The Ruler's Love Contract

Prayings

A few weeks later...

The days we waited for finally came. My gestational age has now entered nine months. My stomach is also growing perfectly. All the needs of the delivery have also been prepared. My plan is to give birth normally at the mother and child hospital in Istanbul. We also prepared the baby's needs. I can't wait to hear their cute cries.

My husband now works in Turkey's oil mining division. He has been leading the discovery of new oil fields in the Turkish Sea for several weeks. He said he was drilling at one of the spots he found. But, the drilling results have not been able to ascertain whether there is oil or not. My husband and team are still trying.

It is not easy to find new oil. Dozens or even hundreds of people have to work extra in the middle of the sea to find the right location. Because in each country different climate and also geographical location. And it affects the level of availability of oil. My husband said, sometimes he was also fooled by the level of soil that allegedly had oil. But apparently, empty nothing.

My husband vowed that if the flow went well he would donate his entire first salary to help with the cost of drilling for water in one of the countries in Africa. Africa is experiencing water criticism at this time. Water is the main source of life. They need our hands to get on with their lives. And my husband has been thinking about this. He wanted to share our happiness with the brothers who were there. I, too, as a wife, agreed.

For me, being rich and famous is not important. The most important thing is the inner calm in living this life. Worship as a form of servitude and living well, seems to have been able to guarantee the calmness of birth and mind. After all, rich and famous but miserable for what? Life is only once so it should be enjoyed and put to good use. Do not be sorry in the future where there are no more dinars and dirhams.

"Darling, what are you doing there?"

Now I was rubbing my stomach while looking at the city view from behind the apartment terrace window. The atmosphere around the city looks crowded filled up and down the back and forth vehicles that pass. I'm, myself here. Jamilah's mother and sister were saying goodbye to prepare for all the additional needs of my baby. And I waited for them to come home while going back and forth in the apartment.

Jack himself stayed on guard around the floor of my apartment. He camouflaged himself like an ordinary guest who also stayed on the floor of this apartment so as not to arouse suspicion of ordinary people. Anything could have happened unexpectedly before. And we have to anticipate it.

I felt calm after trying my best. The most important thing for me right now is my safety and that of my baby. Especially before the delivery moments later. I must strengthen my mentality first in order to be strong in facing the delivery process. Otherwise, my body could be weak and prone to disease.

"Eh, my phone?"

I heard my phone ring shortly. I immediately saw who was calling. Since entering the age of seven months, I always carry a mobile phone everywhere to easily connect with the closest people. But I put it a little bit away from my body so my kids don't get radiation.

"Hello?" I immediately picked up the phone that turned out to be from my husband.

"Darling, I'll be home soon today. What's it gonna bring?" ask from across.

"Eh, tumbens? Usually come home in the afternoon?" I was surprised because it was usually late in the afternoon to get home.

"Yes. Maybe this is called baby food. I've managed to find a new oil field." He told it with excitement.

"really? Thank you." I'm glad to hear that, too.

"Yes. But no drilling has been done. Just a little checking. The soil content is suitable and when the sample is taken there is oil. There are still some stages to be done again before drilling is actually done." He recounts.

"So it's still a long time? But I was going to give birth. I can't be with you later." I pretended to be her shoulder.

"Haha. Take it easy, my wife. Your husband's tough enough to split his time. Pray that your husband's work will be finished soon. I can't wait to see their faces, too. Who does it look like? I know you?" He seemed so relaxed that he could call me all this time.

"Surely similar. This is a seed from you. I just hitchhiked through," I said while putting on a sullen face.

He came back laughing. "Darling, we made it together. Especially with two. Means one looks like me, one looks like you." He shared it without thinking anymore.

"Yes, yeah." I'll just say it while rubbing my stomach.

"Then what do you want to bring?" He asked me again.

The atmosphere in my husband's place was very quiet. I heard nothing but his voice. Maybe he is currently in the mining division office and is making a work schedule. I also hope that the task can be completed quickly before the birth of our baby.

"You want some tin?" tanyanya.

"Fruit tin?"

"Yes, figs. Other name Ara fruit. Fruit, Honey. But this one can be eaten. Medium if that one—"

"Already! Don't continue!!!"

He did not continue his words, I interrupted. I know exactly where this conversation will go. He never really changed.

"Haha. Alright-good. Then I brought you some figs. See you later, honey. I'm ready first." He said goodbye to me.

"Yes. Careful home. I waited," I said, and he replied with a kiss from a distance.

My rain is not ashamed to show affection in front of people. I also sometimes smile at myself because of his unexpected behavior. We are like a couple dating. Maybe like sweet chocolate eaten when hungry. I don't know what the right terms to describe us are. I obviously love him very much.

Honey, may God launch your efforts, ease your affairs. I always pray for you here. I waited for you.

In prayer I hope that God will ease the way of our lives until we return to the afterlife. There is nothing more I can ask for than the owner of this universe. HE is the only place that depends on all life. No children and no children. HE is Most Gracious, Most Merciful. HE is the back of my heart. See you later, until death.

.........

Loneliness has been a friend in my life.

I'm hanging my life in your hands.

People say I'm crazy and I'm blind.

Taking risks without thinking long.

And how you blinded me is still a mystery.

I can't get you out of my head.

No matter what is written in your past.

As long as you're here with me.

I don't care who you are.

Where you from.

What have you done.

As long as you love me...