Almira's Regret

2-street

Mira is startled by Fahmi's screams in front of the kitchen door. His facial expression was hard to decipher. Is he angry or otherwise.

"You're kidding me, honey?" asked Fahmi while approaching his wife. Showing a pregnancy yes tool that shows two red lines.

"Well dare I prank you, Mas" said Mira, still clutching a knife and vegetables.

"That means this ...?"

Mira put down the knife and nodded, grabbed her husband's finger and carried him on a still flat stomach.

"God what is this dream?" asked Fahmi who did not believe the situation. He looked back at the hand that was still in his wife's stomach. "How come, isn't it that you're still installing contraceptives?"

"Sorry I didn't tell you. I took it off three months ago." Mira gave the sweetest smile she had.

Fahmi rubbed his wife's face with love. "I didn't ask for it, even though I was very happy to hear this news. Why do you have to do that?"

"Because I want. I feel too selfish to hold him back just for fear that Syifa will lose your affection, Mas."

Fahmi immediately grabbed his wife. "Syifa is still my son and always will be. He will not lack my affection. I will love him without making any difference.

"I believe that, so I am who this gift is. May the boys yes. There are two of them."

Fahmi did not expect that his wife would do this. He doesn't mind not having any more children. They already have two. His duties and responsibilities will be even greater.

"This is a check at home? or have you secretly checked with the obstetrician?"

Mira laughed in her husband's arms. "I cheated again. I want a check the first time it's with you. Can you?"

Fahmi slightly bowed and nodded. Then kissed his wife.

***

Bored in the apartment, Dion chose to get down and walk in a place that was not too crowded.

Not far from his current temoat he saw the conclusion of young people who were playing skateboarding. Remember the old youth. He also joined them.

"Wanna try?" One of them offered Dion a try.

Dion agrees. After all he also wanted to know if he was still as good as he used to be or if his abilities had evaporated as time passed.

The loud applause was very crowded when Dion started to act. In the audience was a smiling woman. Clapping like everyone else.

The next day Dion woke up early. Although now he lives alone but does not make him forget to wake up early.

The white shirt incised in gray in tune with his trousers added to Dion's body. He stepped into the building ya g will be the place to scavenge rupiah.

He came as a new employee at the staff. Record Dion's job track before making it easy for him to be placed in any position.

He was placed in a financial staff position. He was introduced to his other co-workers. Something caught the eye in one of the cubicles in the room.

"Do you know what to do?" ask Dion's boss.

Dion's got to be sure. He received a stack of files for him to work on immediately.

No one knew that he was dr. Fahmi owns this company. All work is normal and none is privileged.

"Wait!" Dion shouldered the girl who came out last from the room when working hours were up.

***

Mira has prepared lunch for her husband. He will leave soon after changing his clothes.

"Mbak Santi can pick up Syafa with Gama? I had lunch for dr. Fahmi."

"Can, Deck."

After removing the veil, Mira rushed into the car and asked to be delivered to her husband's workplace.

Her lips fluttered when she had just come down turned out the husband was waiting for her in front of the lobby.

"I thought you'd let me have lunch in the cafeteria again" Fahmi said, welcoming the wife's hand. And brought him into the room of his own self.

"For example, Mas, this is in your office, you know," protested Mira when her husband immediately held her lovingly when the door of the room was closed.

"Kangen." Fahmi whines exactly Syafa.

"Lebay ah, I have three children too."

"Oh yes. How hard time when I'm with you." Fahmi sat on the sofa and his chin looked at the wife who was opening the food box.

"Rapused again?" mira asked because her husband was instead engrossed in staring at her and ignoring the food. He said he was hungry.

"Must dong. You see, later on you will be seized by children. You will also ask me to give up. Isn't she?"

This time Mira laughed. This Fahmi is sometimes serious sometimes authoritative sometimes also.

After lunch, they went to see Dr. Nisha's the doctor who handled Mira's first pregnancy.

A sweet smile is always the beautiful doctor gave to each patient.

"What else is dr. Fahmy?" ask dr. Nisha smiled and sat down.

"No need to ask again, Doc. If I bring my wife into your room what would I do. Anu time here. Aw ..." Fahmi rubbed his stomach pinched by his wife.

"You know how dr. Fahmi, Miss Mira?" doctor Nisha teases. Then ask Mira nurse to check her blood tension first. Then another examination. " If from the results of the examination, the pregnancy has just entered the age of the fourth week. Still a pea."

"So really pregnant Doc?" ask Mira.

"Yes still vulnerable, but I believe dr. Fahmi can take good care of you. Keep a nutritious intake and do not do strenuous activities. Just be light."

Since the doctor explained the couple did not stop spreading smiles. Even when Fahmi had to return to work, Mira was not allowed to go home.

"Rest here, honey. We'll be together."

"Pity of the children dong, Mas, let alone Syafa later he protested again."

"May I be a little selfish this time. I want you here and we'll go home together."

Well, this time Mkra relented, he waited for the husband to work in his private room. She also made a video call with Syafa and told him she was in the hospital.

"Why are you sick again, aren't you a doctor?" tany Syafa from across the phone.

"It doesn't hurt, but I have to go to the doctor. Come home with dad. What do you want me to buy?"

Shafa seemed to think. The tiny finger that tapped on his temple looked funny. Moreover, your hands are holding each other.

"What a hell," the final answer from Syafa before the call ends.

It's not time for Fahmi to come home. Mira stood up and greeted her husband who entered the room.

"Sister was on the phone" said Mira, taking off the white coat from her husband's body.

"Not angry is he?"

"No, but kjta hasur buy snacks first so that he does not protest," proposed Mira when they had entered the car.

"Say if his mother wants to go for a walk," kekeh Fahmi while touching the wife's stomach. "So where are we going?" ask Fahmi when the car is moving