About the Heart

Mandatory And Sunah

The new world I lived in, as if giving birth to me again as a passionate Rosa and always positive thinking. Forget all the turmoil because of Tya and enjoy a pregnancy that is of course friends with morning sickness. It's just, it seems like the baby in my womb is fully supportive of my activities. Not fussy at all.

"Later, we'll go to the doctor, yeah! Check the pregnancy all consultation umrah problem."

I held up my thumb instead of the OK sentence.

"Today, I'm requiring you to take a day off writing."

I smile with temptation. "There is mandatory, usually more afdol if coupled with sunah."

"Later into the night" said Dion, stealing a kiss on my lips and stepping into the kitchen.

"Morning can too," my god as he half shouted.

"Yes, double up." Dion replied from the kitchen.

I put my feet up to him. Seeing him standing in front of the stove, I immediately closed and wrapped my arms. Hugging it from behind like I often see in Korean dramas.

"Darling, what's it?"

"Energy enhancer. Let it be strong by night."

I hit Dion's thigh in annoyance. It was me who started flirting, but he was hooked and turned around to nag again nonstop. Continuously twisting the word to make me blush.

"Mas, what time are we leaving?"

"We got the fifth line number, so leave at ten, just."

There are two hours to relax. Saturday the streets will be a little quieter, especially in the morning before noon. In addition, the distance of apartments and hospitals is also not too far, only requires fifteen minutes of travel time.

"You want to worship, now?" god Dion moves his fried rice to the plate. Garnish a little bit to beautify the look.

"Eat this, first!" I said as I took a plate and brought it to the front of the television.

Without waiting for Dion who was still preparing two glasses of water, I started eating first. Enjoy the delicious food on my tongue. Even this is the second wisdom food after the results of the Mama's hand concoction. Passing my processed food that is somehow at some level. Which was clearly overtaken far by Brother Aryan. Because he is third.

"Mas, your cooking is delicious. It should be a chef not an architect" I chanted after the food on my plate was just a few more spoons away.

"My specialty is cooking just to spoil you, honey," dreads Dion with a seductive smile.

Blush again my cheek. Always, my husband managed to make me soar high. Be reared happily only in a simple way. Mouth is sweet, but not venomous. Just a little bit, without leaving a wound but the taste is always there.

"Mas, a really tongue-shiny pinter."

The taunting compliments were deliberately given. His teasing made me find the meaning of life even more. Joking with her was an immeasurable happiness. Dion missed my free time yesterday. He must have wanted to spend some time together in a joke like this.

"If I don't have a tongue-licking pinter, how could you be hooked on the kiss I'm giving you?" dion said with a smile.

"Where's the evidence?" my tease.

Spontaneously, Dion grabbed my nape and put a soft touch on my lips. Play a little with a clenching and show the tongue silat game that he was arrogant. Installing horses until ready to wild in various styles.

"Morning sun,"

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"Honey, hopefully the process of giving birth to you will be launched, yes."

"Aamiin's."

"Don't be afraid! I'll always be by your side, sweetie."

"I'm never afraid, Mom. Especially to give birth to our children. He is human love."

Dion clasped my fingers tightly. "Thank you, you've taken the trouble to be a mother, honey."

"It seems, the sentence fits Mas said later after I gave birth. Now, my fight is just beginning, honey."

"Mas appreciate the slightest struggle you're doing, honey."

Touched, hearing Dion's words it felt like my heart felt very peaceful. Being loved so deeply is a fortune I cannot deny. Having a man seems like my life feels perfect. There is no day without love and words of praise.

Half an hour passed, the nurse began to exit the doctor's room and called out the name of the owner of the first line. Unfortunately, what was sought did not exist. I am grateful for the less time I spend waiting. I wish number two was the same. Unfortunately, my hope was lost. A couple and a boy about three years old rushed into the doctor's office.

"Mas, that's so funny?" I said while glancing at the little boy.

"Hm, but junior Dion would be funnier for sure. Just imagine, the father is this funny" Dion said, revealing an expression made so cute.

"I'm an amused shadow, Mas. If he really is like you. In the baby room, she's another pretty baby girl. Keep falling in love, later when he grows up, he chased girls until the soul mate fell in their hands."

"Isn't that good? Exceeding his Papa's record."

I pinched Dion's stomach. Feeling anxious with his sloppy words. "Don't transmit the wash, dear."

"And he's my son, too. Of course there's going to be a genetic factor going down, and that's got to be chastity" Dion chuckled with a smirk smile.

"He's also my son, having to go down my nature as well."

Dion pinched my nose. "Down the beauty of your face, don't sniff you, huh?

I hit Dion's thigh later. The words are getting upset. We kept joking around until the sound of my name was called a nurse. Waiting does not feel long if there is someone we love. Dion could have survived decades. As long as it's next to the desired woman, I think time will feel wonderful even if the rejection is painful.

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Doctor Sitta extended a smile as soon as he saw the results of my notes last month and compared them to the current ones. It made me feel calmer because it seemed like my examination results showed a good sign.

"Alhamdulillah, the development is good. Everything is according to his age. Are there any complaints you feel?" ask the friendly doctor while preparing a paper to write a prescription.

This first pregnancy was very easy. Morning sickness is very natural, just nausea when brushing your teeth. Sometimes I vomit because of the smell of cooking I can't tolerate. That'sallthatis.

"It's getting spoiled with me, Doc," Dion said as soon as I gave no answer.

Doctor Sitta smiled at Dion's reply. "For Umrah, insyallah safe. The baby and his mother are all healthy. Later before leaving, you must return to consultation and get a permit for long-haul flights. Given that there is no bad history during pregnancy such as bleeding, diabetes, nausea and vomiting in the morning are excessive and also miscarriage, then God willing will be facilitated. Moreover, your journey has entered the second trimester, as recommended by the doctor for the right time umrah for pregnant women."

"Alhamdulillah" answered me and Dion.

"Hopefully, the journey of the Father, Mother and baby sister-to-be becomes a blessed journey."

"Aamiin's."