TALAQ

TALAQ
Part 192 TALAK


"Mas, want to eat?" I asked the Chess. Now I'm eating fried rice that was cooked by mbak Yah.


"It looks good the rice smells good" praised Mr. Chess who was sitting on the dining table chair in my house.


"But really mas, it was mbak Yah and mbak Us who cooked," I said while feeding catur sir.


"Pass on the tongue," Praise Mr. Chess happy" Dinda did not do anything dangerous right?" ask Chess worried, my husband is really over once when it comes to me and my son.


"Yes did not Mas was just help ibuk sumpusi snack while watching TV was not until my waist was sore I told me to stop, I don't know mas Dinda now easily tired, very tired, I had eaten so many times a day, but now I am hungry again" I complained.


"Tomorrow mas send a nurse to take care of Dinda and our dear child," said Mr. Chess softly while eating.


"Mas, don't overdo it like this, no good, inshaallah Dinda and our son are fine" I advised.


"Mas is only worried about Dinda and our son, darling, Mas does not want the past events to repeat, mas is still afraid, please follow Mas' request!"


"But this mas is very excessive, for Dinda," my protest was gentle so as not to silence my husband, I was indeed really uncomfortable if there was a bodyguard who was always watching me.


"Even if Dinda refuses mas will still pay the sisters to take care of Dinda and our child, we discuss tomorrow the mas is tired, mas want to rest," Mr. Chess got up from her seat leaving me who was still sitting on the dining table chair.


I know from the look on the face of the Chess sir exuded a dislike for my rejection, I spent my nose is only two spoons, he said, not that I don't care about my husband but unfortunately if I don't spend the morning blind I would be hungry. Without washing the dishes I immediately brushed my teeth and caught up with my husband who was lying on the bed.


"Mas, sorry," my great-granddaughter I went to lie down and hugged Chess's body.


"Dear, rest is already night," said Mr. Chess softly no longer sulking.


"Since maem can't sleep mas wait another hour, mas just sleep first," my great-granddaughter.


"There may be Mas can sleep if Mas's wife and children have not slept, eating out is not good if immediately lying down," said Mr. Chess directly sitting leaning on the bed.


"Mas, actually I'm not good if there must be someone who is always watching me," my great-grandson again who has been leaning on my husband's shoulder.


"We'll talk about it tomorrow, baby, now rest first, it's night,"


"Mas," manjaku.


"You asking?" god Chess sir.


"No," I replied more and more spoiled.


"La keep what dong?" ask the Chess.


"How are you doing today?" my many.


"Do you need Dinda to come to the office" my god


"Dinda enough at home, waiting for the mas to come home," said Mr. Chess.


After an hour of leaning back, mingling me and Mr. Chess lay their bodies on the mattress, since married until now, Mr. Chess if sleep always hugs me. All this time I was really comfortable when I was in the arms of Chess sir. This morning me and Mr. Chess woke up late probably because last night slept too late, so the dawn prayer until heard. Chess and I just woke up when I heard a noise from my parents' house. I wriggled slowly I opened my eyes I saw my husband was still asleep in his dream, I looked at the clock that was pressing on the wall.


"Astaqfirullah hal'adzim," I was very surprised because the clock has shown five o'clock and fifteen minutes "Mas, Mas wake up and we are bad luck!" seruku while shaking the body of Mr. Chess.


"What time is it, baby?" ask Mr. Chess still with his heavy voice.


"Fifth hour is more than a quarter of a mas!" sahutku.


"Astaqfirullah hal'adzim!" exclaimed Mr. Chess, Mr. Chess immediately woke up and immediately went to the bathroom, I opened the door so that Afriana could enter because usually Afriana will go home at half-six in the morning, after Pak Catur finished changing my ablution, we both immediately performed dawn prayers, finally we only performed dawn prayers without performing the prayer.


Afriana called me and also Chess sir thankfully we both finished praying, I immediately met Afriana who was ready to take a shower.


"Dad, Afri's gonna do it again, right?" ask Afriana before going into the bathroom.


"Yes dear, of course father interra, now Afri take a shower first, and immediately get ready," said Mr. Chess who stood at the door of the room.


"Bak, Fah, Mas, breakfast is ready!" nafisa who just entered my house.


"Yes Naf, wait for Afri first," I said while arranging Afriana's bag.


"Tumben hasn't had a bath yet?" ask Nafisa without sin.


"Suffering Breath," said Mr. Chess lightly.


"Eat him mas don't be sprayed, pity mbak Fah, and debaynya," chirped Nafisa without sin.


"Not in overtime so-so to Naf!" chirps mr. Chess lightly.


"What the hell are you talking about?" my spoken.


Mr. Chess and Nafisa instead answered instead of laughing, after Afriana finished bathing now Chess sir who is ready to shower "Honey, let's take a bath together," whispered Mr. Chess in my ear.


"Mas, it's noon, it's too late, a shower," I ordered Chess.


Mr. Chess stepped into the bathroom while I helped Afriana to tie her hair and the neatness of her uniform, not to forget I also prepared clothes for my husband. Not how long Pak Chess has been out of the bathroom because it was a little afternoon then the Chess sir then the Chess sir drove Afriana first, and will return home to accompany me to breakfast. After taking Afriana to school, Mr. Chess accompanied me to breakfast, me and Mr. Chess had breakfast at my mother's house, because tomorrow is Nafisa's seven-monthly event, so some neighbors started coming to help my parents cook. Nafisa and Fauzan have also taken a day off, so my parents' house is definitely starting to get crowded again. Finished breakfast Mr. Chess immediately leave for the office, this morning Mr. Chess leaving for the office is also a bit unfortunate.


After leaving Mr. Chess I was busy helping people, I chose to do light work, I like helping to drain and cut potatoes, and cut tempe. Laughter and directionless babbling dominated the crowds in my parents' kitchen.