Enough One Wife
Because of Being Whispered While Sleeping

"Sir, tomorrow is a holiday, we go yuk. We haven't been out for a long time" I said to Jihan, as we were already in bed, preparing to take a break after a tired day with each other's activities. I'm with office work and Jihan with home and kids business.

Three years ago, when I decided to get married, Jihan and I did not spend too much time together. We got married in Sumatra. Only six days there, I immediately brought him back to Jogja because I work here. After that, I immediately stayed working. Monday to Friday. While Saturday and Sunday when I used to go back and forth to the village because my father was sickly at that time. Jihan I didn't bring to save the cost. Two months later she became pregnant with our first child, Akbar. But we have to give up the baby that according to ustadz will be our savings in the afterlife. Akbar died at the age of three months, due to the virus. At that time Jihan had to go through it alone because I was still back and forth the village.

Fortunately, God was quick to give a replacement. Just one year later, she was pregnant with twins. Jihan again had to fight because it turns out pregnant twins are not easy. He was really tired and exhausted. Fortunately, my wife was very patient and did not complain easily. God made it easier for her to give birth to both of our babies normally despite weighing under two kilograms.

Jihan and I got married after going through the ta'aruf process. We are a university but rarely communicate. From the beginning I was looking for her, but Jihan never gave me a chance or any man on the grounds that she was not ready to get married and not interested in dating.

Jihan passed first. I had a chance to ketar-ketir considering he likes a lot. There will be a lot of people going after it. That's why I ventured to meet his family in Sumatra. I came there with the money left by my late father. Luckily, the Jihan family accepted on condition that I have to finish college within a semester, but during that time we cannot communicate first.

There was no answer, only a soft breath. When I glanced to the side, apparently Jihan was already asleep. Ahhh my wife, you must be so tired of being so quiet.

I flicked up Jihan's hair, looking at her tired-looking face. He has served this family very fully, so tomorrow, as my mother said, I will buy him a gift. After looking at Jihan's exhausted face, I got up, grabbed the briefcase that was on the small table that was naturally Jihan's dresser but only lasted two weeks ago turned into my desk. From my briefcase pocket I took an envelope. The money in this envelope is a bonus on the achievements I have earned. Originally, I was planning on handing it to Jihan, but I changed my mind. If given to him, eventually this money will be bought household needs, as usual, he is the same as most mothers who always put the family together to forget about himself. I plan to use it tomorrow to buy Jihan her own things. Not to be shared with the needs of home, child or myself.

"Thank you dear, thank you for being devoted to me. We take care of our babies. I'm sorry to hear that you haven't been able to make things better." I whispered in Jihan's ear.

"Nothing bang, the important thing is that you eat a lot. But do not forget to brush your teeth and flush the bathroom a lot after going to the toilet when finished eating petai yes. I'm so excited to bang." Jihan delirious.

I immediately chuckled.

"So she may be disgraceful to her husband, but she has been praised." Out of anxiety, I pinched her cheek. "O Allah, your cheek deck." I only realized that the cheek was getting chubby, even developed perfectly like a bakpao beyond the development of the cheeks Nabila and Nadira. "this must be the effect of eating a lot. But nothing on the deck, you get fat like this makes Brother more anxious. Thank you deck for letting your body rise perfectly for the sake of our children." I kissed his forehead, cheeks left and right, then lay down beside him.

"Astagfirullah, right, up ten more kilos!" Jihan immediately sat limp on the scales. I see it like it's confusion.

"Why deck?" ask me, get up, then get close. Seen on the sixty scales.

"Bang, I dream, Brother says I'm expanding like a bakpao. Sure enough, when I weigh now I weigh sixty Kilos. Before marriage, my weight was between forty-one and forty-three. That means a lot of rise. Even though when pregnant twins weight stuck in the fifties. It means so much" said Jihan while covering her face.

"Yes on deck, weight matters to the side. It's nothing, what matters is that you're healthy. Brother support you. For your brother fat or skinny is the same. Equally beautiful and attractive. If it used to be beautiful skinny because you are beautiful if now plus fatten even more nyenengin. Make your brother always happy and at home next to you. That's right." I said.

Actually I was shocked too, not expecting that what I whispered earlier even entered into the subconscious of Jihan. Seeing him sad like this makes me have to be careful again. I also promise to really keep the word so as not to hurt her heart.

It would have been too much if it had happened considering what Jihan had done for me. He whose life is like a princess by his family is willing to be a wife, partner, mother, caregiver, home worker after marrying me.

"But bang," Jihan pouted.

"What's? It's been. Now let's go to bed. You're only two not giving birth, are breastfeeding too. Twin sons. So it's natural. Which is not natural if you brush like a bone. That's the new Brother cry deck. Means brother failed to save you. Brother will also be ashamed of both your parents and mother will be very angry. But with you like this brother even thank you because your family will not be sad and mother will not blame Brother." I held onto Jihan's shoulder, pointing her towards the bed.

"Bang, I'm sorry. I'm not as pretty as I used to be." Jihan hugged me. I rubbed his back. After he was comfortable then I invited him back to sleep, of course he slept with my arm.

When I hugged her, I smiled. Yes, too, Jihan fat. But I still love him. More affection in fact. No matter how much he gains, what is important is that he is healthy and will continue to be my life partner.