Wrong Khitbah

150. 2: DON'T GO ANYWHERE

Nyiit.nyuit...

The sound of a swing squeak sat by a happy couple. Who else if not Zahwa and Akhtar.

They were staring at the stars from the terrace on the top floor of their house. Zahwa leaned his head against Akhtar's shoulder while hugging him.

While Akhtar continues to enjoy the movement in the stomach of Zahwa while continuing to chant shalawat.

At the end of this Zahwa has done activities that are recommended by doctors for pregnant women in the final trimester until near birth.

Zahwa also filled his time by reading books that could increase his knowledge of parenting science also around the child's world.

In his last month, Zahwa looked more relaxed than the previous month, although his heart was still pounding. Among impatient to meet his son also remembered if he would soon be born.

The pain of giving birth that many people tell about as well as what he read and heard, is enough to make him nervous. But since there is always an Alhtar beside her, it makes her days calmer.

"Yank..!!" Zahwa chuckled as she felt a cramp on her stomach side

"What's up???" Akhtar asked in a bit of panic. The absence of family or experience that he has is enough to make Akhtar a husband who is ready to be alert and sensitive every second.

"A-a-o-ooh, her children kicked the tightness" said Zahwa and then regulated her breathing.

"Darling... Son Abba... Can't wait to meet Umma Abba, huh, son?? Patience for you, son... God willing, we'll meet soon, son... Good inside, baby... The kick is slow, son. umma is sick.... Umma same Abba here. We're close, we can hear... Good, son..." Akhtar stroked Zahwa's stomach following the baby's kick.

Sure enough, after that the kick in Zahwa's stomach was no longer like before until Zahwa grimaced.

" Huf... Uda Yank's... Here" said Zahwa and hugged Akhtar's head. Somehow he really likes if Akhtar's head stuck to his chest and he hugged him while playing his hair.

Before long, he let go. "Here you go, we come in baby" said Akhtar kissing Zahwa's forehead and then help him walk into the house directly to the bedroom .

"Yank... If our child is born, I'll still love me?" Zahwa asked suddenly as they were already lying on the bed

"Hm? It means what the Queen.yes still love me to you same our child is different, you have a portion and a place of its own. Can't be in one or in for one"

"But.. Yank... if later I have nothing you will still love no huh??" Ask Zahwa back

"It's not good to say bad things that haven't happened, remember the saying of prayer" Akhtar replied turning cold. His face was as flat as when he first saw it, expressionless at all

"Yank.. are you angry? I'm just Yank." said Zahwa slowly

"Your question is not good or even necessary to ask" Akhtar turned and slept his back to Zahwa

"Mom... Habibie.... I'm sorry I just thought about it" Zahwa said shaking Akhtar's body from behind

"Suddenly I like to get shadowed or influenced by drama if later I, when giving birth to our child, will not be interrupted "

"Gnl.pp.." Akhtar took off his uman kul

"I don't want to hear anything else, don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense, God's permission will always protect us. You and our future son will be safe, and we will take care of him and raise him together. Now shut up, read the do'a, close your eyes, and sleep" Akhtar said at length

Clik. The lights in the room went out in seconds.

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Next morning..

Zahwa and Akhtar were walking in the park after dawn. As usual they will take a walk in the morning until nine and then continue the afternoon walk from four to five.

Zahwa stepped carefully, the smile on his lips always expanding every breath of fresh air in the morning. Because that time is when we are still given the pleasure of living after sleeping all night. What is most feared is when we rest the body for a moment until how long it does not wake up again, after realizing it has been in a different world. Especially before we rest, we do deeds that are forbidden by Allah SWT...

After a two-hour walk, Zahwa asked for a break for the fourth time. His eyes looked around until he found an ice cream shop that had been open since morning.

"Yank... Beliin ice cream yank... " Rengek Zahwa

"Yes yes, you also bought a fruit salad. Your teeth will grieve eating ice cream on gini day"

"Yank. come on. this is the last one. promise me. yes yes yes..." The Rengek Zahwa

The deg!

For some reason since Zahwa said strange things made Akhtar a little more sensitive to every word Zahwa.

Hearing the word 'last' coming out of Zahwa's lips made him stare inside Zahwa. I hope his wife understands that he is traumatized by his words

"Yank. ih. kok even daydream.. come on yank.." Zahwa scolded and pouted.

"Astaghfirullahal'adziim" said Akhtar many times "well wait here yes. Remember that! Don't go anywhere"

"Yeaayy. okay. ready baby." said Zahwa cheerfully while clapping a small hand.

Akhtar with a heavy heart left Zahwa. He ran to the ice cream shop and had to wait in line again to be able to buy it because many oranv who have the same desire with his wife.

While Zahwa played with cats some visitors who roam the park.

"C.l..ckt...ckt..." Zahwa called out to some of the cats. Who would have thought that the cat ran all the way to the highway.

Not focused on looking at the streets, Zahwa still walked quickly to save the cat so as not to play on the highway.

"C.k..ckt...ckt..."

"Astaghfirullah. how about the cat gets hit...

Cct...Cct..ckt..."

The cat stopped right in the middle of the road. Seeing that there was no vehicle, Zahwa quickly wanted to take the cat and take it to the edge of his area to begin with.

Zahwa was surprised by the sound of a horn coming from the right. His eyes fiddled with how the car was running erratically.

"Yeah"