A Mother's To Your Child
SIUA 25 Not Pregnant Too?
Mother to Your Child (25)
How else should I advise him, O Allah. The servant was worried that he would do things that would harm him as well as others.
Ms. Ana spoke inwardly as she closed the door of her daughter's room.
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It has been almost six months since Rama and Salma met the Goddess. Since then, the relationship between the two has become more harmonious.
The condition of Salma's legs has also gradually recovered. In fact, he had returned to teaching by the shuttle Mr. Husband who became overprotective and did not allow him to use his motorcycle. I don't know until when.
Later that night, Rama shows that Salma is his future. There was no more Goddess in his heart. Rama was always honest if he met the Goddess accidentally. Or the Goddess who asked to meet but he did not ignore.
Rama keeps his promise not to meet the Goddess behind Salma. Even the habit of Rama who always reported wherever he was seemed to be a habit. To this day, Rama still does.
" Yank, are you not ready?" asked Salma, who was still bare-chested.
Now, not only Rama, Salma has used to call her husband with the call "Yank" or "love" in addition to the call "Mas".
Do not ask how happy Rama was when Salma again called him by that special title.
" Mum wants to be like Faisal." Said it in a spoiled tone.
Salma just smiled. Her husband has been spoiled for some time.
" What-like? Ical is independent. Put on your own clothes. I'm just tidying up." Salma knew Rama's wish. However, she was happy to tease her husband while being in this spoiled fashion.
" Yes already. Wear it yourself." Rama put his foot on the bed where his clothes were ready.
Seeing her husband sulking, Salma even chuckled. " Ish, it's funny that my husband is sulking like this again." Salma approached her husband and took over the clothes she was going to wear.
Rama was silent. Let Salma help him.
" You're not ready, are you?" Salma still wears the clothes she used to wear at home. While the clothes he would wear to leave were still neatly stored on the bed.
" I have to make sure you're ready before I get ready." Obviously while buttoning her husband's shirt.
"Cup" Rama steals a kiss from his wife.
"Mas." Salma patted the husband's chest.
" Want again." she asked.
" Want what?" Salma frowned not understanding.
" Want this" Salma was shocked when her husband did what he had been doing for even longer.
" I'm not ready yet, baby. Please don't keep bothering." Salma turned to take her clothes.
" Yes..Yes .. Alright."
Rama according. He just kept quiet and watched his wife change clothes in front of his eyes. Indeed, not all are released because Salma just replace the gown with a matching dress with a husband and son shirt. While behind the robe, he was wearing home clothes.
Just finished releasing his robe, Rama had already hugged him from behind.
" Yang, I promised. Later we're late, pity mama wait a long time at home." They're going to pick up Marisa's mom to go together.
They're going to Rama's four-monthly cousin's event.
" A minute. I feel lazy to go." He said while putting his head on his wife's shoulder. Comfortable and soothing. That is how he feels when he is near his wife.
" We were invited, ma. Time is not coming? Ical is ready. Mama's probably waiting for us too." Salma rubbed the husband's head.
I heard de_sahan from Rama's lips. I don't know why he didn't feel like leaving.
" all right. But, here's a minute now huh?" he asked while rubbing Salma's stomach.
Salma grasped Rama's hand which gently rubbed his stomach.
" It doesn't seem like anything yet." Lirih Salma's.
" There is no life in here" she said, putting her husband's hand on his stomach again.
Not long after Salma can be invited to 'cultivate crops', Rama diligently do it hoping that something will pay off.
Even when Salma was late for the month, when it was only a day, it must have been immediately checked. So enthusiastic. However, many times Salma had to swallow disappointment. Until they finally don't test it anymore. More precisely, Rama forbade it. He could not bear to see the disappointed face of his wife.
" I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Just reflexes,"
" It's okay. I'm gonna get ready first." Salma let go of her husband's embrace and proceeded to get ready.
There is guilt slipping into Rama's heart. Miscarriages that happened before always haunt him. In fact, occasionally popping into his dreams. He always remembers his biggest mistake.
Not yet had time to reach his clothes, Rama had pulled his wife's arm to turn around and hit her body.
" Don't think about it anymore." Rama's whisper in Salma's ear is now in his arms.
Salma simply replied with a nod. Pregnancy and childbirth were her dreams. She wants to feel like a full woman. Giving happiness to her husband and in-laws with the birth of a baby among them.
" We pray and strive as we can. We just tried and waited for a few months. Hm." Rama cupped Salma's face that turned soft.
Salma was already glazed. " What if I can't ha...."
" God willing can. The doctor said there were no problems with your uterus after the miscarriage. Everything's fine. It's just not time yet" Rama wiped away his wife's dripping tears.
Salma hugged her husband tightly. Talking about your child's problems always makes him melancholic.
" Let's get ready." Rama now helps Salma put on her clothes.
At ten o'clock less, the car Rama was driving entered his cousin's house. There are already many parked vehicles that indicate that many people are already present there.
" A lot of it, too, Mah?" asked Salma at how many vehicles were parked.
" yes. Understand the first grandson of Aunt Indah. So, the show was held on a large scale.," replied Ms. Marisa.
Salma nodded her head.
Once the car is perfectly parked, they get out of the car. Faisal was led by Marisa while Rama took his wife.
They walk into the house. While greeting and greeting the other brothers who have been present. All of her mother's extended family were present.
In the corner of the room, someone was talking to Rama's pregnant cousin. They look very familiar. Even laughter graced their chatter.
Until the view of the two is diverted to the presence of the small family of Rama. Ms. Marisa smiled to see her pregnant niece approach her and regret it.
" Aunty how are you?," Papa Puri with her sweet smile.
" Thank God be good. Already know the gender?," Miss Marisa rubbed the already bloated Puri stomach.
" Thank God it's a man, Tan,"
" Hi Ical, add a handsome," Puri rubbed Ical's cheek.
" Don't hold it, Auntie. Ical didn't like it," Puri only chuckled at the anger of his little nephew.
" Ical dear, it's not polite that way." said Rama who approached the castle as well.
" It's okay. She's getting adorable."
Salma in the hand of Rama also greeted Puri.
" When do you get a momongan? Let Ical have a friend." The usual questions made Salma uncomfortable.
" hasn't. Hopefully soon." Salma tried to smile. He should get used to questions like this.
" Nearly two years married, not pregnant yet?" asked someone who approached them.
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