AMEERA'S LOVE STORY

PART 35'S

The next morning Habibie and I went back to Habibie's house. As much as possible I tried to keep Habibie from seeing Ameera again. I was honestly jealous of him. My two people love her very much, Umi and habibie. I'm sorry Ameera.

We went home in Habibie's car, while my car was kept in Umi's house. As we were leaving, I saw Habibie still stealing eyes looking for Ameera. I know Ameera is behind preparing the ingredients for Umi's catering order. I'm grateful for that.

Since that day, Habibie now more often invite me to go home Umi. He offered to take me. I as a wife just follow. I know, Habibie misses Ameera. He still loves Ameera. I just tried to close my eyes so my heart wouldn't get too hurt.

Seeing the nature of Habibie, my expectations about ‘anak kyai’ turned out to be not in accordance with reality. Maybe not everything is like that. I almost forgot that my son is not Rosululloh SAW. I was too high to expect. He's Habibie, just Habibie.

“Feelings Aa more passion to Umi's house than me?” I asked when we were on our way. As Umi said, I changed my call to Habibie.

“You really don't want to see Umi?” He even asked back.

“Ya want, who the hell does not miss his own mother.” I looked at him for a moment. “I know Aa would like to meet Ameera.”

He seemed to turn his eyes to me, “what do you mean?”

“I know about Aa and Ameera. I'm sorry I was so rude to open Aa's wallet. I saw a photo of Aa with Ameera.”

He stopped the car. The car we were riding in was parked on the side of the road. “Aafin Aa well, you must be disappointed. You're right, Aa and Ameera used to be in a relationship. Aa was actually going to get her married, but—“

“Sorry I have been present among you,” my words cut Habibie's words.

“Not, not like that. We know our marriage is destined to be with God. It's just that Aa can not deny that until now Aa has not been able to forget Ameera.” Hearing Habibie's honesty made my heart ache.

“Do you have any plans to return with him?” tanyaku later.

“She is married. At that time she said that she was pregnant.” My heart hurts more and more to hear it. So if he knew Ameera was still alone, he would ask her to marry him? that so?

To this day I don't understand why Ameera lied to Habibie. But I know very well that Ameera is not married. During my stay at Umi's house, I never saw Ameera's husband. Even if Ameera's husband is far away, I must have seen him on the phone asking each other the news. But I don't even know if Ameera has a cell phone or not.

Our arrival was welcomed by Umi. Umi seems happy, now I visit her more often. Umi had no idea what the real reason for my arrival was.

When my foot stepped into the house, the figure I first looked for was Ameera. I looked around to find him. Not because I miss him. Instead I wish I hadn't met him.

“Umi is happy now you guys visit Umi more often. But actually if you are busy do not have to force. Here there are already Lusi and Ameera who accompany Umi.” Hearing Ameera's name being called, I again felt uncomfortable. I feel Ameera has replaced my position as Umi's son. And soon my position may be Habibie's wife.

“No Umi, we are not busy,” I replied while smiling at Umi. I saw Habibie smiling without saying anything.

After chatting with each other to ask the news, we went to pray dzuhur together, and then had lunch together.

“Mba Passed by Ameera where Umi?” Because I was curious, I finally decided to ask.

“Rear, is preparing an order for later in the afternoon,” replied Umi.

“Umi catering order is pretty good. Umi not keteteran handle it yourself?” ask Habibie.

“Iya Alhamdulillah. But actually Umi did not handle it himself, assisted by Lusi and Ameera. Uh, even lately Umi has rarely taken care of catering. They both are good enough to handle it. They are both very strong and diligent. Once Umi gets the order, Umi immediately conveys to them the menu, the amount, and the deadline. They already understand themselves without having to be told.”

While we were talking, Ameera suddenly came towards us. I glanced at him, it felt like something was different. And my gaze ended on her somewhat bloated stomach. So is Ameera really pregnant? Why did he lie to me then? He chose to lie to me and be honest with Habibie, why? Does he have a plan? I hate just imagining it.

“Umi's Already. I just want to tell you that Mr. Agus can not deliver orders, he said to deliver his wife who wants to give birth.”

“Oh so, no problem, later we order the car online only,” replied Umi. “Sini sat we ate together. Call mba Lusi too.”

“Mba Lusanya had gone home first Umi, she said she wanted to eat at home with her husband.”

“You've it, here sit.” Ameera finally obeyed Umi's order to eat together.

I suddenly felt dizzy, and felt something in my stomach was about to come out. I'm so nauseous. I covered my mouth with my hands so as not to vomit at the dinner table. Immediately I ran to the nearest bathroom and hoek .. hoek .. hoek ...

“Alifa are you okay?” Habibie is behind me.

“Maybe Just in the wind A,” I replied.

“You sure you only catch a cold? Or maybe—“ Umi chimed behind Habibie while smiling at me.

“Do-not what Umi?” Habibie wondered what Umi would say.

“Don't your wife get pregnant.” Little Umi whispered towards Habibie but of course I can still hear her.

Habibie was silent without expression. I don't see a happy face there. But it doesn't look disappointed either. Flat expression.

Umi immediately grabbed me to wake up. Habibie looked in the opposite direction. He looked towards the dining table where Ameera was there enjoying her lunch. My heart is getting sliced. When I was pregnant with her child, she was still watching other women. And it happened right in front of me.

“Bring your wife to son's room, let him rest. Tomorrow we take a check to doctor Yesi,” Umi said.

“Good Umi.” Habibie's attention was finally fully on me. He pushed me through the dining table. At first glance I saw Ameera still enjoying her food, without feeling disturbed or a little cocky towards us.

Habibie left me in my room after laying me on the bed. He said he would come out to let me rest. This is wrong, right? Shouldn't he be accompanying me right now instead of leaving me? Without tears coming. While pregnant like this, I really wanted to get the attention of my own husband. Is that something excessive?

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