'm pregnant but I'm in a pregnant program, it's been 10 years of my marriage but not yet blessed with children" she exclaimed sadly. His eyes are glassy.

"Please ma'am, don't stop praying and trying" I replied.

"I threatened to separate my husband and I if I wasn't pregnant this time" her tears started to make me get carried away. I wipe my tears.

I was immediately anxious and grateful, I was grateful if I was pregnant again.

I rubbed my mother's shoulder.

"Everyone has their own trials, hopefully the mother will get pregnant quickly" said I

"You too" he exclaimed.

"My son is already 3 Ma'am, in fact I do not want to get pregnant again due to economic factors, but this is a fortune from Allah, I can not do anything but accept her, I can not do anything but accept her, I also realized that this was the greatest gift God had ever given me. This is a form of favors from her, how can I think of rejecting her" said I.

The mother was surprised, she thought I was just like her pregnant program, and she also thought we were a newly married couple.

"Honey, it's our turn, come on" exclaimed Dika.

I said goodbye to the mother, and immediately went into the check room.