The End of the Waiting

Back-turning

Akram has been pacing back and forth in his room. He was in a dilemma because he had to leave his wife. There is little revision from his client related to the construction of existing buildings in Bandung.

Confusion certainly struck his heart and mind. HPL the wife is getting closer, can go forward or backward. However, doctors estimate that within two weeks it should be on standby.

She was afraid to leave Amara alone even though there were actually her parents in this house.

Akram's anxiety made Amara who had been silent since, finally raise her voice.

“What's up, Mas?” tanyakanya.

“What's risk. Wh why? Want to get a massage?” Akram sat by the bed and looked at his wife.

Amara's increasingly large stomach makes the woman often complain of back pain if too long sitting.

Amara shook her head slowly. “You're anxious. What's the matter, actually?”

“Just work problem.”

“Tell me, maybe I can help you solution.”

Akram finally told me about his work.

“What are you going there for, not long. Insha Allah dede ready to wait for papa to come home to nemenin dede see the world,” said Amara smiled as she stroked her stomach gently.

“But I'm not calm leaving you, Mara.”

Amara chuckles. “Say can't be far from me, Mas.”

“That knows,” timpal Akram come chuckling.

“As far as you are good how. If it matters, it's no problem that you leave. Besides at home many people can be asked for help if there is anything.”

Akram weighed for a moment. Just a few revisions, it probably won't take a week. That's estimate.

He'll finish it quickly and be right back.

“Lose only. I can prepare it myself,” reject it firmly.

That's Akram. Ever since his wife's belly grew bigger he didn't want the pregnant woman to do anything.

Akram always pampered Amara. The attention given is always totality. Including the little things.

The man always asked the housekeeper to clean the bathroom every day. Worried slippery, he said. According to Amara, this is too much.

Of course, although considered excessive, but Amara felt happy because it was considered in such a way. Feel loved very much. At times out there a lot of gossip about the issue of infidelity. Starting from entrepreneurs, artists and even people from ordinary circles.

The next morning after breakfast. Akram expressed his intention to leave, as well as leave Amara to both parents.

Initially Ahmad Arsalan somewhat objected to the wishes of the child.

“Work you can transfer first to the Judge. Why should you also intervene?”

“Because I'm the architect. If the Judge could I would have told him to fly there.” Akram answered while exhaling a rough breath.

“Pity of your wife. Can't you just do it virtually?”

Akram. “I have to survey the location first and know the details of the revision. After that maybe I can do it online. For now it can not,” clearly.

“Already. If the job is really urgent, go. Amara would understand. Remember ... don't stay there long. After finishing quickly turn back.” Azizah. She smiled as Amara nodded at her words.

After breakfast, Amara drove her husband to the yard and took off with one hug and three kisses on the face.

“Be careful, Mas. Take care, take care and keep your eyes. Do not let you give a gap to others to enter and shake our relationship.” Amara said it was like having a bad feeling.

Akram nodded for sure. “You are also careful. Let me know whatever happens. Assalamu.”

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