The Winged Angel

30. Nostalgic



TEK ... TEK ... THE TECH! TEK TEEEK NOODLES!!!

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Warming eyes. Without the desired clear circle seeps down. Wrenching. When realizing can only bring all through memories.

I rubbed the corners of the eyes that had been wet. Put the temple on Henry's shoulder. Didn't want him to realize I was the baper.

The road to my housing complex still looks like it used to be. I can still recognize it even though there are many new buildings. This is the road I walk every time I go to school. Sometimes accompanied by father, sometimes piggybacking Pipit riding a motorcycle, sometimes with Henry riding a bicycle.

Henry's car stopped in front of a guard post. Slender. No one is visible.

The man sighed. Looking towards me. "Sepi, Honey. People may have slept."

"Yes, not papa. Not windfall. Go back home if so," I said.

I can see the atmosphere around. Houses with high fences are tightly closed. An empty kamling post without people. Only a crowd of larons were seen draping the street lights beside him. Lengang streets. The early morning dew falls soaking our car's glass. Eve was getting colder.

The engine was revived by Henry. The car entered the complex road.

"Where?" my many.

"Nostalgic moment. If you go home, it will be difficult to sleep. I'm not sleepy" he replied.

I smiled in agreement. My house is two hundred meters from the front of the road. Near the field where I was as a child often played with the neighborhood children.

"Is this your home?" Henry stepped on the brakes right in front of a blue-painted house. It is brightly lit by the light of garden lights.

My eyes immediately fixated. Not much has changed. Only flower plants that usually decorate the yard are not visible. The waist-high iron fence is still there. A palm tree beside the house is still there. Even the iron swing I was playing in was still there.

These eyes seemed to see my reflection with my father and mother in the yard. I often sit on the bench reading the newspaper. Mother is busy taking care of her ornamental plants. I like to disturb both.

Mommy sold our house before she married Om Anwar. I don't know who is occupying the house.

Father ... mother ... Niken kangen's.

"Huhuhuuu ...." Shaking shoulders held sobs. Henry immediately grabbed my body in his arms.

"Ssttt .. later deduct in the stomach follow sad if you are sad. Tau gini, we did not have to enter the complex," he said, patting my back gently.

Tok tok!

A knock on the windshield surprised us. A man looks from the side of the car glass next to Henry.

"Does not be here!" it snapped as soon as the car glass was lowered Henry.

"Who's dating, sir? We are husband and wife" said Henry politely.

"If the husband and wife what are the hugs in the middle of the road like this? At home, can you?!" His tone still sounded dull. The thick mustache moved.

"My wife used to live in this complex, sir. She is now pregnant young. Ngidam fried noodles tek-tek Mang Udin," explained Henry relaxed.

"Ooo ...." The mouth of the moustached father was immediately perfectly rounded. The chin of the mangosteen while staring at me. "I'm sorry then. The Udinnya just came home."

"Yes not papa. Whose father?" ask Henry.

"I'm guarding the postkamling. Coincidentally around again. Mang Udin's house is not far away. It's at the end of the complex. If you want to go to his house."

"Where, honey?" Henry turned to me for approval.

"No need. You're disturbing," I said.

"No papa, Ma'am. Mang Udin was sleeping. Sales night. It just so happened that his trade ran out so he went home. Must not be sleeping. If you want, let me go there. I could at least have the same people cravings," he chuckled.

"Oh. That's all right, sir. Please enter! Thanks for helping." Henry let the man sit on the back bench.

Our struggle to get the tek-tek noodles that night continued.

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Rejeki already has someone set. Mang Udin happily welcomed our arrival at his simple home. At dawn blind.

"Alhamdulillah .. materials at home are still complete. Waita minute. I made it first. I didn't expect anyone to crave my tek-tek noodles" he said, laughing.

Henry and I were sitting in the living room without a chair just on a mat. The man who brought us home first.

Just a few minutes waiting. My dream tek-tek noodles have been served warmly. The food looks so tempting. The smoke is still billowing freshly lifted from the frying pan. The smell is out.

"Please, Ma'am!" Mang Udin's wife invited us to eat. Two servings of tek-tek fried noodles were in front of us.

"Can I hear Mang Udin's voice yelling around?" my door while blushing.

Henry chuckled at my strange request, as did Mang Udin and his wife.

"BRIYE ... TEK TEEEEK!!!" Shouted Mang Udin loudly breaking the silence of dawn.

For me at this time the most delicious food in the world is Mang Udin tek-tek noodles.

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Time after time passed. Day after day changed without feeling. My pregnancy age is growing. The stomach is distended. But my body does not immediately become fat. I still look beautiful with a big belly, my husband said.

"Hi junior. How are you today?" henry whispered in my stomach. Hand caressing. "He's moving, Ken!" he was happy, seeing the side of my stomach protruding.

Though he had often witnessed the movement of the baby branch in my stomach. But, still Henry was always amazed. Getting our baby to talk before going to bed is now my habit.

"Muah .. What are you doing inside? Must be smiling hearing Papah's voice, right? I can't wait for you to come out of Mom's stomach. Muah .. muah," he whispered again at the end of the kiss in a row. Makes me ticklish.

"Not yet born is jealous. Especially if it was born. I could be cut off later," I complained.

"Ish .. There are jealous of you, dear. Tomorrow we will talk again. Papah ngeloni Mamah first, muah." Another kiss landed on top of my flat belly button.

I giggled amusedly at Henry's ridiculous behavior.

One of his eyes winked flirtatiously. "Now it's your turn to be loved, dear" Henry's tease rubbed my hair.

"Mauuu," my whine spoiled.

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The clock on the wall had pointed at the number three. It's near dawn. My body is still plain. Pregnancy in no way hinders our *** activity. I am the one who often asks. Henry was like an opium to me. I always wanted it.

After putting the kimono back on, I limped a little towards the toilet. The taste of mules is becoming.

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"Hen ...!"

The man looked very good. I shook his shoulder slowly.

"Henry's awake! Looks like I'm starting the opening."

"Why you?" tanyanya saw my face grimacing.

"It's blood. Maybe you want to go," I replied trying to calm down.

Those narrow eyes were wide. "My son is coming out?" she held my stomach. "Hard like this, Ken?" He looked panicked.

"Yes. The doctor said the birthmark was like this." My lips were bitten trying to move the pain.

"Quiet, Honey! Don't panic! I'm out of the car!"

He told me not to panic. But his own face was that sweet. Henry ran towards the door.

"Henry!!" I screamed to call his name.

"You sit down first! I'm back when I'm all ready." Henry still didn't realize either.

"Darling ..you're not wearing clothes yet" I said withholding a smile.

The man patted his own head.

"Why don't you call Mr Min or Beno to get the car ready?" my advice.

Henry is putting on rough hair. My husband who usually always seemed smart suddenly changed like a dazed person.

"Sorry, Honey. I was so tense," he admitted.

I took clothes for her from the closet.

"Wear clothes!" I handed her a clothes stel.

"The first child of the process is not fast. There's still plenty of time to get ready" I added again so Henry can be calmer.

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"A little more, honey!" Henry helped me to push. He was sitting right next to me.

"I'm not strong. Tired ..." I lamented. My energy feels drained after enduring pain for most of the day.

"Gather up the energy first, Miss Niken. Breathe out! Wait for the pain to come. Just shitting again." A female doctor stood in front of my legs. Some of his assistants also assisted. They were so patient with me.

"Ken ... Dear. You must be strong." Henry's eyes have been wet. I made her cry.

"Remember our son. Right now he is also struggling to see the world" Henry whispered in the ear.

"My son!" I was excited when the long contraction came back. Strength returned.

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"Oooeeek!!!" A tiny baby cry blurted out inside the delivery room.

My husband cried when he saw his son was born. Henry's white face flushed. He kissed my forehead.

"Thank you, Honey. I sacrificed for me."

"Good mother, son, congratulations" said the doctor.

"Alhamdulillaah!" We call together.

The red baby was placed on top of my stomach so I could suckle. Early contact is very good for the development of the baby. I smiled happily hugging my baby. Henry's? He smiled while crying. Poor husband.

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I don't understand the meaning of Henry's gaze this time. We have moved from the delivery room to the treatment room. The pain of the stitch wound below is still very pronounced.

"Darling ..." His words stopped. That look looks sad. Both of his hands held my hands.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry." My hand was taped to his cheek.

"For what?"

"I won't ask for more children."

"Why?" many wonder.

"I can't bear to see you in such pain."

"All women giving birth must do that, Hen ...."

She shook her head. "Near to death stand I see you suffer."

"Darling .. I'm not papa. That's a pride for me." The soft quelus of tomato cheeks.

She shook her head. It seems Henry was very traumatized to see my labor.

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