Believe me, I'm Still Sacred

Chapters 104. Smell of women's perfume

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After finding out Zahwa is pregnant, Amayra stays at Zahwa and Rey's house. She wants to accompany her child in the days of her pregnancy. Amayra wants to fulfill her daughter's cravings, the same as following the wishes of her first grandchild. During his time there, Amayra was not too worried because Zahwa rarely nausea like he used to be. He only nausea when smelling perfumes or rancid dishes. So Zahwa must avoid rancid cuisine or cold cuisine.

Zahwa must eat dishes that are still hot so as not to nausea.

Every time after her prayer, Amayra always prayed that all her family be bestowed happiness and kept away from danger. Not to forget Amayra always stroked her daughter's flat stomach and chanted prayers for the safety of Zahwa and the child she contained.

"If your Papa were still around, he would be very happy.he would soon have a granddaughter of you and Rey" Amayra said as she rubbed Zahwa's flat belly covered by her chiffon blouse.

"Yes Ma, Papa must be happy. Moreover, brother Zayn will soon be married," said Zahwa with a smile.

"Dear, you're right." Amayra rubbed Zahwa's head slowly, smiling.

"Oh yes Ma, according to Mama what about Mr Arga? He's good, isn't he Ma?"

Amayra was stunned to hear Zahwa's words which suddenly discussed Arga. The man who was the headmaster and he liked Amayra.

"Why are you talking about Arga?" Amayra frowned.

"Eh...mama, I nanya loh why did mama even return her name? What do you think of Mr. Arga?" Zahwa took his mother's hand and did not close his curiosity towards the man named Arga.

"Yes he's good, he's Sholeh, he's learned,"

"That's it?" Zahwa looked disappointed by Amayra's reply.

"Yes, that's all."

"N-there's no sense of the same Mr Arga?" ask Zahwa carefully about Arga to Amayra. As she expected, Amayra was not happy to talk about other men.

"Astagfirullah Zahwa.Why do you ask that? Udah ah, mama want to get ready first.mama want to clean-up clothes, soon mama go home." Amayra shuffled from her seat, then she stepped away leaving Zahwa who was sitting on her living room sofa.

Zahwa looked at her mother sadly, she let out a long sigh. Rey, who had just come out of the bathroom, saw the look on his wife's face that was not good.

"Why Nemoku? How's that pouting?" rey asked if he was sitting next to his wife.

"Mas.I talked to Mom just now."

Rey smiled, her finger touching Zahwa's nose in a fit of anxiety."It must have been the same response as what I expected, right?"

"Yes Mas, when I want Mama to have a life partner, not lonely and I want to be happy mama." the woman's great-granddaughter with a frown.

"My dear, trust me. Mamah will not be lonely because he has us and later if our child is born, it will be more crowded right? True love mamah only for the deceased papah Satria, you must understand it dear." explained Rey to his wife, Rey, in essence he must not force the will of Amayra to have a life partner or open his heart to others.

Heart problems are complicated.

"Yes, I'm not going to talk to you about this anymore."

"Good," said Rey, then kissed his wife's forehead gently. "I went to the room first baby, want to change clothes first."

"Yes, my clothes are on my bed!"

"Thank you my love."

Sweetie!

That's how Rey and Zahwa have been lately, especially after finding out Zahwa is pregnant. The more the man became a slave of his wife's love, the more he loved his wife. It's dear, the more dear. All Zahwa's wishes he fulfilled, whatever they were. He did not want to disappoint or make Zahwa sad because of it.

After driving Amayra home, Rey buys the martabak that his wife wants. So far Rey is happy because Zahwa's desire is not strange like the pregnant women he saw on tv tv. It's just that his appetite is quite a lot, but Rey is happy because Zahwa's development is the intake for his future children.

"Mas.martabak duck eggs special 1 yes, same brown banana martabak 1!" order Rey to the martabak merchant located near the luxury restaurant.

Do not know what Zahwa abis 'no, he ordered his hammer two at once. Inner Rey.

Rey waited for his hammer to mature faithfully, until 15 minutes later the martabak was ready and Rey paid for it.

When Rey was about to leave, he heard a fight in front of the fancy restaurant and his voice was familiar to him.

"You've got me Fer! You have to take responsibility" Cleo said firmly.

"Are you crazy, Cleo? I'm getting married to my fiancee, don't you dare slander me that no-no!"

"Darling, are you really impregnating her?" ask a woman beside that standard handsome man.

"Of course not dear! This woman is my ex-boyfriend, but we broke up a long time ago. Even if I impregnate someone, I prefer to impregnate you." joked Fero to his lover with a sweet smile.

"Fero! You're really outrageous huh!" cleo shouted furiously at Fero. "This is your son Fero and you want to marry another woman while I'm pregnant with your child?" cleo asked disappointed in Fero who did not want to take responsibility for the child he contained.

"Surge you fucking lady! Don't ever bother my future husband!" exclaimed the woman beside Fero then pushed Cleo until her body fell to the ground.

Cleo held onto her stomach then grimaced in pain, she felt something flowing down there. "God..."

Soon Rey and a few people approached Cleo who was in pain and not well walking. "Cleo! You why?" asked Rey while putting a crackle containing martabak in the place. He was so anxious to see Cleo hurt. Not out of love but out of pity and yet Cleo is his best friend.

"Mas.cepet his wife was taken to the hospital, like his wife was pregnant and bleeding again!" a mother tells Rey and she feels Rey is her husband.

"Eh. he's not sua-"

"Ahh..sick.sick sister...please help me brother." Cleo brushed Rey's hand, looking cold sweat on Cleo's pretty face.

For the sake of humanity, he carried Cleo carefully. He took Cleo into his car in the back seat. He was still guarding the front seat reserved for his beloved wife, no one could sit on that chair.

"Cleo, I called my wife" Rey told the distressed Cleo. Rey's eyes were looking for her phone there.

"Akhh." Cleo grimaced in pain. Rey was in a dilemma, finally he decided to immediately hit the gas and contact his wife later because Cleo's situation is urgent at this time.

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That night, Zahwa was still busy watching the drama while lying down. But when he saw the clock had shown at 9 p.m. She remembered her husband. "Kok mas Rey hasn't come home at this hour? What's the martyr ngantri?" muttered Zahwa anxiously. Finally she took her cell phone in the room and called her husband, she was worried something might happen to Rey.

"Why not pick up?"

Zahwa kept his phone while he heard the sound of the gate opening and the sound of a car approaching. The woman rushed to the front door to open the door she had locked.

"Assalamualaikum darling."

"Waalaikumsalam Mas Hotel. Why did you just come home?" zahwa asked as she greeted her husband with a kiss on the back of Rey's hand.

I don't think I should have told you about Cleo. It doesn't matter either.

"Sorry dear, the hammer fell on the street so I bought another Martabaknya,"

Rey did not lie about buying Martabaknya again because the first martabak he gave to Cleo in the hospital who wanted martabak also because of illness. Finally he bought another martabak for Zahwa.

"Up to two hours?" asked Zahwa with pursed lips.

"Yes dear, ngantri." his alibi smiled at his wife.

Well, if the matter that is waiting in line, Rey lied. "I'm sorry, baby, you've been waiting a long time. How's dede, honey? Fussy, didn't the frog come?" rey's hands touched his wife's flat stomach with care and were precious.

"Alhamdulillah not mas, fortunately there was a snack that had not abis this afternoon. So I ate it first." she said with a smile. For him what matters is that Rey is fine.

"I'm sorry, dear papa, sorry, my dear wife" said Rey felt guilty to his pregnant wife.

Then the two of them enter the house, Rey opens the martabak package and they eat the martabak. His martyrdom is not exhausted because Zahwa just wants to. "Mas, I'm full..."

"Hem.ya it's okay, baby," said Rey with a smile. He hugged his wife gently.

Suddenly Zahwa pushed her husband and looked at her husband with keen attention. "Mas...you really bought a martabak, right?"

"Honey, I know that." Rey is astonished by Zahwa's question and suspicious look at her.

"Rey's clothes, the smell of women's perfume!" zahwa said straightforwardly.

"Darling..."

Astagfirullah...

"Jawab mas, who are you hugging?!" zahwa asked firmly with her eyes beginning to glaze over.

"Darling, I don't hug anyone...you horrified me first huh?" Rey was about to touch Zahwa's hand, but the pregnant woman immediately rebuffed him.

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In Selina's room, the girl was sitting on the balcony. He was thinking about his talk last afternoon with Rivanno and Irfan. Two men who have taken his crown as women.

They do not want to be responsible and Selina also has no solution for her son. He just wanted to step on the 2nd grade High School, oh God, how is this? Selina is confused and agitated every day as in the pursuit of ghosts.

"What do I have to do, God? I need someone to be the place to talk.Tomorrow I will talk to brother Zahwa.Tomorrow he is at home." muttered Selina in her heart.

Selina hasn't spoken to Zahwa yet because the time to meet them is narrow, tomorrow she will talk to Zahwa about the matter.

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Spoiler bonus next chapter...

"So who's Selina? Who has already impregnated you? Brother will beat him up! He must be responsible!" zahwa shouted while clenching her hands tightly.

Meanwhile Selina sobbed in her brother's arms.