Husband's Taste Friend
The Part 53

Three months after the wedding, Seno's parents, especially her mother began to actively and openly ask about the baby. To be honest, Nisa was a little distracted. Who doesn't want to be given fast? But what else, all that is not the power of man, God is the absolute take care of it.

"Nis ... Don't be tired of trying."

"She, you must be diligent in drinking this herbal medicine, it ...."

Or

"Nis, try every holiday week with Seno so as not to stress."

For a long time Nisa even stressed with the words of her in-laws who pounded her almost every day by phone.

"Sen, Mama you tuh, yes, the time every day talking about grandchildren continues, children continue, I'm dizzy tauk! We also got married for three months. Well, Lala same Brian also almost a new year of love." If Nisa has been nagging about it, all Seno can do is stay still while propping up his chin to see the movements of his wife's lips that look funny if they are upset.

After that she squeezed Nisa's nose because of anxiety, Nisa continued to grumble, plus slowly hit her husband's arm.

"I'm sorry my mom, yeah, Nis. He was like that because he really wanted to get our grandchildren. From Mas Agam, there is already Jasmin, after all Santi's mother can not be pregnant anymore because Jasmin's birth time there is a problem, what is the name? If not wrong heavy preeclampsia. Santi's mother almost did not help at that time, the doctor did not get her pregnant until Jasmin five years."

"Yes Allah is deceived. How come Santi never told me the same?"

"Maybe he's traumatized, Nis. He was in a coma for a few days."

"Astagfirullah ... Santi's Mama. I don't know if you don't talk. How did you not tell the same stories as me?"

"Yes ... I think it was not too important to discuss, besides this is a family problem, you also do not necessarily want to be horrified, either, you used to be busy mulu mulu-cowok who said he had a crush on you, right?"

"Hadeuh start, deh, lure."

"I don't want to go fishing, honey, I don't have a hook." Seno chuckles.

"What, anyway!"

"Oh, yes especially if you've been talking about your ex-husband. Bake, tauk!"

"Continue .. continue ...." Nisa's draping her chest with her lips.

"Create ...." Seno scratched his head despite not itching.

"You're a real hobby now."

"Let's not stress."

"There's even stress, you know." Nisa turned her back to Seno.

Seno got up from her seat, grabbed Nisa's shoulder and turned her body to face her. She smiled as she continued to look at Nisa's face, while Nisa avoided that gaze, feeling uneasy from being angry.

"Don't smile!" nisa is upset.

"And you made me smile" Seno said, then she brought her face closer to Nisa's face and put her nose to Nisa's nose. The smile on his lips did not come off.

"Don't be upset, Nis," he said. "I'll talk to my mother later."

Nisa put her face away a few inches. "Yes, yeah ...."

"Take a. Tomorrow I'll stop by Mama's house after work."

Slowly Nisa's smile expands on her face, and it makes Seno happy. He ruffled Nisa's hair slowly, then stroked her cheeks.

"Well, we're asleep now, ten o'clock. Tomorrow I want to meet early in the morning to discuss an important project" Seno said while sitting on the lip of the bed.

"What other projects?" nisa asked, following Seno, sitting next to her.

Seno smiled happily at the thought of the project he was going to work on. "You know what, honey, I just got two big tenders."

Nisa's face immediately heard it. "Well, what is it?"

Seno's eye beads glanced upwards. "Mmm .. First we get a smartphone company client. The new smartphone, but I'm sure the product will explode in the market, we've done a little research with similar products, and the company has already cooperated with its own brand ambassador."

"Who is he?"

"Iqbaal Ramadan."

"Huaaaa Dylan. Honey, if you meet him, greet him from me." Nisa to soar happy.

Seno glanced at the irritated Nisa while draping her hands across her chest. "So!"

"What a spy! I'm not exactly like him."

"Still in droves?"

"Doyan, dong."

"Sina!" This time Seno glared.

"Darkening, hehe. Well, keep the second what?"

Seno rubbed her chin with her index finger. "This time we will not make a concept about products, but services."

"Services?"

"Yupz, we're working with a big bank. Honestly, cooperation with banks and advertising services, the first for us. I'm nervous too, but I believe my team is great, they can do it."

"Eagerness, Honey. SenProd is getting bigger now. Your health, yes. Be a good leader, let your team be at home."

Seno nodded. "Yes, that's why I don't talk a lot and chat a lot with them, let them be comfortable. Because our work focuses on ideas. If they are pressed, where can you get ideas that are out of the box, right? Yeah..maybe I kind of took it to another section, like financial administration or HRD."

"Current to everything, baby. Mmm but ... If you are busy, the plan to Balinya not so dong?"

Seno smiling. "Who said? I anticipated it before. Next week I will be busy, and maybe the weekend will be too. So ... I've booked a ticket to Bali for this weekend."

"Huh? Seriously you?" Nisa.

"Seriously, boong time, anyway? Lore ...." Seno picks up her phone on Nisa's dresser. Then show me the plane ticket.

"Huuaaaa .. Thank you, Sen." Nisa hugged Seno. Seno smiled as she patted Nisa's back gently. There was satisfaction in his mind already making his wife very happy like this.

"I can't wait to see the beach." Nisa took off her embrace. "Just be there I want ...."

***

Seno parked her car to her parents' yard. His father was reading a book on the terrace accompanied by a cup of tea at the table. Smile Seno immediately expands to see the man he loves the most. Seno got out of the car. Aryan closed the book and took off his glasses seeing his youngest child coming.

"Ma ...." Seno kissed his papa's hand as usual.

"Tumben stopped by here, where's Nisa?"

"I'm alone, Nisa's still in her office. Where's mama, Pa?"

"Your mom's inside." Seno went inside followed by Aryan.

"Ma ...," cried Seno. Nurul loosened his head from the back window of the house, he was spraying his ornamental plants with a small bottle.

"Sen, you come."

"Yes. Mama here turned out." Seno approached Nurul and kissed her hand. "Tumben you stopped by?" cetus Nurul's.

"Yes, that's a big tumben." Aryan who now moved his seat on the bench on the back porch followed the gomong. Seno chuckles. Yes, he is very rarely come to the parents' house if nothing is really important, even sometimes his own parents who come to the apartment if they miss the same youngest child.

"What's wrong?" ask Nurul. "You want some dimasakin?" guess it.

"That's great, you can just guess, huh." Seno chuckled again.

"You know, if you're here, you'll want riques."

According to Seno, he does not need to openly come just to talk about children, fearing that his parents are offended.

"What are you masakin for?"

"Well, you know what my favorite food is."

"Okay, you guys want to cook for Nisa too, like she's got a squid sauce, huh?"

"Kok, Mama know?" Seno amazed herself with the sensitivity of her mother.

"Tau dong, did mama secretly observe."

"Wow, my mom is the best." Seno hugged her mother. "May my mother continue to be healthy, live a long life."

"So you want a new hug."

"Hehe."

Aryan who was reading the book smiled to see the remains of the mother and child.

"Yes, my mom goes to the kitchen. Later let Bi Nah who bought squid to the nearest supermarket delivered Mang Asep."

Nurul galloped into the kitchen while Seno remained there with her papa. "What book, anyway, Pa? Seriously as it is."

"Good book" he quipped without taking his eyes off the letters in the book.

Seno was grieving, but her lips flashed a smile. "The answer is very awkward."

Aryan saw the cover. "The Great Theft: Wrestling Islam from The Extremes."

"Heavy boil is also Papa's reading. Hehehe," as always Seno.

"Yes, if you want your insight to be broad, you must be diligent in reading good books. This book is Khaled Abou El Fadl. A comprehensive account of how Muslims in some parts of the world have turned away from rational thinking and have begun to dabble in literal interpretations, extremism, and sometimes violence. This book provides the best way to understand some of the political upheavals we see in Muslim countries today, including the emergence of militant ideology."

"Mmmm heavy ah, I don't want to read that. Yes Papa continued reading it, I want to lie first in the dalem."

"Yes, there."

After finishing cooking, Nurul called Seno who was sleeping in the middle room. "Well done, Ma? Also spit."

"This cook is doang mah cepet. Chicken rica-rica equal squid sauce padang, and all mama love a large portion so you can make tomorrow again. Later you keep it in the refrigerator, if you want to eat again stay angetin, deh."

"Ready, my dear mama. Thanks a lot, Ma."

"Well, what time's it coming home from work, Sen?"

"Tujuhu's hour."

"Review don't be tired, Sen. Mama was worried about Nisa. Mama's afraid she's every day of soy sauce and you're so hard to have kids."

Seno smiling. Finally his mother opened up a conversation about it too. Seno grabbed her mother's fingers and squeezed them slowly. "Ma .. be calm, yes, if Allah has willed us to be loved, whatever Suck Nisa or I work, surely dapet. We're trying, really. Nisa has also started taking supplements for fertility. We went to the gynecologist last week, and there was no problem. We're in good health, it's all a matter of time. If Mama thinks too much about this, I'm afraid Mama is sick. So pliiiss don't talk about this again with Nisa, yeah."

Nurul took a long breath. The worried look still shaded his face. "Mama is afraid that Santi's events will repeat to Nisa. Mom's really scared, Sen. So if later Mama is too overprotective same Nisa please just understand, yes."

"Mama don't worry about it ah, just calm down, yeah. I'm afraid that Mama might get sick later, right berabe. We're all of them."

Seno saw in the twinkle of his mother's eyes there was indeed a very big anxiety. She smiled soothingly and hugged her mother tightly.

"May the children all be healthy and happy. Mama always prayed for the four of you, make jasmin too." Nurul. Seno rubbed his mother's back. Yes, this is a mother. He would be happier if his children were happy. He would be hurt more if his son was hurt. He will do anything for the happiness of his son, no matter if he himself has to bleed or even die.

Seno is very grateful to have a mother as great as her mother. From childhood he and Agam did not lack the slightest bit of affection. And he has always been the vanguard for anything.

"You're praying Magrib here, right?" Nurul releases Seno's embrace.

"Yes, Ma, finish praying I go home."

"Aren't you going to pick up Nisa?"

"No, today he's got his own car."

"Aren't you looking for a driver for him, Sen? Or Mr. Vishnu is also okay."

"Yes, I'll consider it, Ma. Oh yes, Friday afternoon, I'm the same Nisa wants to go to Bali. What do you want mom?"

"What the hell, just don't wear a barong shirt."

"Hahaha, yes don't dong, Ma."

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