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The Power of a Wardoyokusumo 2.

"Mom, why inspiration?" ask Yayan. My eldest son seemed to be escorted by a driver directly to the Hospital.

Seen from the alma mater that is still worn and the backpack that it carries.

"Ilham fell down" I answered accordingly.

"Yayan came straight here?" my many.

Yayan nodded and clasped Ilham's hand tightly.

"By, wake up! Don't be weird!" Yayan Mumm.

"It's all right, Inspiration is just a sedative. Brother wants to eat, I asked Roy to buy it or how!" Boby rubbed Yayan's shoulder trying to calm down, his eyes fixed on me.

"Where Mah, Mamah hasn't eaten either, has she?" ask Boby.

"Just give it up,"

Boby calls, apparently asking Roy to buy some food.

While waiting for Roy to come, Yayan played with Tri. Sometimes both of them play games that are on the phone, discarding saturated.

I feel dizzy trying to hold back so as not to panic more. Have you panicked because of Inspiration, maybe my belly because I haven't eaten since last afternoon, panicked about Inspiration.

A few moments later Roy came with food from a restaurant called by Boby via phone earlier.

But as soon as I smelled the cooking, my stomach seemed to be stirred and instantly the nausea whack.

"Well, why?" ask Boby.

My husband followed me to the toilet, then scowled my neck.

"Ga nothing, it looks like the influence of late eating, stomach acid rises," I answered accordingly.

I don't want to panic and fret Boby anymore.

"But Mamah didn't come out of anything" Boby said.

I felt weak as soon as I came out of the toilet.

"Mother why?" ask Yayan.

Yayan and Tri are eating, Boby also ordered special food toddler for Tri.

Back the nausea whack so smelled of food, Boby's gasps brought me to sit in the open space behind the nursery.

The open space is still fused with the room of Inspiration.

It was hard for me to endure this nausea, many times I clapped my chest.

"Well, check it out!" mumbling Boby.

I nodded and Boby called someone on the phone. Soon the female doctor came to the open space to check on me.

"We'll check the basics first, Mom! Later if it shows signs directly to the obgyn room only yes," said the doctor.

First a pulse check and a simple check, then Boby led me to the toilet, I tried to use a pregnancy test and it made Boby smile.

"Yes, line two!" his screeches.

In my arms and in the kiss of my head.

"Thank you, Mah!" said again.

As advised, we went straight to the doctor's office.

After the examination it turned out that a month ago I was filled.

"Well, that means for him when dad's there!" whispered Boby.

I blushed embarrassed, really .. it felt embarrassed if teased by my own husband.

As soon as we returned to Ilham's room, Tri and Yayan had already finished eating.

It looks like the room has been cleaned, so the smell of food does not smell at all.

"Mom, Yayan went home first huh, lots of college assignments that Yayan has to do." Yayan then kissed my hand and Boby.

I nodded slowly, My Sulaku then returned home to be escorted by a private driver who was always with Yayan.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Boby.

Looks like my man is hungry, because he has not eaten yet even busy taking care of me.

"Father eat first, then buy some fruit. You can't eat rice anymore" I said.

"Yes, I ate outside the door, so I could see Mom inside. Tell Roy what fruit to buy, Mah? Wine, melons, apples .. would you like?" bargained for.

Then Boby called Roy and asked him to buy some fruits.

Boby picked up a box of rice that had not been touched at all, then went to the open space while facing the room.

Boby eats outside while facing the room. I could only stare at him, for it was impossible to be close to him.

Ah, this blessing is present while being boisterous.

I gently rubbed my queen's stomach and now my eyes are staring at Tri.

His presence used to be very unwanted Boby, but now Boby can not be far from his son.

Everywhere Tri is always in his arms, not even infrequently Tri to fall asleep in the arms of the father.

I rubbed Tri's back, before long my cute little boy with his cheeks glistening was asleep in the folding bed in the special care room of the patient's family.

I saw Boby eating voraciously, occasionally smiling at me with his mouth full of food.

I also moved on to my son who was jolly and chatty, Ilham. The child whose birth was so awaited by the late bang Rusdi first. I'm grateful to get husbands the attention like bang Rusdi and Boby, which sets them apart just age.

Yeah, I was married to bang Rusdi when I was 13, and bang Rusdi was 25.

The marriage took place because of a minor match between two families and in the year 13, my father and mother died in an accident. It forced the Rusdi bang to ask me to live directly with it.

Now, I'm married to Boby at my age of 33 and he's 26.

Really, the similarities are so coincidental.

As if it had been arranged by the owner of life like a movie, regardless of that.

Boby loves me and loves children.

I clasped Ilham's hand tightly, my son as if asleep, his breath up and down regularly.

"Yuk eat the fruit, Roy has come to bring the fruit!" exclaim Boby.

I don't know when the man finished eating and is by my side.

I nodded and sat on the sofa with him.

By Roy, a basket full of various kinds of fruit.

Boby painstakingly peeled melons and pears for me.

Sliced it and washed it once more until it felt clean, soon after my husband fed me the piece of fruit.

"Nake?"

"Yes, it's delicious!"my tukas.

"You want what else? Wine, oranges, or bananas?" tanyanya back.

"Beaver," I answered briefly.

"Which one?"

My forehead frowned, it seemed like Boby was starting to fad back.

"Well, it's in the hospital" I whispered.

At this time Boby has started asking for his right, his breath roaring and unceasing Boby is groping me.

The man did not answer.

"Later Ilham woke up," I wirihku disela des@h.

"But want to, Mah!" whispered.

It seemed impossible to hold back any longer, I let the man do what was rightfully his.

Suddenly Roy entered without knocking, making Boby blingsatan tidied up while staring madly at Roy.

"Knap on the door, you useless son of a bitch!" hardik Boby's.

"Sorry sir, I just want to take guests," said Roy stammering.

"Luckily nothing has happened yet" I whispered right in my husband's ear.

As Boby smiled, I could see his red face, between anger and restraint.

Czechs ....

The door to the inpatient room opened again, and entered a middle-aged man with one glamorous-looking woman and a child of the same age as Ilham.

"Well, is he ...?"