The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 84

Exactly adzan Maghrib with Zehan mumbles to turn off the roar of the car engine that he drives himself when it is parked in the yard of the house. Zehan then took some paperbags and some white plastic bags from the shape like snacks that he bought from a place not too far away. Hasya was already preparing to perform the magrib prayer, why did her feelings say that there was someone outside the door, rushing before she went to the usual place of prayer she went to the front door first, just as Zehan was about to set foot on the porch of Hasya's house opened the door. Like romantic scenes in general they pecked at each other, frozen in sight, with Hasya's shy blush turning her face away, though they have been married for years passed but the thumping feeling of seeing Zehan after a few days did not meet still makes his face blushed like a tomato, wrong behavior, and, the same expressions as they had just first fallen in love.

"Are you just going to look at your husband's handsome face?" seductive Zehan, which of course makes Hasya even more embarrassed.

"The PD !" refute Hasya while taking all the plastic tent with Zehan. He was attracted to the plastic because it smelled martabak from there. Then go inside followed by Zeha. Not yet how many steps Deliza and Zesya immediately scatter hunting Zehan who just came. Hasya smiled happily at all that, her heart was warm and full of the love of her little family.

"Oiya mas want to pray magrib together?" Zehan turned his face towards Hasya who he only realized Hasya had worn a mukena, instead of directly answering his wife's question he was instead fascinated when he saw Hasya wrapped in a mukena, and he was surprised to see her, though not the first time but somehow the aura looks more graceful and more radiant.

"Let our children pray in congregation" asked Zehan while holding his two children left in his hands.

"Wouldn't you take a shower?" ask Hasya.

"Mas directly wudhu aja in order not to waste time, anyway not very dirty-dirty really, but please you ready a sarong, the gold pants were the coffee spill because, you know, shower later after magrib so don't rush." Hasya then went straight to the room to take Zehan's prayer needs. Meanwhile, Zehan and Deliza prepared to take ablution while Zesya went straight to the room they used to make a prayer room.

After the magrib prayer, Hasya then folded his face and put it on the container neatly and then he pulled the bottom of the container to cover the face, he did not immediately put it the place of mukena because about approximately thirty minutes more Adhan isya reverberate.

Zesya and Deliza look familiar in Zehan's lap. Seeing such a sweet thing as a smile engraved on Hasya's lips, he then approached the three people who were letting go of their longing.

"That's it, it's his papa's turn to go home, his mother is immediately forgotten" Hasya said from behind. Zehan and his two children immediately turned their heads with a smile.

"Sama papa will rarely meet ma" Deliza replied smiling thinly like a duck.

"Yes the same mom every day.like kangen really fit in at school, but will go home to school immediately see you again" continued Zesya. Zehan smiled broadly at the resistance of the two boys. It's adorable she thought.

"Yes yes.." Hasya did not want to argue anymore, then she sat down on the single sofa next to her.

"But son, please have your papa take a bath, the smell is strange" Hasya exclaimed.

"You what ma? No really, papa rich fragrance usually" refuted Deliza who leaned on the chest of her papa field. Zehan himself immediately smelled himself turned to the right and left timidly if there was an unpleasant smell from him. But as Deliza said, she only smelled the rest of the perfume last afternoon, ah it was possible that the smell of coffee spilled on her pants, but now she was wearing a sarong, though somewhat confused, now, he then thought maybe now Hasya's smell is sensitive.

"But it's really that your papa smells weird." Hasya began to fuss, seeing his wife's gurgle will start to nag and then he signaled to the children to come down first from his annual. But before he went to the room he first approached his wife, of course Hasya slightly rewinded his body until completely stuck on the back of his sofa, staring at Zehan with a dislike gaze. As Zehan approached him, Hasya jumped up and pushed Zehan's body, and he immediately ran into the kitchen sink.

"Well.. Mama threw up again sister" said Deliza while plucking a piece of martabak and ate it without any disgust, hearing her mother vomit in the washbasin.

"Your mama since when do you often vomit like this Zes?" zoey from the kitchen.

"Since papa left for Jakarta" Zesyan replied briefly then he went down and thrust the warm water being held by Bi Rani who also looked panicked.

"Have you been to the doctor yet? fear of stomach acid mama you go up the danger of being let go" Zehan said as he continued to wipe his back and massaged Hasya's neck.

"Anu sir, yesterday I took to the clinic but my mother said she wanted to go to the clinic" said bi Rani.

"We're going to the doctor now, right?" zehan said as he continued to help his wife but Hasya instead tried to push him even though he felt weak because he had vomited his stomach contents.

"No way, it stinks! it smells weird!!" hasya's whine refused Zehan's invitation while continuing to thrash so that Zehan was not close to him. Bi Rani who began to understand the situation chuckled at the behavior of her employer.

"The gas is there, far away from me. hoooeek !!"

"Yes, I just want to help you"

"There. iihh.. Mas bauu's....Hoookk!!"

"I'm sorry if you take a shower first, my advice is that you don't use parfume and then check your mother to the midwife, while walking, near about a ten-minute walk" said Bi Rani lowered her head to hide her happy smile.

"Well.. Yes aunty take care of mother first, I take a short shower we go directly there" Zehan also handed his wife's body to Bi Rani, the woman around the beginning of the fourteen nodded then swiftly memapah his master's wife to the family room, then put Hasya slowly. Zesya then massaged her mother's arm. Deliza who had looked indifferent he also took tissue for Hasya and then attentively melted cold sweat that flooded the forehead and around Hasya's face.

"Ma, mama don't get sick, Dede promise not to be naughty again, but mama don't get sick, dede dear mama" said Deliza then hugged leaning on Hasya's right shoulder.

"Yes ma, don't be sick anymore. Zesya promises not to be a good sister for Deliza, so a more obedient child ma" whined Zesya while embracing Hasya from the left. Hasya smiled proudly and as she heard the expression of love from her future. Then he kissed one by one the tops of the heads of his two children with gentleness, then rubbed the cheeks of chubby two death boys.

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