Sorry, For Your Wounds!
Maaf

Keenan's heart rate works faster than usual, from the time of parking the car to start entering the minimarket. The man did not stop kamit kamat, so that the fruit desired by the wife, look beautiful on the fruit shelf.

"Bi? his hand is ragged gini. Not feeling well what?" Arumi looked anxiously at the husband.

Keenan threw himself, as if he was caught staring at another woman.

"No dear. I'm fine, just from the parking lot it was a little hot, so a little memory. Udah, let's find the fruit at the end there." Instead Keenan pointed at the neatly lined shelves to the back, where all sorts of fruit were there. Although not very big, the minimarket sells quite complete household goods. Understandably, there is elite housing.

"Praise Tuhaaann..!" exclaim Keenan unconsciously, to invite strange gazes of the self-service visitors. Keenan was a fool, the important thing is that his soul feels safe now.

"Here dear" Keenan pulled the wife's hand slowly towards the row of grapes. "You're in the borong all? afraid it'll run out, how?" haggling Keenan while putting one by one, the mica containing the grapes into their shopping trolley.

"Udah is enough, I want another one. Can you?" so Arumi, every time they were shopping, if they wanted something, the woman would ask her husband first.

Sometimes Keenan gemes himself with the behavior of the wife. But also grateful, Arumi is not the type of woman who is hungry and hungry eyes. In fact, he could have bought anything for that woman. It's just that Keenan appreciates whatever his wife wants without forcing the will. Sometimes he bought Arumi a small gift according to her, but the reaction of the wife like a private jet.

"Bby dong. What do you want, let's go around first. If there's something you want, don't hold it, we'll have a baby." The two giggled amusedly, with a term that people often say it is. If it is not done, then the baby will be affected.

"What kind of biscuits are these?" Arumi muttered softly holding a snack pack in her hand. "Rich stick but biscuits in chocolate dipping, which is this strawberry flavor, this is vanilla..." Arumi seemed confused. Keenan immediately grabbed and read his composition, in a sense of security, the man took each of every variant of the taste that existed.

"Not much, afraid I don't like it, baby." Arumi remembers her husband.

"Kan, there are children, baby. Don't tell me you're forgetting our kids," Keenan poked his eyes at his wife, Arumi just grinned at the horse. He completely forgot, not the intent.

"Don't forget, just a little khilaf. Abis feels like a newlywed, children are also rarely at home. Follow Grandpa and his grandmother everywhere" indeed, the two children spent more time with his grandfather and grandmother. Otherwise, they would play and stay at Keyra's house.

"Yes we're newlyweds feeling lonely" as Keenan makes both of them laugh. Especially considering the moment, where Dwika's doctor commented on Arumi's pregnancy, which exceeded her marriage age. The two were not angry, only felt ridiculous with the doctor's comments.

"Pak Keenan like diligent once planting, the results immediately look real not to use for long. Congratulations sir your wife is 9 weeks pregnant, two weeks old from the age of her marriage." Doctor Dwika at that time. Making Arumi's cheeks red like a boiled crab, in contrast to keenan who actually smiled.

"Geez! next time we shop, I'll remember. This is the total, gosh! baper I saw it" said Arumi dramatically. The woman had since gotten into the car, was busy checking her receipt. Then re-total the number afraid it is not appropriate. Because his groceries spend a rupiah sheet that is not small. Arumi was unsure of the results until she was willing to double check with her mobile calculator.

Keenan just shook his head, the most unique wife in the world thought he was ridiculous. Even though that amount does not even feel anything, Keenan is like paying a toll. But his wife was busy menotal Kembali, so do not believe in barcode scanner machines.

"Pas" replied Arumi uninspired. "kok rich a little but pay a lot" Arumi muttered in disbelief.

"Would you take a walk for a while? to the park?" instead of keenan so that his wife no longer thinks about their groceries.

"You, let's go there for a second" the woman got excited again, Keenan pulled the corner of her lips. The mood of a pregnant woman is like a roller coaster. So you have to be smart to take good care of it.

Keenan turned his steering towards the intended garden, occasionally scanning every mother and child supply store. Some have been marked Keenan, later when the gestational age of his wife has entered the age of 7 months, less than 3 months into the future. He will visit the store with his wife and children.

How happy the man's heart, his life feels complete and perfect.

Once in the park, there are not too many visitors. Understandably it has started to go up midday.

"Sit here dear" Keenan led the wife.

"I used to come here a lot, same kids. If playing to the mall is quite expensive, I am afraid it is not enough to buy another. Good thing the kids never force it, just here they're happy." Arumi's babble that was like pouring out his heart made the chest of innocence crowded.

Not being swept out without knowing the place, Keenan pulled the wife in his arms. They were sitting on wooden chairs under a Ketapang tree.

"Who? cry bi?" Arumi felt a droplet of water from above her forehead.

"No, I feel very guilty as you were. I'm sorry, I made life miserable for us and the kids. And have to be extra frugal, while I can have fun without even thinking about you guys." Keenan sobbed as he continued to kiss the tip of his wife's head.

"Oh my goodness, bi.. Sorry, I didn't mean that, suddenly just remember our moment. As long as Abi knows, even so, we are still happy because we love each other and have each other. Don't remember anymore, now we are happy and living together. Don't repeat the past, sorry..." Arumi, feeling guilty, has made her husband come back to remember a story they do not want to remember.

"I want some ice cream? that one, vanilla taste the same chocolate." Arumi swallowed her own saliva.

Keenan wiped his tears, "yes, wait here yeah, don't go anywhere until I get back." The man kissed his wife's head once again.

A woman who had been watching the two, began to approach Arumi after Keenan.

"Can you sit?" ask the woman smiling kindly.