
"You sure?" ask Wafri to worry.
Yumna nodded her head. "Mas, just calm down. I used to come monthly guests like cramps gini, now also began to disappear the pain," said Yumna.
Because Yumna could feel the pain and cramping on her stomach slowly disappeared again. So he was sure that all these were just symptoms of coming menstruation. Without realizing it he sighed, looking like an uninspired and disappointed person.
"Sir, really you're okay? why is his face so bent, hmm?"
With an uninspired face, he put down his spoon. His appetite is gone.
"Mas, this month I failed again Mas, again I failed to get pregnant, Mas."
'Tests'
Yumna's tears that had been shed from earlier finally dripped on her cheeks. He is also confused, lately he likes to be very sensitive, sometimes likes to be easily upset and angry.
"Hussstt, don't talk like that. Don't regret what happened, dear. Even if this month you still come that month is sustenance as well, it means that the dirty blood in the body of this beautiful mas wife is wasted." Wafri tries to calm Yumna down.
"It's okay if this month is not pregnant, ' there will be many and long months - not the next we. God knows when the time is right for that." Wafri calmed Yumna down again while wiping away the tears on Yumna's cheeks.
"Now, let's continue eating. If you do not eat, you also do not eat," said Wafri with his hands crossed on his chest and put on a face pretending to sulk.
Yumna smiled at her husband's actions, for her Wafri looked cute and adorable. He pinched both cheeks of Wafri.
"So, my handsome husband wants to sulk? and going on a hunger strike too?"
Wafri shook his head. "Suapin .." said Wafri by showing a row of white teeth.
Yumna cut her lips against her husband. "Based on a big baby, here let me take a bribe." Yumna took a spoon and fed Wafri.
Wafri not only took a bribe from Yumna, he also changed to feed his wife. As a result, the rice on the plate they both run out is not left by feeding each other.
After finishing lunch, they immediately prepared for the store. After a 15-minute drive, they reached the store. Yumna and Wafri immediately entered the store.
Wafri began to work on the things he needed to do, while Yumna just looked around at employees who were packing, or who were putting together things.
He sometimes helped compose or lift some things, because he was bored of doing nothing.
"Ouch, Ma'am. Mbak Yumna do not need to follow the pick-up of his goods Ma'am, let us alone."
"That's okay, Mr. Norman. It's also light, you continue to do the other work."
Yumna shook her head. "Mas Wafri won't be angry, sir. My husband is also busy with his laptop."
"But-"
"Udah, it's okay, sir. Now you just continue to do the work of the Father."
The man named Norman was not able to stop Yumna who was so eager to arrange goods on shelves and storefronts, even occasionally he also lifted items that he thought he could do.
Wafri is so focused on completing financial statements, checking income and expenses and so on. Yumna was also so, she was also very happy to be in the store, too, because in the store can interact with store employees who are not only men but also there are women who are all on average aged 40-45. And they are all residents who live around the Kiai Asy'ari boarding school.
Wafri hires them, because they ask for it themselves, when they find out Wafri is looking for people to help him in many shops that offer themselves, Wafri is not happy to refuse him and finally accept them.
While busy composing things, Yumna again felt pain in her stomach, she tried to stop and sit down and was grateful that the pain disappeared. Yuna resumed her work, just beginning to feel pain again, this time a tremendous pain, her stomach hurt like being twisted and squeezed even the pain to the point around her waist.
"Auww .." said Yumna who grimaced in pain. Yumna tried to sit down to relieve the pain, but instead of losing the pain, not only the pain, but also the heat from her abdomen to her waist even accompanied by mules that were very painful.
"Allahu Akbar, it is very sick, O Allah," said Yumna squeezing his stomach. Sweat as big as corn seeds also sprung on his forehead. Unfortunately, Yumna is currently alone on the second floor, because Yumna is tidying up and arranging the goods of the store on the second floor. While other employees are on the first floor as well as Wafri who is on the first floor.
The stronger the pain, the more Yumna felt, she was not strong, even her legs felt weak to move. He planned to contact Wafri for help, but the fate was that he left his phone in the bag he left at Wafri's desk.
Yumna's energy was drained from extreme pain.
"Oh my God, help me." Yumna.
"Maaasscz ... Toloongg." Yumna shouted with all her might, but her screams were free because it was covered with the sound of the voice of the Adhan who was loud because the position of the mosque was close to their store.
Yumna continued to shout until her voice weakened, with growing pain. Now Yumna was curled up on the floor, enduring the pain. The divorce of tears, the sweat that flows still does not reduce the pain.
"Oh my God, how is this? Mas Dewa and the others will definitely go to the mosque to pray first?" Yumna. "Please help me, O God," Yumna thought about how to tell Wafri or the others about his existence on the second floor. Finally Yumna got an idea after seeing something nearby.
With the remnants of the power, still lying on the floor, Yumna tried to drag her body slowly. He grabbed several bottles of Zam-zam water, took them one by one and rolled them up the stairs, but none of them rolled well.
He began to give up, due to the already unbearable pain. But in another corner of his heart rebelled, wanting him not to be weak and not to give up. Dragged again, his body was about half a meter and sprawled back. Yumna saw a glass bottle filled with tinner, grabbed it and planned to throw it up the stairs.
"O Allah, this time help this many sinful servant whom Allah has," murmured Yumna.
Yumna rolled the bottle.
"craakk ... pyaaaarrrrr" the sound of the shards successfully attracted the attention of people on the first floor.