Towards True Love 2

Again Crippled

The more the age of the womb, various complaints alternately interfere with my comfort. I don't know in the morning I feel my head heavy like there's a pile of coconuts rolling in there.

Or I'll have trouble leaving the bed because I feel dizzy. Not finished with just a head that feels heavy and dizzy. That night I had to enjoy the pain in all my joints.

Is this what is called the pleasure of being a mother? Before I didn't even imagine feeling these kinds of things while pregnant. I thought a pregnant woman would only feel the weight in her stomach because it contained a baby.

But in fact there were many surprises that I had not thought of at all. Every night I wake up. Not to go to the bathroom or because of my thirsty throat. I feel like I am enjoying my sleep enough.

In order to sleep soundly, I had to perform many rituals first. As if to be recited a sacred verse by my husband. Or ask for a swab on my waist. Not to mention that if my legs feel sore, I wouldn't be awkward asking Rio to bring warm water so that I could soak my feet.

When I wake up like that, I usually pray alone at night without waking my husband. I don't want to disturb his sleep. I prefer to wait until he wakes up by himself because Rio has also set his alarm.

Surprisingly, to continue my sleep until dawn I just need my husband's hug. Aren't I a big deal? But my husband was so patient with me.

Tonight is even stranger. Because the clock still shows at 11 p.m. It just two hours ago I closed my eyes. But why did I wake up again? My sleepiness has even disappeared just by enjoying sleep for 2 hours.

I leaned my back against the headboard for a moment I fell silent. Remembering many things I miss. I want to go back to the store, meet Lili, Ms. Nia, and also the buyers who have been visiting to buy my clothing collection.

I miss my activities. When my brain was full of thoughts about the things I missed. Something suddenly flashed through my mind and put away everything that had been crammed into my mind.

Why am I smelling grilled meat this late? Who is having a barbeque party in this housing complex?

I was curious because the smell of meat flying into my room suddenly made my saliva continue to pour. Slowly drape the window. With the help of the light of the balkon lamp that I never extinguished, my gaze swept across the land.

No one's having a barbeque party or anything like that. Where does this burning smell come from? Even the smell of roasted meat vapor I can still smell.

Curiosity is pushing me to act recklessly. Finally, by trying not to make a sound that could wake my husband up, I pushed the glass window plan which was at once a rolling door access to the balcon.

The complex streets look deserted. No human being is seen still on the move outside their home. The field that was not spared from my net range also appeared dark and empty.

Is this just my hallucination? I was still trying to sniff out the smell of the roasted meat, and there was still nothing at all yet to disappear.

After standing for a long time in confusion. The cart of sataymen suddenly passed on the streets of the complex. From there the smell of grilled meat that had disturbed my sense of smell.

My reflex shouted loudly from the top of the balcon calling the satayman who had crossed the front of the house. "Wait, Bang! Buy …!" my yelling. I even forgot that my husband was still asleep. As a result Rio was startled and woke up to see me who suddenly shouted very loudly.

"Where are you going?" rio asked as soon as I saw me walking to grab my khimar and was about to leave the room.

"You buy satay" I replied without stopping the move while wearing a hijab.

"Stop!" prevent Rio when I reach for the door knob.

"Why? Abi want to too? Okay, I'll buy it too. Don't worry, umi didn't forget Abi," I replied.

"Not that, honey. Wait a minute, abi's coming with you." Rio instantly got up and put on his sandals. He also grabbed his favorite black jeans jacket. I just kept glued to see it without turning the door knob that I was still holding.

Arriving at the terrace of the house, the surrounding situation looks very quiet. There was only the sound of crickets hiding behind the Japanese grass that spread in the front garden of the house.

The gate is still tightly closed. TV in the security guard post appears to be on, apparently the security guard is watching the world cup broadcast. The security guard who noticed my arrival and Rio immediately stepped out of the post, leaving the event he was watching.

"Where are you going, Mom, these nights?" ask her politely to me and Rio.

"Does you see there's a saturator through here? This ... Indy wants to eat satay," asked Rio while giving an explanation.

"Oh yes, right. Just now through the front of the house. Do I want to call you, Mom?" bargain with the employer.

"May, tell him to go inside. I'm waiting on the porch." Rio's taking me back to the terrace. Although I was allowed to walk, Rio did not release his grip from my shoulder from earlier.

"Ami hungry?" ask her when she managed to sit me on her lap.

"No," I answered by looking at his bead.

"But I'd love to eat satay" I said.

"Eat a lot. So that Umi and our baby are healthy." His fingers mischievously pinched my cheeks.

"Abi .. don't like pinch cheeks. It'll stretch, how about it?" my protest while rubbing the scars of my husband's hands that are actually not sick.

"Let's go," he replied, not taking his eyes off me.

"Later ugly Umi, her cheeks became sagging. How's it?" I said scare him again.

"Abi will still love." Rio took my two hands and placed them on those red lips.

Oh my God .. It feels like there are thousands of butterflies flying in my heart. I also can no longer hide the happiness of hearing his love speech earlier. A smile fluttered across my lips as the touch of his lips landed on the backs of my hands.

Did the seed of love begin to bloom in my heart? Why am I so happy to hear her love? Though usually I am not happy when I hear his love poems.

Hello brothers readers of the novel MCS 2

How are you doing? I pray always healthy and happy for all of you and of course also for myself hehhehe...

Arriving in this chapter I am very grateful because you are still faithfully reading my work that is full of these shortcomings.

I'm sorry that I rarely reply to all of my brothers' comments

But I always read your comments. Because a word that's written and you put it off in the comment field is like an injection of new energy for me.

Thank you again and see you in the next chapter.I hope you are entertained by this writing.