A Ghost To Mak

Pregnant

"Whoever come here!" laila exclaimed as she watched Paul enter the room. She herself wondered why her husband had not yet returned home with Mak, but she had asked Mak to go home and not worry too much about her situation.

"Abang Laila's husband. Why don't you go into your own room!" paul shouted in a cold tone. He walked closer to the bed.

"Bg ... Laila doesn't like to see you here. Out!" expel Laila. He got out of bed and opened the door. Soon Paul closes it back, then locks it. Paul lightly carried Laila's body and laid her on the bed. Although Laila repeatedly rebelled, the bespectacled man still put his wife who acted like a child in bed.

"Udah .. do not be rich children are not given snacks. Segini aja. Brother ...." Paul sat down beside Laila, brought his face closer, and buried his face on his wife's shoulder.

"Abang kangen with Laila," said Paul Lirih. He hugged the body of Laila's fruit lying at his side.

"Abang, sick?" Laila rubbed Paul's shoulder. The man got up and laid his body beside Laila.

"It hurts to sleep alone all the time." Paul hugged Laila's body.

For a while, Laila let Paul hold her. She missed the man next to her. A flash of his memory returned when a few days ago caught Paul hugging Fitri.

"Don't spoil. That's where you come home." Laila threw out Paul's hand which hugged his body. The bespectacled man was shocked when he discovered Laila's unexpected reaction.

"Why? Laila's still mad at you about what happened the other day?" paul asked as if he could read Laila's head. The woman was silent, while Paul got out of the bed and grabbed the laptop lying on the table.

Paul turns it on and plays a video containing CCTV footage that Mak gave him. Laila got up and sat down, leaning her back. For a while he was silent and looked at all the contents of the recording until it ran out.

"So now, can Laila still be angry with her brother? Why should you be punished for something you didn't do." Paul put the laptop on the nightstand, his hand clasping Laila's fingers. But it's still on the edge.

" Oh God, dear ...." Paul buried his face in Laila's lap. The bespectacled man did not expect that this problem would be prolonged.

"Ang home!"

"No. You still want to be here."

"Kasian Mak's. Sana mak's. If you need to bring the girl home. Don't ask Laila to come home!"

"Mak has returned home from Wak. You want to stay here with Laila!" Paul lifted his face and stared fixedly.

"Laila doesn't like seeing your face!"

" O Allah .. brother's wife if she craves this way. I'll check it!"

Laila narrowed her eyes. He was really surprised at the sentence that had just been thrown.

"Pregnant? Who?" ask Laila confused. The reason was that when the midwife checked, she only said that she was just exhausted and had too many thoughts.

"It's your sister who's pregnant!" paul exclaimed with a cheerful tone, then kissed Laila's forehead.

"Besok brother between Laila check the content," he said again.

"Don't joke. The doctor said Laila was just tired. Not pregnant."

"The doctor's gonna ask Laila's brother to check up tomorrow."

Laila quiet. His face looked straight ahead. Unmindful of Paul who was still staring at him longingly.

"Laila thinks what?" Paul clasped Laila's hand. He hoped that his beloved wife would not be angry anymore.

"Laila, fear."

"Fear why?"

"Fear Abang ninggalin Laila." Both Laila's eyes were dewy. Slowly her tears fell down her cheeks. Paul touched Laila's cheek, and wiped her tears.

"Until now, your love and affection are only for Laila. Understand!"

Laila brought her face closer to Paul's palm, feeling the warmth from there.

"Don't stay in Laila, Bang." Laila's body breaks in Paul's lap. Lovingly, the bespectacled man rubbed Laila's head.

For a moment both of them were swept away in tranquility. Until a minute later Laila again felt nausea, then vomiting. Paul could not bear to see the condition of Laila who continuously vomited. His face looked slightly pale, and his body was limp.

"Laila hasn't eaten anything since morning. Tell me brother. What's Laila gonna eat?" paul asked as Laila laid her body back on the bed. Laila rolled her eyes, trying to think about what she wanted to eat.

"Either, Bang. Laila doesn't want to eat anything."

"But aunty said since morning Laila hasn't eaten rice."

"Where to eat. Smell the smell of nauseous rice, Bang. Already ah. Brother, don't take it, Laila's going to bed." Laila turned her body, turning her back to Paul who was sitting on the side of the bed.

Surrender ... Paul was about to get out of the room, but his steps stopped when Laila called out to him. Paul slowly approached.

"What, unfortunately brother, hmm."

"Laila's company is sleeping, will you?" pinta Laila with a spoiled tone. His hand patted the bed next to him. Paul smiled, without waiting for long, he spread his body next to Laila. His left hand opened, and it made it easier for Laila to put her head there. The two hugged each other tightly, letting go of each other after a few days apart.

"Don't stay brother, darling." Paul kissed Laila's head. The woman nods her head against Paul's chest.

"Don't do anything similar yesterday, Bang. Laila could be ruined!"

"Don't be rich anymore. Laila can't see each other's brothers."

"Abang understands, Laila. As much as possible you will get away from all women. Because for my brother, Laila's the best."

"Laila darling, Brother."

"How to know, really."

"You what?"

"Tau if Laila loves your brother."

"Ish .. pede."

Both of them smiled in a warm manner. Slowly Laila closed her eyes, and began to fall asleep. Paul faithfully accompanied, his right hand gently rubbing Laila's stomach.

**

Paul got off the bed slowly, hoping not to wake Laila who was asleep. The bespectacled man went to the kitchen, and tried to make something for Laila. The cooking aunt let Paul do what he wanted to do.

"Where's Laila going, Bang?" ask aunt.

"Sleep, Bi." Paul put one glass of rice in the pot. He intended to make porridge so that Laila would eat.

"Hopefully Laila and her baby-to-be are healthy always yes, Bang."

"Aamiin, Bi."

Aunty left Paul alone, because the cooking was done. Thirty minutes passed, and Paul's porridge was ready.

Paul used to be used to cooking. Living in the wild makes it independent. Until inevitably he learned to cook, although not for others, at least he can cook for himself.

Paul brought a bowl of porridge into the room. When he entered Laila was already sitting on the side of the bed. The bespectacled man placed the tray on the nightstand and sat down next to Laila.

"Eating, yeah. Bawain porridge."

Laila nodded. He felt his stomach hungry, but did not know what to eat. The nausea also wants to keep vomiting makes him lose his appetite. Paul feeds Laila, until it doesn't feel like the porridge is gone.

"Where to buy porridge?" laila asked as the bowl was completely empty.

"You know?"

"Grand."

"Would you see who made it?"

"Can you?"

"Can ...," said Paul proudly.

"Who made it?"

"You know who made this porridge. Laila what do you want?"

"Laila wants to kiss."

"It's like that, kiss brother."

Laila grabbed Paul's face, then landed a warm kiss on his right cheek. Paul looked at her in surprise, because Laila so easily gave a kiss after yesterday was completely reluctant to be touched.

"Do not get confused. Laila knew that this porridge was made by brother. That's why Laila dared to say she wanted to kiss the same thing that made this porridge."

Paul smiled, and kissed his wife on the right cheek.

"Thank you. Dear brother Laila."

Both spent time in the room. Laila who always felt bad, did not even like to see the sun made her constantly in the room.

**

This morning Laila and Paul are getting ready to go to the gynecologist. After saying goodbye to Abi and his aunt, Paul drove his car to the highway. Not long after, the white vehicle arrived at a fairly crowded clinic. Without having to queue the two entered the check room.

A woman dressed in all white asked Laila to lie on the check bed. Paul faithfully accompanied and continued to be beside his wife.

A white liquid is applied to the abdomen of Laila, and it is easily done ultrasound. Paul and Laila listen carefully, if Laila's gestational age enters three weeks.

Laila's face looks happy, if in the end she can get pregnant. Paul clasped Laila's hand, the two looked at him and smiled happily. The doctor also explained if the condition of Laila content in good condition is also healthy. It's just that Laila's cravings have to be addressed. After the ultrasound, the doctor prescribes vitamins to reduce nausea.

**

Paul asks Laila to wait in the car, while he goes to the pharmacy to make up for the recommended prescription. After that, the two return to Paul's house, Laila tells Abi that they will go home to Mak.

Mak Nur welcomed Laila's arrival with a warm embrace. Laila apologizes to Mak for her overly childish attitude. The middle-aged woman nodded in understanding. He told Laila to rest in the room. Laila was grateful to have in-laws who loved her very much.