BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

87. Uncertain

"Huh, mbak Rahayu is also not self-conscious, already know since the beginning my husband does not love mbak, but mbak still survive. Very naive." said Aunt Wira who felt victorious in the wind because he felt he had papa love when in fact he was used by papa.

"It's not easy to get away from a parasitic man like your husband!"

"That's because you're not beautiful, but you still wish to be loved. Heh, not self-conscious, ngaca mbak ngaca! I like to wonder the same people who are not physically beautiful but really dream of marriage as beautiful men. So jumpy!" Aunt Wira said firmly. "It could be that your daughter will also suffer the same fate as you, different dong with my daughter Elsa!"

"Why is discussed the problem of beauty is not beautiful anyway? The good man chooses women not only from his physical appearance Aunt. I personally feel my wife is beautiful, but the first thing I see is definitely her character. God willing I will be calm because he will also take good care of himself. If the problem of beauty is not beautiful now everything can be changed Aunt. Polished-polished can also. But sharia does not suggest choosing only from the likeness." said Ken calmly but slapped Tante Wira. "Tante knows no, Rara was besides shalihah, smart, good too. He just doesn't want to dance. If he's been groomed, run everything. Most importantly, to me she is the queen in my heart. God willing forever, would you love." Ken kissed my hand softly, so it made me cold hot.

"Mas" I blushed.

"At the same time, my mom is also pretty Auntie. Mama's heart is clean. Not a aunt." Syndicate Ken.

"Beautiful or not I am a creature of God. I believe it has been created to the best of its appearance. So you don't stay me anymore because by insulting me you are insulting your own creator!

Is there anything more important to you than your face? Really, I'm sorry for you. Consciously or unconsciously, you are also used by your husband. And you think I'm beautiful and adored by her." Mama smiled cynically.

Thus, a mother can turn into a tiger when it comes to her children. They can sometimes withstand the wounds that were scratched on him, but not with his children.

"Now you should just go. Don't try again to contact my son and my man. If you dare then I will report the police!" my mother said firmly.

"Then what about our money and stuff?" ask Aunt Wira.

"Still dare you question that?" Mama stared hard. A look I've never seen before because my mom is a typical calm, calm person. You can't hurt anyone, even with a look. But today mom did it, just to protect her kids.

"Mas, listen carefully, don't bother Rara again for spreading false news about us. If I do, I will not hesitate to sue in court. Don't you forget what the judge's obligations were when we parted? They are obliged to finance them. But I didn't give you a dime. If you bother me again, I'll ask for everything." said Mama.

"Yes yes Rahayu. I won't look for any more trouble." said papa, rising from his seat. Then hurried away followed by Aunt Wira and Elsa.

***

This morning it was so bad to go to work. Even to get out of bed. Since the dawn prayer, I decided to go back to bed. Even asking for permission on Ken today don't go in just yet.

"You sick, who?" ask Ken, holding my forehead. He immediately showed an attitude of worry because I usually work diligently. If the holiday is due to illness, it must be a serious pain.

"Just limp in. Maybe because these few days are overtime." I replied, pulling the blanket.

"Then I'll take a day off." Ken took off his suit and tie.

"Don't, I'm fine. Maybe just have to rest."

"It's okay, I want to take care of you. Or should we go to the hospital? I'm really worried about your health."

"No need. I'll just take a break."

"Then I prepare breakfast. You eat here." Ken hurriedly came out. While I decided to sleep.

Just closing my eyes, I suddenly remembered something. The twenty-five date. Isn't that a sign that it's a day late. What don't-don't?

I immediately got out of bed to the bathroom. Hurry up to take a tespeck that I accidentally set up in a small closet in the bathroom.

"Hopefully .. hopefully." I said.

Then what does this mean? One real line, another faint.

Is the tool wrong? I immediately took back the test kit in the closet. But it turns out there's no more. I slowly patted my forehead, remembering that this was the last test. I did deliberately buy a small pack, but because of wearing it often, finally the rest of one.

"How's this? Positive or negative?" my forehead until I think about it. But suddenly jolts because Ken knocks slowly on the bathroom door.

"Darling, are you inside?" ask Ken.

"Yes" I answered, then opened the door and went out.

"Why?"

"Here." I showed Ken the test results. "Positive or negative?"

"Either. In his testimony how?"

"If such a condition is not given. Not written."

"Don't because you eat mostly sambal, so the lines are vague." Ken tried to slur.

"Not funny, mas." I pouted.

"Yes, just eat first. Try the test again."

"The tool is over."

"Huh, that much is over? I think it's in the thirties."

"And every day I wear it to the test."

"O dear God, don't be like that either. You will be stressed yourself."

"Yes how else. I just want to be careful. It's not second. Afraid there will be something. Although there is no such thing, but there is no harm in being vigilant."

"Hm, if you're not comfortable don't do it baby. I don't want you to get dizzy just because of this problem. Whatever happens we face together. After all, we've only been married for two months, so be patient first. God will give at the right time."

"Why, I want to quickly have a baby. In addition to wanting to give offspring for mas, also want to make your mother and parents happy by presenting a grandson. But back again, all the will of God."

"So you've resigned?"

"Yes, I resigned. Want to try what if God has not loved how. Isn't it mas?"

"Hm, yes, dear. Now let's eat." Ken led me to a pair of seats near the television. There were already two dishes of fried rice and milk. "Yuk eat."

Somehow again this, food that is usually delicious in my opinion now feels like something that can arouse nausea. In just a few seconds, the nausea increased. Especially with the smell of white milk.

Huekk. I can't hold it anymore. So hurriedly run to the bathroom so freely vomit my stomach contents.

"Ra, it seems like your pain is serious." Ken who was so anxious immediately forced me to be taken to the hospital.