The End of the Waiting

Fiesta

In the afternoon Azizah and Ahmad Arsalan really came to hear the news of his son-in-law sick.

Not to forget Azizah brought medical devices and supplies of medicine for Amara, and sure enough her daughter-in-law was experiencing low blood pressure until dizziness continued to hit her head.

“Mama knows you are a lot of work, but do not ignore your health condition, Mara. That health will not be exchanged for all your achievements,” said Azizah after checking the condition of her daughter-in-law. “Life is not about anything we have to achieve. More than that, health is primary. Free to have everything if the body is not healthy, it will not mean anything.”

“Thank you for the mama has come and sorry for the trouble,” reply Amara with a thin smile.

“Allah, you are my mother's daughter-in-law. Already mama considers like her own child.”

Amara nodded and thanked him a lot because the family received him well.

Akram approached and put a kiss on the wife's forehead. “You need a shower? Let me bathe.”

“Nevent want to shower.” Amara shook her head and lay back down. His body did not have a fever, but he did not want to take a bath. It feels so lazy.

Akram just shook his head and went up to the bed. Hugging his wife affectionately while having a light conversation about many things.

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“Mas.”

Akram cleared his throat without replying to his wife. His eyes were still focused on staring at the laptop to look at the report from the Judge who had just sent.

“Mas!”

“What?” tanya Akram still continues to focus on the laptop without turning her head, making Amara feel annoyed to kick the blanket that covers her legs. “Why you?”

“Alah, you are called that anyway. I love looking at the laptop and ignoring me,” grumbled Amara.

I put on a small smile on the corner of her lips. He looked over and saw his wife now turning her back.

“What's up?” tanya Akram gently touched the wife's shoulder, but immediately patted slowly.

“Do not hold-hold!”

“Why you?” asked Akram while hugging his wife, his lips tucked at Amara's nape until the woman moved uncomfortably.

“Hungary. Want to buy krawu rice,” murmured Amara slowly but still clearly heard.

“You want me to make something?” tawar Akram's.

At dinner last Amara did only eat a little because of nausea. When asked he only answered if it was possible that his stomach acid rose because of an irregular diet.

Amara shook her head slowly. “Krawu rice pen bu tiban.”

Akram was silent for a long time. Come on it's midnight, the krawu rice his wife wants is in the next town. Maybe if they stay away until it's closed.

“Tomorrow to Gresik, yes. It's late, soon it's closed.” Look at the wall clock that already shows ten o'clock.

“Now, Mas!”

“Buy near city station only. There's a kayaknya.”

Amara shook her head slowly. “Maybu tiban.”

Akram breathed slowly. “Mara,” said he was full of emphasis that made his wife speechless.

However, before long there was a slow sobbing that turned out from Amara's lips. The woman covered her face with a blanket.

“It's night.”

“Serah!”

The sound of sobs was still heard to make Akram was long without the heart. He asked his wife to stop crying and change her clothes.

It was strange, he thought. Not usually the wife will cry for trivial things like this.

“Come, Mas!”

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