TALAQ
Part 232 TALAQ

Now that ten packs of satay have changed hands, the security guard received a gift from my husband with excitement, after parking the motor we both enter the house now drowsiness began to ambush my eyes, he said, but behind my drowsiness there was a certain push from inside my body.

"Mas." call me spoiled.

"Mas knows, now we go in, and clean up first" my husband said as if he knew my will.

We headed straight to our room, but before I had the opportunity to see my twins who were sleeping in their own room while my sister slept in the next room.

The night was getting late, ah actually no longer getting late but before morning, Because at one night my husband and I just finished cleaning up after coming home from eating satay. Tonight we no longer use to sleep but we carry out rituals that can only be carried out by halal couples to bring rewards and blessings in sailing our household ark.

Before the dawn of dawn we chose to take a shower immediately because if we chose to sleep it was ascertained to miss dawn because we had not slept at all. An event that I have never felt during my marriage with Mr. Chess, usually even if staying up late because in a small fuss or there is a sick family, last night we really stayed up, he said, starting from completing office work to completing the desires that have mastered our bodies.

Finished performing the morning prayer I advised all residents of the house if we both want to rest on the grounds of being late to do office work. For my two children I have provided Asi in the refrigerator so stay loving.

We were both completely exhausted, when I entered the room it turned out that my husband was already lulled into his dream realm, I caught up with my husband before closing my eyes to look at the exhausted face of a man who for years treated me like an empress, a man who loved and loved me sincerely, a man who could bear the wounds of my ex-husband, a man who always caught me in the clouds, a man who always made me happy safe and comfortable with him. After looking at him I kissed my husband's cheek and I hugged him tightly and I started to close my eyes.

The boisterous sound of children breaking the silence in my dream, the light of sunlight began to break into my room through a speck of crack in my room, I opened my eyes and it turned out that my husband was still lulled with the dream realm, I reached my phone on the magazine to see the time, ten o'clock in the afternoon, yes now it was ten o'clock in the afternoon, want to wake up but my eyes are still sleepy and my body is also still sore because last night we were both like people who were crazy, like people who had just met after a long separation, like people who had just met after a long time apart, I moved because I wanted to go to the bathroom.

"Sleep first love accompany mas." ask my husband with eyes still closed and heavy sounds typical of people who are still sleepy.

"I want to go to the bathroom first" I replied getting out of bed.

Finished from the bathroom I saw my husband sitting leaning on the head of the bed.

"Aren't you going to sleep again?" my many.

"Yes, but how about ten what about the kids?" ask husband.

"Inshaallah the children are safe" I answered back on the bed and laid my body on the bed.

"Racid?" my husband's many.

"Capek, my body is all sore" I replied honestly.

"I'm sorry, it's made Dinda dear softer, what about the content of Dinda?" she was worried, because last night my husband was really out of control.

"We go to sleep again at twelve we come out" said Mr. Chess already back lying down and hugging tightly my body.

"I'm sorry dear father, last night I disturbed you, disturbed your calm, uh but not just your mother's father also lo, until my father was defeated" my husband whispered as he gently stroked my stomach.

"Oh, dad." my great-granddaughter, I'm really embarrassed to remember last night.

"Every night we eat too many satellites, it's just that our children are wayward."

The plan was to stay the plan we wanted to go back to sleep but the fact is that we were both engaged in a light conversation for up to an hour lay us both no one closed our eyes.

"Hungry mas, I want to eat boiled yam." my great-granddaughter.

"Let me ask the security guard to buy him" replied Mr. Chess.

"No way, I want yams from the fields and dumplings." I asked without sin.

My husband scrunched his forehead "Whose field? We don't have Farms, baby." obviously astonished.

"The field behind my house or sometimes my father." I said.

"All right, dad's going there but I'm eating first." My husband finally relented.

"I'm coming, I want to see you take yams in the field" I said.

"Later mother ketapek an." My husband forbid me.

"I'm going along anyway." My pregnancy this time was more of a spoiled direction and wanted it to always be served by my own husband.

"Alright, we're leaving but don't take the kids, finish taking our yams straight home huh." finally my husband agreed to my request without protest.

My husband and I immediately changed clothes, after saying goodbye to Qibtiyah and the others, we both drove to my parents' house on an N-max motorcycle, the heat of the sun did not dampen the intention of both of us to go to my parents' house.