The End of the Waiting

Occasions

“Sorry we are troublesome, Mom,” said Akram sungkan.

“What's wrong, Mas. Fortunately I had not returned home,” replied the middle-aged woman was friendly.

Akram breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his wife enjoying a plate of krawu rice so greedily.

A few minutes before .. when they arrived, it turned out that the place to eat was closed and Amara immediately changed the look of her bright face so cloudy immediately.

When Akram comes down and tries to ask the person who happened to pass by, he gets a speck of hope when the person says there is usually still someone inside. Gegas Akram knocked on the door hard to make sure.

Almost ten minutes waiting, Amara yelled from inside the car to ask her to go home if there was none. However, that luck came when Akram just turned the side door of the stall open.

“Mas not eat?” ask Amara.

“Still full. Want to pack a gak?” tawar Akram's.

Amara agrees. “Without rice, Bu.” Looking towards the owner of the food stall.

Twelve o'clock in the evening they left the simple place to eat. Akram even paid more for their intrusive arrival.

Akram carried the body of the wife who had been sleeping since the trip home. However, he did not expect that the mother was still awake at this time and they passed by.

“Lho, where are you guys from? What's wrong with your wife?” asked Azizah to look at her daughter-in-law who was in her husband's arms.

“Evenings ask Gresik only to buy krawu rice. After eating directly sprawled like a fainting person instead,” replied Akram while chuckling softly.

Azizah looked at her daughter-in-law in silence, her forehead frowning as if realizing something.

“Yes take your wife rest. Mama thirsty wants cold water.”

Akram nodded and climbed the stairs carefully as he carried a heavy weight. If he had said that when his wife woke up, she would have been angry about being distraught about her sensitive weight for some women.

Akram dropped Amara on the bed carefully and replaced her clothes with more comfortable ones. Afterwards he himself lay down next to her while hugging the woman.

“My wife's beautiful dream,” whisper gently before closing my eyes.

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Yuck!

After dawn Amara had entered the bathroom several times and vomited out her entrails.

Akram wants to call her mother, but Amara refuses and says that she just caught a cold. It may be the effect of being exposed to the night wind when his stomach is hungry.

“Drink, Mas.”

Akram who was massaging his nape immediately rushed to take a glass of water on the nightstand.

“I call mama first. Your face is pale, you're not okay. Remember how many times you vomited this morning,” said Akram leading Amara back to the room.

“Said it's okay too. I just need some fresh air like that, accompany me to the park yuk. It seems to be sitting there while ngeteh delicious,” said Amara with sparkling eyes.

It's still sealed, which means they haven't come out yet.

Sitting in the garden, enjoying the cold morning air. Amara smiled and took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He admitted that over the past few weeks, there have been many changes that have happened to him. One of them is lazy to shower, there is even a feeling of reluctance when he has to come into contact with water.

I don't know .. It could be because of the weather changes that are the cause.

“Good morning, Ms. Mara,” greet Meri carrying a tray containing tea and a few slices of toast.

“Thank you, Ms. Meri. By the way, what perfume do you wear? The fragrance stings once,” Amara said as she closed her nose.

“I don't wear perfume, Mom. Maybe this is the aroma of kitchen spices.” Trying to smell her own body, but Meri felt her body did not smell anything.

“Not as usual, Mom. Ah yes .. You go inside. I can't stand this pungent aroma, if you need to take a shower again,” said Amara did not like. He apologized and asked the middle-aged woman not to come closer if she still wore the same perfume.

Although he looked confused, Meri just nodded.

Akram looked at Amara with slightly sharp eyes. Wondering in my heart what really happened, some days the woman's behavior is a little annoying by commenting on many things that she thinks are not so important.

“Why did you see me like that, Mas?” amara asked with narrowed eyes.

Akram did not answer, only shook his head. Because from the look of his wife's unfriendly eyes, he knew the woman was in an erratic mood.

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Amara intended to have breakfast with her in-laws at the dinner table, but while sitting at the dinner table suddenly her stomach returned nauseous and wanted to vomit. He ran towards the sink and spewed out a clear liquid that tasted a bit bitter.

Soon he returned to the dining table and sipped a glass of water.

“Bu Meri, please get rid of the food yes. I don't like it,” commands it while pointing towards the plate that contains his favorite grilled fish.

“That's your favorite, Mara,” said Akram who replied with a headband.

“Do not want, the smell is not good.”

Azizah who was sitting next to him immediately snatched, “When was the last time you came by month?”

Amara frowned in wonder, why ask that. However, he still replied, “New a few weeks ago, Ma.”

Now it was Azizah's turn to be pensive. Maybe his prediction was wrong?

Suddenly Amara ran back to the sink and vomited again. Akram followed with a worried face, it had been a few days his wife like this.

After vomiting, Amara felt dizzy in the head. His gaze began to blur, his hand grabbed the husband's shoulder and drooped just like that.

“Mara!”

To Be Continue ....