TALAQ
Part 193 TALAK.
A day that is so tiring and fun for me, after all these new years I relax at home, usually I have to work hard and I rarely participate in the daytime, he said, when there is a family event, because as a factory employee I have to work from Monday to Saturday, holidays only on Sundays and red dates. Today, Mr. Chess came home quickly and picked up Afriana from school, they arrived home I greeted them with pleasure, Afriana greeting her with his cheer, Afriana immediately changed clothes as usual, while Mr. Chess also entered the room, I accompanied him in the room to change clothes.
"Mas, how's today?" my many.
"Alhamdulillah, both thanks to the prayers of the beautiful wife and sholehah," replied the Chess pleased "Today the grandpa has eaten how many times?" ask Chess sir who has caressed my stomach.
"Newly four times, father," said I imitate the voice of the children" Mas eat used to have Dinda prepared, but not Dinda who cook, neighbor who cook," said I honestly.
"The important thing is that Dinda accompany, let alone be fed the same Dinda all must be delicious," coda Pak Chess.
"Come on, dinda mas bribe," I said a little teasingly.
"Still afternoon Dinda do not just tease, outside many people," said Mr. Chess.
"Who told me to go home quickly" I said spoiled.
"Jalahin mas, nih, who told Dinda to hold on, mas puamnah ceaot because yesterday mas already overtime and returned late" replied Mr. Catur.
I accompanied Mr. Chess to eat lunch, after finishing the tomb I took a nap because sleepy and tired, while Mr. Chess I don't know what he did.
The atmosphere of the rame man who was chatting without direction, and the sound of the children teasing my sleep, I opened my eyes after closing my eyes for about an hour. Now that my body is back fresh, Javanese people say I am pregnant which means just want to eat and sleep without feeling nauseous, or other complaints. Even I do not feel the name of cravings, precisely who feel the cravings of my husband, often the Chess sir wants food at that time, the more intense my husband's day in looking after me.
"Wake up, baby?" ask Chess who just came into my room.
"Where are you," I asked still lying.
"Mas, actually Dinda is not used to all the service," I said honestly.
"Familiar dear, mas do not want to fail again in protecting the family mas, actually to this day mas still traumatized by the events of a few years ago, that's why the mas paid the sisters to look after my son and my wife" Chess explained as she continued to caress my cheek.
"Well, mas I will try, accept it," I finally relented, however I did not want to disappoint my husband's efforts to protect his wife's child.
"Mas, know Dinda is a very independent and great person, all this Mas do because Mas dear to the dainda and Mas children," explained Mr. Chess again.
"Thank you, I'm taking a shower in the afternoon" I said I wanted to get up.
"Behold dear accompany mas for a moment," pinta pak Chess soft.
I did not get up, I let Mr. Chess hug my body lovingly, fortunately the ink day is not too hot so it is not too engrossed when in my husband's arms. After a while the Chess pal had closed his eyes, slowly I got up and left the Chess sir who was already in his dreamland. I went out of my room and into my tavern house, to see and help people.
"Have you woken up Fah?" ask ibukku.
"It's buk," I said.
"Your husband has eaten what has not, from earlier help your father and Fauzan, just returned from taking pesanaan," explained my mother while wrapping flour for nagasari.
"Mas, sleep again Buk," I said.
I did not expect that Mr. Chess also participated in my family's event, my mother said even he was not awkward when it came to helping the father and Fauzan slaughter the chicken, for the seven-monthly event my parents slaughtered about twenty chicken kampung, my mother deliberately slaughtered her own chicken because it happened that the chicken fit again a lot and a little bit of cost. I came back to help but only doing light activities.