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Chapter 60 END - Karina Dusk Princess Khoirul

"So why? You mistaken for another man? Oh, maybe you think that food was from Richard? Worth it," muttered Khoirul. He was upset that Khadija thought so. Though he intends to give a surprise by sending an exclusive lunch from a Padang most expensive restaurant.

It fell down the stairs. Khadijah had mispronounced her husband. "It's not so, Mom. This morning, I got a delivery of food. I thought it was from Mas but it wasn't. Then I got another food shipment in the afternoon so I thought it was the same."

"From Richard?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Then you accepted it? You're also grateful that Richard noticed you?"

"No, Mas. I was already angry with him when I was wrong. I thought he was attentive but he wasn't. He gave me food because of the rest of the box. Then the lunch box he didn't admit it. Shame on me?" khadijah.

Khoirul smiled amusedly. His jealousy did not last long. He was more anxious about Khadijah's confident attitude. "What a pity on my wife."

"Well, would you be embarrassed?" sudang Khadija's.

"It's not. It's funny to see you hit the wrong guy."

"There is no sender name. Why not give a message too? I would not guess. Where the rice I gave to a friend. I actually want to eat it but if I eat later I like to be given the same Brother Richard."

"You refused breakfast?"

"Yes. I gave it to a friend again."

Khoirul rubbed his wife's head, "Good. That's just her name obedient to the husband."

"Responsibility, Mas. I want rice Padang."

"Change clothes first. We will eat there" Khoirul said.

"Gazy."

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[Silver Colored, I leave for London tomorrow morning. I'm sorry if I'm saying yes by message instead of direct]

"Mas, look at me!" khadijah told Khoirul. He shoved his cell phone at Khoirul. Khoirul read it quickly, then returned it again. "Will you talk to me, Mommy?"

Khoirul nodded, "I don't think the decision is final yet."

"Maybe it was due to yesterday's problems, so Kinan sped up his departure. It doesn't matter, the important thing is that he's ready."

Khadijah chewed fried chicken with a big mouthful of green chili. He seemed eager to spend his. Khoirul took a tissue to clean up the leftovers on the corner of his wife's lips.

"He's been preparing everything for a long time. Zaki's only cause he's back off to leave. Fortunately, she did not marry Zaki. If it is, it is damaged its future" Khoirul commented.

"His sentence has been dropped, my dear?"

"It has. Papa's lawyer wants to appeal so that his sentence is commensurate with what he did to our family" Khoirul explained.

Khadija responded with a nod. "Good."

"Died you. I hope your graduation will be done soon. But if suppose all is done and you have to go to Jakarta for graduation, are you okay?"

"No problem, Mom. I wasn't wrong. Why should I be afraid?"

"good. This is my wife. Eat a lot. We'll watch this. There's a new movie."

"What movie, Mas?"

"horror."

"Noo, I don't want to" Khadija refused.

"Then you want it?"

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A few months passed ...

As time went on, there were many things that made Khadija unceasingly grateful. When she had to live life as a young pregnant mother, she had to return to Jakarta to attend her graduation. She managed to graduate with good grades despite not being as high as her mother-in-law's expectations.

Khadijah thought Marwah would not come to his show because she did not like him very much. But when it came time for him to go on stage, Marwah came with Raden with a large bouquet of flowers in his hand. His face looked unfriendly but his heart was certainly different. A little bit of Khadijah's defeatist attitude made the woman crumble.

Moreover, Khadijah also often asked the recipe of typical Marwah family cuisine that he had eaten several times. Cravings this time more simple and not neko-neko. He also rarely gets sick. Sometimes in the morning.

"Tonight stay at home, right?" ask Marwah after the graduation ceremony is over. Their photo list is more than enough to be displayed in the living room.

"Can, Ma?" ask Khadijah.

"Who forbids it?" cerca Marwah's.

"Yes, who knows if you're rejected, right?" kanda Khadijah's.

Marwah scowled, pretending to be annoyed. "What dinner do you want? Let mama prepare."

Don't you? Although the tongue is sharp but the attention is more than enough to say Marwah began to love him.

"Sup ribs, Ma. But the food is not too thick. Same tempeh mendoan and fried tofu," pinta Khadijah.

Marwah just nodded.

"I wasn't offered, Ma?" ask Khoirul. He was jealous of the closeness of Khadija and Marwah. In his mind he was happy to see things improving.

"You can eat anything. It's different if you're pregnant."

"Well, mama is beginning to discriminate" Khoirul lamented.

"Already, Khoirul. Don't be so envious. Let Khadijah get the full attention of your mama. If you want attention, then papa will pay attention to you. What do you want to eat?" sela Raden's. He was happy that the two women who should have loved each other had raised the white flag of peace.

"I want to eat rib soup too" said spoiled Khoirul.

"Okay, we make a big portion so you guys are satisfied eating. Let's go home first. Khadija can not be tired," interrupted Marwah. He had no intention of linking his arms to Khadija but Khadijah took the initiative. The two men who were busy whispering behind seemed to enjoy the closeness of the two.

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The birth signs are already there. Khadija felt her stomach tighten along with the desire to get something out. He has followed the doctor's advice to do up and down movements so that the delivery is smooth.

Khoirul also helped him to walk every morning so that Khadijah used to do it. On the eve of childbirth, Khadijah and Khoirul moved back to their home in Jakarta due to the request of Marwah and Ratna. The two middle-aged women wanted to keep Khadijah so that Khadijah would have no trouble doing it alone.

By Day H, Khadijah could not survive much longer. Khoirul took her to the hospital and the doctor said the labor would be carried out. All the families were waiting in the most exclusive rooms Khoirul booked so they could comfortably wait for Khadijah's delivery. While in the delivery room, only Khoirul can accompany.

I don't know how long, obviously Khadijah has not focused on the surrounding. He tried to do his best according to the doctor's instructions. Although the pain was more than he had imagined, but when he heard the sound of crying of the baby in the room, the pain disappeared instantly.

Khadija crying haru. The woman stared at the dark shadow of her baby with a smile on her dikulum. Then his eyes began to darken. He doesn't remember anything anymore.

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"What's his name?" ask Marwah curiously.

Khadijah glanced at Khoirul, her husband who had prepared the name.

"Karina Dusk Princess Khoirul."

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END

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