Betrayal on the First Night

Have You Ever Regretted?

“Why are you, Mas?” Because it dissolves in daydreams, Aby until not realizing that the Dew has been sitting next to him.

“Nothing, Honey. I was just thinking something.”

Dew looked at her husband's gloomy face. Before leaving for the hotel, Aby looked fine. Now her husband seemed full of burdens.

“Thinking what?”

Exhaling a deep breath, Aby clasped his wife's hand. Next to his hand was stroking the top of his head.

“Mirning you. I'm sorry, yes.”

“Apologies why, anyway? What did you have wrong?” The wrinkles on the forehead of the Dew are increasingly visible.

“Do you ever regret marrying me?” Instead of answering, Aby replied with another question.

The mouth of the Dew was wide open hearing her husband's strange question. “What are you talking about, Mas? Why should I regret?”

"I'm not feeling good enough for you. If only that time ...."

Despite the confusion with Aby's strange behavior, Dew seeks to understand. He who was so sensitive immediately understood where Aby's conversation was going.

“Mas, you are my husband. And whoever you are, I will still love you.”

Aby felt like she was about to float in the air. For this is the first time the Dew has expressed love to him.

“You're serious?”

“What do you need how much rius?”

Dew's silly remarks created a small laugh on Aby's lips. He pulled the woman's body and hugged her tightly. Sweet kiss he planted tidally.

“Still, Dear. I'm sorry I hurt you the first night of our marriage. In the future I will try to be the best husband for you.”

The two embrace each other and express love. Aby was about to lay the Dew, but suddenly ....

“Aduh!” Dew grimaces while touching the stomach.

“Why you?”

“Ndon't know, Mas. My stomach suddenly hurts.”

Hearing the word stomach pain made Aby immediately panic. Reflexes change the position that originally sat in bed.

“Kan can forward can back off, Mas!”

“Okay, how is this? Pain from when, anyway?”

“Actually from this afternoon. But it doesn't hurt very much. It just hurts, Mas.”

Aby's panicking.

“Yes already, wait a minute, I call mama first.”

The man went straight downstairs to ask Mama Rima for help. He knocked on the door a little hard, to the surprise of his mother.

“Why are you, By?” mama Rima asked, shortly after opening the door.

“Grown, Mah! Stomach pain dew! Maybe want lahiran.”

When Aby looked very panicked, Mama Rima even chuckled after seeing her daughter-in-law's slightly pale face.

For people of the age of Mama Rima who are experienced, the labor process has become commonplace. Unlike Aby who is the first experience.

“You are calm, By. Don't freak. Come on, let's see Dew first.”

Both are headed upstairs. Dew is still sitting on the edge of the bed while rubbing the stomach.

"You got a sick stomach, son?" ask Mama Rima.

"No more, Mah."

"Loh said it was sick," said Aby. He sat down by his wife's side.

"The pain sometimes comes missing, Mas. Five minutes ago it hurt. It's gone again."

"Can't you?" Aby stared in slight wonder. Occasionally rubbed his wife's stomach.

"Oh, this hurts again," ringis Dew. The two eyebrows are linked together. His hand squeezed the end of the bed.

"This is what kind of loan, anyway? How much pain does dicil-cicil hurt?"

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