EPOCHS

Chapter 65

Kinza Irsyania Malik POV

The white room was the first thing I saw. Oh no, lest I was in heaven like in drama movies. Is this really all? Am I really in heaven? But, why is the atmosphere as crowded as being in the market?

“Alhamdulillah Ibu Kinza is awake. How's she doing, ma'am? What hurts?”

“Alhamdulillah O Allah, thankfully Bu Kinza is fine. What's the pain, ma'am?”

“Bu, what hurts? Her head is still dizzy, huh?”

Question after question came to me. I was like I was hit by something. Like sick people because, everybody asks how I am.

Sick? Am I not sick? The head?! Heh, where's my head? Is she okay?

I rubbed my head slightly and dizzy. Like being hit by a very tight ball header. Pain and heat.

“Bu, I'm sorry. I was too excited to hit the ball, to hit mom like this. I'm sorry Bu.” said someone apologized. His face was parched while continuing to hold my hand. He is, he is,

Sister Amira!

Sister Amira? Oh no, so he's the culprit? So, Madam Amira who has hit the ball very strongly and even hit me. This is me having a bad feeling. Amira is intentionally?

I shook my head weakly, “it's okay, Ma'am. I'm fine.” said I tried to cover all of it. Though, this is the head that feels all of it. Heavy, dizzy, and sick for mercy.

Duk duk duk, heard the clattering of PDL shoes steps on the floor. His voice was loud and getting closer and closer towards me.

“Dek, yes Allah how can this be?” ask Al worriedly. Her hands quickly turned to and fro checking on my situation.

I reviewed a warm smile, “nothing, Mas. I'm fine.” said I tried to be fine even though the dizziness continued to stab into my head.

“Izin, Mr. Danramil, this is all my fault. I was hitting a volleyball but accidentally hit Bu Kinza's head. Sorry, Mr.” said Mbak Amira felt guilty. Instantly, Mas Al glanced at a glance and saw who the culprit was.

He seems a little upset. However, Mas Al tried to control his emotions. There are many mothers around us.

“Nothing.” reply Mas Al with very-very cold. Wes, there are mothers, do not be cynical hi hi.

“Yes already, then we all express permission, yes, sir, Mom. So that Ibu Kinza can rest and his condition again improves. Please forgive the mistakes of one of my members. Really, this incident is not an accident. Except the incidents that often occur during ball games.” said the Commander Mother while greeting me and also Mas Al. He and all the mothers of Persit resigned.

“Izin, ready, Mom is okay.” said I still sound weak.

“Hopefully get well quickly, yes, Mom. Excuse me, assalamu'alaikum.”

“Wa'alaikum sallam.”

Silent. Instantly the nursery room at KSA became cold and quiet. I'm with Mas Al. We were only two because Alief was taken by Jonathan's mother.

Al was silent. He didn't say anything. Like someone holding back anger. I don't know, I don't want to talk much. I'm sure Mas Al needs to be alone, even though I don't know what caused it.

“Emangnya can not miss playing volleyball, Dek?” her question was super cold and made my heart flutter. Oh, so he's mad because I played volleyball. Ck ck ck, indeed here I dodol. Can't refuse someone's request, ekhm Mbak Amira.

“Darling, Moms can't possibly force you to play volleyball, right? Especially Mother Commander, that would be impossible. He may not mean his members to make a match, in a state that has not fully improved. To be honest with Mas, there must be someone who forces you to play volleyball, right?” tera Mas Al is completely untrue.

Commander's mother didn't force me to fight. Instead he warned me so that I thought carefully before plunging into the field. But I was also not forced in such a way. Someone just invites me to a match, there is no compulsion in it. It was Amira's mother. Wasn't I the one who quickly agreed? So, here I am wrong. I'm the sloppy one.

“Ngak, Mom. Nothing is killing me. This is all my wish, my mother. I'm careless.” said I tried to convince Mas Al not to be bad.

“Lantas, why does it happen that Amira hit her ball keeps hitting you?” mas Al came back cold. Hem, I know where this conversation is going. Mas Al apparently suspected Mba Amira. Hadeuh stop, I don't want any more business with her. Especially to involve Mas Al in his. I'm enough.

“No, Mom, I'm serious. I was so dizzy, I suddenly had trouble breathing too. As a result, I lowered my head and did not know that a ball was coming towards me very fast. Yeah, the ball just hit me in the head. After that I fainted and woke up already here.” said I keep trying to calm the heart of Mas Al. Come on, do not let Mas Al ignited emotions. My plan to investigate Ms. Amira could fail.

“Udah, Mas, don't think too much. What matters is that I'm okay, right?” I said as I grabbed his burly hand.

“Hem, okay. But I was confused, why are you suddenly sick? You haven't eaten or anything, honey? Or maybe, you.?” boduh Mas Al hung my last sentence. And then, I wonder. Don't-don't I what? Why am I the hell?

“You pregnant, Dek?” ask Mas Al with a sparkling face. Of course it made me instantly surprised. I nodded while rubbing my flat stomach.

“Pregnant? It can't be, baby. We have not been in contact for two weeks. Can I get pregnant?” I said guess. Confused and scared too. I feel like this is impossible.

But what if I'm really pregnant? I'm not ready to have another baby. Alief's too small, hiks.

“Dek, from now on don't be tired! Do not participate in any activity Persit. Later let Mas the same permission mother commander!” firmly Mas Al while rubbing my flat stomach. Then, his head slowly approached towards my stomach.

“Nak, be well, yes? Thank you for being here. Papa very happy.” said Mas Al while gently rubbing my stomach. Hell no, Mas Al what the hell? What am I pregnant for?

“Mas, wait a minute. I'm not necessarily pregnant. Don't go here, Mom. Anyway, if I was pregnant, the doctor would have told me. Yes, right, Mas?” I said not feeling good. I'm really almost crazy. Mas Al freak please!

“We prove it now, how is Dek? USG only so that Mas can see our prospective children.” invite him excited.

“No, buy a testpack only Mas. Anyway I want to go home aja.” said me and immediately agreed by Mas Al.

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In the afternoon, I was allowed to go home. Mas Al instantly turned into a standby husband. She won't let me do anything but eat and breastfeed Alief.

“This, Dek, Mas bought her tools. Now you check first. Want to help?” he said while handing me five testpacks. Mantep, right temans?

“Mas, if the result is one line how? Don't be disappointed, huh?” I said while stroking his cheek.

“Nothing, Deck. Maybe not sustenance.” reply her full of tenderness. I'm gobsmacked hu hu.

“Alright, I check first, huh? Mas wait here.”

I walked towards the bathroom. Actually a little doubtful. I'm honestly afraid the results are positive. But, I leave everything to the power.

“Dek, old ko? Is this half an hour? How's the result?” ask Al from behind the door. Even without me noticing, it had been half an hour in the bathroom. Then I gasped while looking at the results of the fifth testpack test showed the same results.

“M - mas, a - I.”.