Missing Room
Extra Part

I'm having fun with kitchen utensils, that's what I'm doing in the morning blind. I woke up early to prepare food for my daughter, Aqila.

Precisely today he has outbound activities at school in order to have a farewell event, because the new school year tomorrow he has gone up to elementary school.

Time seems to go so fast, at the age of marriage that will step on the number seven I am increasingly enjoying my role as a wife and mother of my two children. I spend a lot of time in the kitchen. And it happened when Mas Pras gave one compliment when I accidentally made food from my own hands, while our household assistants were enjoying time off.

Urgent circumstances and conditions outside the rain forced me to process foodstuffs in the kitchen. Fried rice with a mixture of vegetables that I cut into small pieces with the addition of spices and soy sauce in fact makes Mas Pras unrelenting to issue a word of praise directed at me. And of course it evokes my femininity side to further hone the skills I have. Because trying to give from the work of my hand makes my own pride for me and also as a form of my love for my family.

In my hand there is sausage and knife, I move the knife in a circular direction to form a spiral, I did it repeatedly. And when my work was little, I was so jerked that I dropped the knife from my hand. The half-finished sausage was not perfectly formed.

"Mas!" my shocked protest was the two arms of Mas Pras that were creeping and coiling in my stomach.

"Hmmm," he muttered, as I thought his head was getting on the sidelines of my nape, and then he started peeping at the back of my body.

"You surprised me!" I said, moving quietly to keep my head away from him.

"When did you wake up? Why don't I know," he said pulled away turning to look at me.

I'm sighing. "I made breakfast for Mas and also supplies Aqila," I said, turning to look back at Mas Pras' gaze and pecking his cheek. "I told you last night to get up early to get this ready," she said by patting her arm to escape her entanglement. Then I continued my pending work.

"You're getting bothered like this" he lamented.

Suddenly I shook my head. "I enjoy it" I said with a sincere smile.

What Mas Pras did was to pierce the top of my head, kiss it and say, "Thank you, wife."

And of course behind my body that backs him I smile flattered at his treatment.

Crying this time sounded from the direction of the room, suddenly I turned my head as well as Mas Pras. Without waiting for my orders Mas Pras who first took action rushed to the room. Not intermittently in the sling there is Razka who is still crying a mouthful.

"Here goes with Mama" I said after washing my hands, removing the apron and taking over Razka.

"Please continue that one, just a little more," I asked him for help because there were still a few pieces of sausage and nuggets that were not yet fully mature.

I sat in one of the dining chairs in the kitchen, holding Razka while breastfeeding her. His age that has not even two years makes me determined to be consistent in giving him exclusive ASI. In the midst of my activities as it is now, I heard again screeches from the direction of the room.

My daughter Aqila is awake, I don't know what she's looking for. Along with the door that opened, it was clearer what he wanted. "Mama— long socks orange Kika color is not there," he told me by showing an upset face.

I momentarily glanced towards Mas Pras. Drama in the morning, there are always things sought by him. Though often he forgets to put or put items that have been used in random places.

I'm sighing. "So don't you remember, when was the last time you used it? Probably forgot the point," I said.

But what happened Aqila looked even more sullen and stomped her feet. "Mama— Kila put it in the basket as usual. But Kila's looking still isn't there."

"Can use another," said Mas Pras who is still busy with frying tools without staring at the interlocutor.

"Don't want Papa— Kila to have orange socks. Let it be the same as Kila's clothes," said Aqila who whined.

I subconsciously noticed the clothes Aqila was wearing. He has changed into a white sports suit that is combined with orange. "Sister's been in the shower?" manyu astonished.

Pun with a sullen face Aqila nodded. I asked back, "Bring yourself?"

"Yes Mama—," said Aqila with a high tone which was then accompanied by crying.

I also put my breastfeeding activity on Razka and put it on a special chair, then I left to go to Aqila to go into her room looking for the item she was looking for.

Patience is like being tested with time that seems to run faster. Looking for a pair of socks alone takes almost thirty minutes, not to mention with the provisions also see the condition of Aqila who is not ready because her hair is still messy, not yet combed.

Looking around in the room without meeting, my eyes then turned to the backpack with the cartoon Marsha Aqila. And as I opened the front zipper, my daughter screeched, "Mama meet!"

Between wanting to be angry or happy because of the item he met that clearly there was relief that appeared in my heart. Without saying much I also began to take care of Aqila's appearance. Combing her hair, tidying up her clothes to her socks and shoes.

Once out of the room I immediately sat Aqila at the dining table preparing her breakfast and of course arranging her provisions.

I shouldn't be angry. It was just a trivial thing, maybe Aqila put her socks in her purse so that the item was not left behind.

I nodded and hugged my daughter. Pecked it a few times and said, "Yes no papa."

"When you leave, yes Pa—Ma," he said after saying goodbye after kissing hands at us. "Da da Adek," he said again waving his hand, then running small towards the group.

Has not left the place Mas Pras said, "Home work should not be done first, wait until our home assistant returns from his leave."

I'm nodding. Indeed, for several days I was exhausted with the homework I did, whereas Mas Pras repeatedly told me that I always keep the condition. But I always insisted.

"Let's pick up Aqila together?" my words reminded me, not responding to what Mas Pras said earlier.

"Yes" said Mas Pras smiling and stroking the top of my head, then we continued to get into the car.

***

In the afternoon, the three of us were waiting in front of Aqila's school. And as soon as the bus from the school party arrived, I was so impatient to wait for my daughter to emerge from there.

Tired face, messy hair, a crumpled shirt with a bag on my back and a tent with his right and left hand made me feel anxious about him. But a happy twinkle in his eyes appeared when he realized our existence. Mas Pras swiftly welcomed and hugged our daughter into a sling.

"Princess Papa stinks of acem" said Mas Pras but still peeked at Aqila's cheeks which made him laugh.

While I took over Aqila's belongings, put them in the car. Until the trip home to the house does not stop Aqila told her excitement with her friends.

And once I got home I helped clean Aqila's body, took a bath, changed clothes, dinner to deliver to the room to rest. It did not take long, because his tired condition made him quickly close his eyes. Before I left the room I pecked her cheek first. "Sleep well, baby," I murmured softly.

Arriving at the room I saw Mas Pras still holding Razka. I also chose to directly lay my body on the mattress and shortly when my eyes were unconsciously closed, I felt my legs pulled slowly and then placed on the lap of Mas Pras.

Lately, Mas Pras has been treating me like that. I tried not to complain much because I knew he too was tired of his job which would take care of more than one place.

I also changed my position, which initially lay ki i leaning on the pillow that Mas Pras stacked behind my back.

"Mas said, take care of your condition. Don't be too forced. Remember what the doctor said, don't be tired. Especially the housework. Let me, if Mas go home let Mas do it," said Mas Pras who sounded like a scolding.

While my hands move regularly around my stomach, and of course while enjoying the massage he does.

"Vitamins are taken?"

I'm nodding. My condition is pregnant and she is five months old. At first I did not know it and only realized when my pregnancy was three months old. This was not planned because considering the age of our second child who was still a child had not even finished giving up breastfeeding.

But anyway we are grateful for the presence of our third child. Mas Pras became so attentive to me, and because of all the support he gave me as well as my always good mood, the state of my pregnancy this time there was no obstacle whatsoever.

But again this pregnancy hormone moves actively, like when I was pregnant Razka and lucky now the atmosphere is different. So of course if I ask anything Mas Pras will obey me.

Still peeking at my feet, slightly pulling my legs and sliding my body docked at Mas Pras like he knew what I wanted.

"Aren't you tired?" tanyakanya.

And of course I shook my head, because the feeling in me was no longer held back. Wants immediate impingement. My hand moved against his nape, with Mas Pras welcoming me with a kiss. Which initially soft into longing kisses.

With the headlights still on, my body has switched to lying down with Mas Pras who restrained me using his sturdy body.

His face was clearly visible when we met each other. And the thing I did before we were satisfied, my hand always felt right on his bare chest, to feel the beat of what I was feeling right now.

"I love you" I muttered with a palm that felt every beat in the chest of his field.

"I love you too and I love you very much. Anna, my wife and the mother of my children" she murmured before landing a kiss that felt so tender on my lips.

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