Wrong Khitbah

158. SK 2: IN A MOMENT

Next day

Zahwa made a vidio call with all their families in Indonesia. Just like them, everyone who was there was grateful and happy. As well as making thanks for Akhtar's awareness of his coma.

Now they have calmed down, because when Zahwa lahiran there will be Akhtar who accompanies him. Satisfied with exchanging news with the family, Akhtar and Zahwa decide to take a break. Zahwa's hand cupped half Akhtar's face and stroked him, while his stomach was also played the same by Akhtar.

They were silent for quite a while, before Zahwa finally opened his voice.

"Thank you" Akhtar who heard it was confused, but he just kept waiting for the next sentence.

"Thank you, baby, because you still want to live with me. I thought what if I couldn't be with you anymore. What if she loves you more. I don't know if I can survive like that. I can't imagine if-"

"Hustt..! Never, ever imagine or think of anything that does not happen, God is all-good who still gives me a second chance at life, that means God is still giving us time to raise our children together. And educate them in the way of God. I should be thanking my wife, because you are the great woman God gave me. Promise to stay by my side no matter what." Akhtar said from the bottom of his heart while staring at the beautiful and clear bead in front of him

"I can't promise, because we don't know what God's destiny is going to be in the future. Whatever it is, stay happy, guide our children as you wish"

"Not only me, but you are my wife. Us!"

'why is it so hard to say yes. Because I don't know if I can accompany you forever or not' - Zahwa's inner self

Zahwa just smiled in response, then closed his body to Akhtar's embrace and closed his eyes. Akhtar returned his embrace and kissed Zahwa on the forehead for a long time. Then, close your eyes following the wife to dreamland.

Moments later, Zahwa, who was still awake, opened his eyes. Looking at the face of the husband who has fallen asleep is evident from his regular snoring breath.

He looked at a slightly pale face, but did not reduce his good looks. The fear of loss still lingers in his chest even though he knows that the body in front of him has been reunited with his soul .

The thin, slender lips scoured the entire surface of the handsome and mighty man's face without bothering the owner. And ended up in a lip game that turned out to be answered by the husband.

"Wait for me to recover in a minute!" Akhtar's whisper made Zahwa's face blush and hid his face in the recess of Akhtar's neck

***

"Honey..here!" Call Zahwa by patting the side

"Awhile" said Akhtar as he walked carrying a tray of milk for Zahwa.

Now they are sitting relaxed on the edge of the garden pool behind the house. The two seemed to be in harmony wearing white clothes enjoying the twilight that soon appeared.

Yeah! after 14 days, Akhtar's recovery period has now all returned as usual. They can enjoy the time of waiting for the birth of their child.

The romance is also the warmth from Akhtar back Zahwa gets. The spoiled attitude of Zahwa when both with him back Akhtar received. From everything Akhtar became a husband who was more alert and responsive.

Paying three months does not accompany the wife in difficult times. Now he is replaced by giving all his attention and affection. To make Zahwa to forget the past that he has managed to go through.

"Hmmmm, don't want to!" reject Zahwa when the glass is thrust in front of him.

"loh?! why refuse, ayoo spend it" Zahwa again shook his head

"That's what I like about this taste"

" Who bought who?"

"emm, I'm ehehe"

" Why buy if you like, hm?" akhtar asked gently while stroking Zahwa's stomach

" Because you like this taste, so I bought this to miss me when you were in a coma yesterday" said Zahwa

He recalled his lonely times that everything must smell Akhtar longing to the husband.

"emm, it's best to buy something ordinary" Zahwa nodded

"But this remains in drinking yes. You are pregnant"

" but- Akh.."

"why?" tanya Akhtar panicked to see Zahwa holding her lower abdomen

"Sick Yank!" Akhtar suddenly pale, even paler than when he was in a coma.

"a-I have to what? sa-sayang. who is calm. istighfar.. sholawat yank.."

"hufftt..hufftt.." Zahwa's face was already flushed red withstanding the turmoil in her stomach.

Zahwa pulled Akhtar's hand to continue stroking his stomach. Akhtar's lips whispered sholawat as well as a sedative verse right in front of Zahwa's stomach.

Slowly and gradually the pain began to subside. Akhtar raised his head to look at Zahwa who was also looking at him.

"When's the HPL?" ask Akhtar

" About four to seven days away" Akhtar nodded

"We'd better go inside. It's not good that by the Maghrib you're still outside. Open mouth..!"

With a little forced Zahwa to drink the milk that he had refused earlier.

"Come on!" Akhtar gave his hand and helped Zahwa to stand up. But only one step he walked. Zahwa returned grimacing

"Hmmpph. shhhhh! Yank, rich I want a baby!"

" What! DON'T BE SO SMART!"

"HUH?!"