Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

Shifaa

●Thank you to the readers who are still faithful waiting for the continuation of the love story Lyra❤❤

●Towards ending😊

●Lanjuutt yaa👋☺

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What happened to my wife, she was angry not long ago, and now she looks smiling, but let it be .. Even if you can only look at you in the distance, at least Mas can still see your smile, inner Dimas.

🌻**Dimas*** ...

**At 16:05**

"Where's mass?" my sister's voice at the end of the phone that looked panicked shocked me.

"Still in Dago, what is the tumben telfon Mas," said me again.

"Can you go home now?"

"So soon, what's wrong?" I asked as half my brain was busy with the numbers on my laptop.

"The mother is sick" Shifa said.

"Mister Lyra??"

"Yes yes, cook Dinar," and chuckle Shifa over asking Masnya.

"What pain?"

"I'm a doctor. Where do I know, mbak vomit and keep his body until lemes, pregnant times," ceplos Shifaa sekena in his brain.

"Hahh really. Thank goodness ...."

"Don't be confused yet, I'm just nervous because look at the vomiting-vomiting mas when vomiting when pregnant mbak," said Shifaa.

"OK you home now."

"Say he can't go home yet?"

"Udah can now," chuckled Dimas.

*Basic, if you're talking about Lyra, it's gotta be pretty cool. If I ask for help for a lot of reasons*, inner Shifa.

🌻Lyra ...

I don't know why today I keep nauseous about any smell, and food is so hard to get into my body. Always turning around again which makes my body very weak now.

At 16:30, suddenly the door of my room opened and I was surprised to see a figure who had returned and stood there.

"Mass, are you home?" lirihku wonder.

And I see the mas Dimas approaching me now,

Oupph ... instantly I was nauseated when Dimas' perfume smelled on my nose. I immediately went into the bathroom, feeling very nauseous as if someone was going to come out. Although in fact only saliva is visible on the floor.

"Sayangg, are you okay?"

I shoved Dimas' body instantly with my hand, because my mouth was still nauseous.

"Darling ..," and mas Dimas were shocked to see my reaction.

"You perfume, Mas, don't come near!!"

And Mas Dimas seemed to understand the meaning of my words, as soon as he moved away he seemed to approach the closet and change clothes without pafrum there. And mas Dimas approached me again who had been standing in front of the bathroom at this time.

"Mas has changed clothes there is no smell of perfume anymore" said mas Dimas eagerly while trying to embrace my shoulder.

"Mass, Mass body odor. Take a shower there," I said.

"really? no smell," softly heard the sound of Dimas mas after several times sniffing his scent. But he went into the bathroom and was heard cleaning up there.

I lay down my body but suddenly a knock continued to be heard from behind the door accompanied by Dirga's cry.

Immediately I opened the door and I held Dirga in my arms, as if she were sleepy, my mind. Dinarpun's brother left soon after.

By leaning on the side of the bed, I now Dirga in my arms, though limp due to nausea that I think all day. But the right of Dirga must still be granted. And his age is getting bigger makes his suction stronger even he often bites now, because his gums itch or he is anxious.

And some time lately somehow the shoots of ASI seemed sensitive, making me have to endure pain when Dirga sip it.

I saw Dimas coming out of the bathroom right now, with his boxer pants and a red shirt on his body, he seemed to be trying to approach me again.

"Massn ...."

"What else?"

"Huhh, so you have to change?"

I called my head, "That's Mas, the purplish color I like, soft," I said.

Purple, this is a t-shirt during a gathering with shop employees, because most of my employees are women, finally vooting superior women and we had to use purple color that day, my mind remembered the history of this purple t-shirt in my closet.

"You're not wrong, another t-shirt?"

"I want you to wear a purple t-shirt that's a point, or I'll cry" I said.

"Okay .. okay, don't cry." And mas Dimas finally used the purple t-shirt.

He seemed to be watching me breastfeed Dirga at this time.

"Why grimace like that?" wonder about Dimas.

"Sick Mas," I said.

"Normally not, right?" said mas Dimas.

"Since this week it seems, my breasts* ache in my mic Dirga .. uh Mas, why hold-hold," I wonder what my husband did.

"Just be sure of something" said Mas Dimas now and suddenly held my head and kissed him.

"Massn ...."

"Then we go to the doctor!"

"But I'm fine Maas, just catch a cold" I said.

"Mas isn't asking for your opinion, baby, I'm giving orders, for no reason, and you have to obey, okay!!"

"Why are you so authoritarian."

"Please do not refuse, this is the attention of a husband to his wife," said mas Dimas now.

"All right," I said at last.

Sorry Mas lied, which is right .. a father's attention to the possibility of his future baby, Inner mas Dimas.

"Mas but we're taking Dirga?" my word's back.

"Theirga's at home with Shifa."

"But I don't have stock ASI, if in the pump tool often hurts now. What if Dirga's thirsty?" shirihku.

"All right, let's take Dirga."

🌻**Dimas*** ...

And finally Lyra wanted to take me to the doctor, somehow I guess Shifaa was right, Lyra was different, her emotions were unstable, she was often nauseous, her breasts\* were tight, sensitive and fuller.

Using the purple t-shirt as Lyra wished, we stood entering the Hospital at this time. Dirga still looks slender in my front sling.

And Bandung Regional Hospital became my goal, as well as Dirga and Diyara who were examined here, I want if I really think Lyra is pregnant, my baby will also be examined and born here like her brothers.

Room with plate***Catrina, spOg*** in front of us at this time. And since coming Lyra looked astonished and kept asking me.

"Mass, Catrina's doctor is an obstetrician. Why are we here?" lyraku said I don't know how many times he asked the same thing.

"Mass ... You don't think I'm ha-mil, do you?" ask Lyraku now.

"It's not possible, is it?" answer me to I accept.

Could it be like that, yes I did not come this month, I was nauseous, there was a change in my body. Ahh if this baby is really present, why should he exist at a time like this, I am not ready to feel pregnant again, my inner self.

"Why pensive, don't think about things. We live the decrees outlined by God for our lives."

"But Mass, over a month we're out of touch" I said.

"You forgot, after you came back from Malaysia, we did it several times, until the incident at the hotel. Couldn't it?" lirih mas Dimas's.

After I thought, I exhaled my long breath, and I nodded.

*Fariska Lyra* ...

And the nurse calls me now.

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