I'm Not a Seductive Woman
I'm not a jealous woman

The day changed, now Kenan no longer concerned about the gender of the baby who is Hanin bladder. For him the first child they will have the same sex male or female, which is important the child and mother are healthy until delivery later.

While Rasti, although he still can not accept the reality completely, but now he is better able to keep Hanin's feelings and not openly show his dislike, he said, because however Kenan loved his wife very much and the incident at that time was enough to make Rasti did not have any other choice but to accept all this with roomy and grateful.

“Ken, are you in the office? Marcel would like to meet you.”

The message went to Kenan's phone. Message for the umpteenth time and for the umpteenth time also Kenan did not reply to the message.

One month passed since that incident, Kenan practically avoided Misya. He did not want Hanin to misinterpret their closeness, even though he had been close to Misya just a friend and who appreciated his son's talent.

Kenan picked up the phone lying right next to his right hand that was on the table parallel to the electronic object. He looked at the notification and put it back.

“Who?’ asked Hanin who pulled the chair in front of the husband. He sits there.

They enjoyed breakfast together, as usual. They sat at the mini bar facing each other.

“Misya,” replied Kenan casually while still feeding the food to his mouth.

“Why not in reply?’ ask Hanin again.

Kenan looked at the wife's face and smiled. “Then, you will be angry and avoid me. Disappear Like that time.”

Kenan scrunched his forehead.

Hanin laughs. He remembered again when he fell asleep in the reading room of that time, making a stir in the martial world.

“You were too bad to think. I am not the type of person who is easily jealous,” Hanin replied casually while feeding the food his mouth.

“Oh, yes?” ask Hanin in disbelief.

Hanin nodded. “Iya.”

Then, they were silent for a moment because they enjoyed chewing food that was in each mouth.

“What is the content of the message?” ask Hanin.

“Still the same, he said Marcel wanted to meet me.”

“The boy's love, By. Reply, I see that the boy really idolizes you.”

Kenan put the spoon and fork on the plate cross-crossed. Then, he looked at Hanin's face. “Actually, I was indeed happy to be friends with the child, because the child reminded me first. That age I already have the same talent and enthusiasm.”

“Then?”

“But I don't want you to feel neglected like that time,” replied Kenan.

Hanin smiled. “Maclum, By. Pregnant women's hormones are sensitive. I was too sensi.” Then, he again grinned by showing his teeth.

Kenan also smiled. His hands were raised to stroke his wife's face. “So, you wouldn't be jealous if I was still close to Marcel?”

Hanin shakes.

After the incident, he became convinced that Kenan loved him very much. Actually, there is nothing to be afraid of or jealous of, because the husband is really subdued to him.

“Hmm ... Even though I'm not sure about the boy's mother. But, I'm sure of your love, By.”

Then, Kenan's hand was raised again to ruffle Hanin's hair. “Smart.”

“Appointments.” Kenan raised both his hands up. “Part for what? I have absolutely no interest in Misya, because this one is more interesting.” Kenan pulled the tip of Hanin's nose.

“Eum ... sick,” says spoiled Hanin.

Hanin returned to grinning, making Kenan do the same.

“By the way, what will you do today?” ask Kenan who then stands up. He was about to go to the office.

Hanin got up and picked up a suit and bag containing some important files that Kenan had prepared last night to carry this morning.

Hanin took her husband to the door.

“I want to go to Karmen's gallery. I want to choose clothes from pregnant women. See my belly getting forward and my shirt getting narrower.” Hanin stood in front of Kenan by puffing out his increasingly round stomach.

Kenan returned with a smile. His wife is adorable, plus when pregnant like this, somehow Kenan's desire increased many times. He raised his hand and stroked the stomach.

Kenan bent his body to align with Hanin's round belly.

“Papa work first yes. Your health is in there. Muaah.” Kenan peeped that stomach. Kenan's movements in his stomach accompanied by a swipe of Hanin on the head of the husband.

Then, Kenan stood up and gave a glimpse of the wife's ripe lips.

“I'll send you a driver,” said Kenan who was immediately signed by Hanin.

“Be careful, Hubby.” Hanin waved his hand, after Kenan opened the apartment door and smiled back before closing the door again.

Inside, Hanin's lips were still commenting on the smile. He's really happy. Hanin stroked his stomach. “Thank you dear, already present and complete the happiness of mama and papa.”

****

“Sorry, Mis. Yesterday I was very busy with my office and family, knowing my wife was pregnant. So sorry, I rarely reply to your messages,”

Finally, Kenan replied to a message from Misya, and he did so because he had received permission from Hanin.

After a few seconds, Misya immediately answered the message.

“It’s okay, Ken. I know you're busy. I explained to Marcel, too, but the boy was eager to come to the business expo at the xxx building tonight, while I couldn't keep him company. If you want to go to the show too, can you take my son?”

Kenan who still holds his cell phone, then returns.

“OK, the day after tomorrow it was a coincidence that I would come to the event at seven p.m.”

Misha answered the message again. He was smiling.

“Thanks, Ken. the day after Marcel came home at sixty-thirty. You can pick her up directly there. I'll send you the address later.”

“OK,” Kenan replied directly.

There, Misya was very happy. Although today and the next three days she is in another city to take care of her husband's business. However, he was relieved that Kenan was willing to accompany his son.

After the disappearance of Hanin, Misya realizes that Kenan seems to love Hanin very much. However, he was curious about Rasti's remark that in the past, Kenan had liked it, because from some of his college friends at that time there were indeed those who said that Kenan liked it. However, he was afraid to guess Kenan's feelings, even though the man seemed to be paying attention to him at that time.

“Hah, if I hadn't been betrothed. Maybe we are a match, Ken,” muttered Misya while looking at Kenan's face in his laptop.

More precisely a photo of the past, when Kenan and Misya were still in college together. At that time, they took pictures after carrying out the study orientation and introduction of the campus when they became new students.