Young Jurist

185. Caring for wives

Laura frowned when she arrived home, the door was wide open and full of people. Even his voice was heard.

"Maybe the people around here deliberately came to visit to see her baby Bayu Miss. The custom here is like that." said Reyhan who knew his wife was frowning.

"Good dong. If people in the city say hello to the neighbors alone never." great-grandson Laura when remembering the association in the city.

"Did, who said. When we were married, in the morning I went to the mosque, my father said hello to me."

"They know, my husband is a good man. It must have been graciously greeted." with a sincere smile, Laura praised her husband.

"Ish, most can. There must be something." seduced Reyhan, then anxiously rubbed Laura's head.

The two immediately went down and greeted the guests one by one. Then sit with them.

There came the babble of the neighbors who slightly offended Laura.

"When will you soon have children?"

A sacred question that is actually only God Himself knows the answer. But still humans ask their fellow men. If you say stupid, you don't want to either.

Laura only drew a smile in response to the question, although her heart was very unhappy with the question posed by Reyhan's neighbors.

"Miss Laura took a bath first, so as not to get cold" Reyhan said so that Laura was not constantly faced with questions that made her discouraged.

Laura immediately stood up to the bathroom. While Reyhan brought their bags into the room, while taking a change of clothes for himself and Laura.

"Don't mind their words Miss. Think of their question as a radio block" Reyhan said after Laura walked out of the bathroom. And the two are standing face to face.

"Radio lapping? What do you mean, Mas? I don't understand." Laura frowned repeating Reyhan's words.

"Radio's broken." kekeh Reyhan.

"Geez, why is your language so weird." Laura nodded in response to her husband's words.

"Em, Miss Laura, laughing always makes my heart ache. So wanting to pinch." Reyhan's wrath pinched both of Laura's cheeks making her grimace.

Reyhan scrunched his forehead, when after the tahajud prayer, he heard Laura delirious. Sometimes he sniffled, sometimes he laughed and talked. Like talking to a baby. He approached Laura.

"Why is it hot again?" hiss Reyhan.

Last afternoon Laura's body was hot, after her hot meal came down and her pale countenance faded. Even this afternoon he looked more cheerful. At night it gets hot again.

Reyhan rushed to get a cloth and water to compress Laura, then sat down beside her while lightly kneading her body.

The next day, when Laura woke up her face was getting pale. Finally, that morning after dawn he went back to sleep.

Reyhan finally asked his father for permission to accompany Laura at home. It can't be all that's burdened on her mother. Even without asking, her mother still wanted to take care of Laura.

And so that morning, the men were busy taking care of each other's wives.

Reyhan washes his clothes and Laura's. After that, he made a green bean porridge that Laura asked for.

Bayu was also the same, after his brother finished washing clothes, it was his turn to wash his small family clothes. Which of course is dominated by bedong cloth, and cute baby clothes. When finished, it was her turn to clean Anisa's body with a clean cloth and water. Because I'm still worried about the stitches.

While Bima, he cleaned the entire room, then took a shower before leaving for school.

Rohmah's mother was no less busy. As usual, she cooks alone for her family. Before the residents came to her house to help cook food for the event Aqiqah baby Anisa.

Oek...Oek

The baby cries from inside the room. Rushing Bayu who had finished washing clothes into the room.

"Kok papa the hell call?" anisa's eyes glared at her dislike.

Bayu approached Anisa who was breastfeeding her baby. He also sat by his bed.

"What do you want to call her, darling?"

"I want her called umi. And you're abi mas."

Bayu was speechless at Anisa's request. Because his heart felt unregulated by that call.

"I don't think I'd be a good fit if I called abi. My religious science is still at my fingernails." Bayu also said the truth with a sad face.

Anisa looked at her husband for a few seconds before answering.

"Mas, a call has nothing to do with the level of understanding a person has towards his belief. Umi means mother. Abi means father. I just want to teach my son Arabic. You don't like it."

"Hem, yes if that's what you want, baby. The important thing is that you are happy." Bayu finally accepted Anisa's decision with a smile.

"Oh yes, our dear child forgot to be given what name." as usual Bayu began to frat again joking.

Finally, they again argue in determining the name of the child.

They decided to name Zakira Zahra. Which means a beautiful daughter who always dhikr.

Of course, both of them hoped that their children would always remember Allah and wet their lips with dhikr.

"Alright, because the hammer's been bent. So the naming trial for babies and the call for us as parents is over. Bi-Bay wants to take a shower first to be handsome and cool." Bayu also kissed his son's forehead and then stood up to come out.

"What does Bi-Bay mean?" Anisa frowned.

"Abi Bayu." chuckled her and then out of the room.

"Yes Allah. Just play a short game." muttered Anisa while shaking her head, although she also smiled considering Bayu's words.

Meanwhile in the side room, Reyhan was waking up Laura. A bowl of green bean porridge that still reflects hot smoke has been presented on the table.

"Miss Laura, let's get up." Reyhan repeatedly woke Laura up.

Nearly half an hour passed, and Laura squirmed. His nose sniffed the appetizing smell of food.

"Like the smell of green bean porridge." he hissed.

"Didn't you ask to make green bean porridge Miss?"

'Then anyway? I don't remember." Laura replied as she fixed her sitting position.

Reyhan took the bowl of porridge and began to feed Laura. He smiled looking at Reyhan who was very attentive with him.

"I want to bribe you too."

Laura asked for the spoon that Reyhan held and then fed it, until without feeling the porridge was finished.

"You want to add more?" tawar Reyhan and Laura nodded.

"You're really good at cooking. I'm just a woman who's not good at cooking." Laura cheered.

"What matters is that Miss Laura is smart to please me."

"Haish, the dreadlocks have no quality." Laura poked Reyhan with a pillow.