EPOCHS

Chapter 66

“M - mas a - I, I am pregnant.” Kinza said with a stutter. His body immediately limp as soon as he saw two red lines printed on the testpack. Kinza was confused, he did not know to be happy or sad right now. To him, the child is the most precious sustenance. But it cannot be denied, his readiness to add children has not been so steady.

Al immediately hugged his wife's trembling body. Happy tears just drip. Al was really happy to hear that his wife was pregnant.

Unlike Kinza, the beautiful woman was actually crying out of confusion. His heart was not ready to accept. But, Kinza also felt happy because the fruit of his love with Al was already present in his own womb.

“Honey, are you serious?” ask Al to make sure again. Kinza gave five testpacks that had the same result, two red lines. Kinza was actually pregnant with the second child of Al.

“Yes Allah thank you, thank you for presenting the fruit of my love with Kinza. Thank you very much, Dek.” said Al with teary eyes. He further tightened his embrace on Kinza's body.

“Mas, I'm confused. I am not ready.” said Kinza while crying. The pregnant mother then drowned her face in Al's chest. Spilling all the feelings that made her heart in a dilemma.

“Dek, this is our sustenance. Aren't you happy too, hmm? Try to always be there for you. If necessary Mas will find a maid to take care of this house. Mas promise, Mas will do our best for you and our child.” said Al trying to melt the atmosphere. He must be able to convince Kinza that, pregnant with a second child will not be as scared as that. Al believed, Kinza would definitely accept and he could definitely face all of her.

“Surely I can, Mas?” tanya Kinza doubted herself. Al nodded quickly. “Definitely, Deck! I'm sure you can. Trust me, everything will be fine. Mas believe you are capable, even very capable.” reply Al very sweet and soft. Of course it makes Kinza's heart more confident and believe that he can pass all of his.

“Mas, help me, huh? Keep me strong. For me, you are the best encouragement.” said Kinza while tightening his embrace on Al's body.

“I'll keep the fruit of my love with you, Mas. Like I'm looking after Alief, like I love you. I will wait and watch over him until he is born into this world. Son, be well, baby. Forgive me for doubting you. Mama loves you love. Fine on Mama's belly, yes, Nak.”

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Kinza Irsyania Malik POV

Being grateful, being grateful, being grateful was the only way to accept my current state. I'm happy, very happy. Although she had doubts about my pregnancy.

Five red-striped testpacks that mean positive make me stagger for a moment. I was immediately confused, wanting to cry, but also happy. Not surprisingly, my romance and Mas Al present the fruit of love that is now growing in my womb. Once confused, how could there be a baby in my womb. Didn't Mas Al wear safety? I wasn't late for the pill either, maybe, I forgot. Oh, maybe it was God's will. Just accept and be grateful. This is sustenance, do not refuse hehe.

I can't tell you how old the womb is. For sure, I haven't had sex with Mas Al in three weeks. In addition to being afraid of running out of surgery, I was also afraid that the stitches would come off. That is an impossibility. I don't know, I don't understand any medical issues. You should see a doctor how good it is later.

“Assalamu'alaikum, Mom? What else are you doing?” ask Babang aka Mas Al while closing the door. His strapping body is still wrapped in a striped uniform, while one hand carries a tote bag that is somehow contained. Mas Al is still handsome despite the slight smell of asem. But, I really like the smell of his body. It has become opium, very soothing he he he he.

“Wa'alaikum sallam Hotel, Mas. Here it is, again nyuapin hotshot. Whining for food,” said I while kissing her burly hand that scented hand sanitizer lemon aroma. Mas Al then kissed my forehead gently.

“Hallo Papa's son, what else mam is nak?” ask Mas Al on a baby gimbul who is busy eating boiled carrots. He looks excited to see the Papa with still in a striped uniform. Yes, Alief does like his Papa striped clothes. Make this baby gimbul want to stick.

“Salim dong, Son. It's papa you know in front of you.” I told Alief. However, he did not even bother in the slightest. Asik same food, the same papa just cuek ha ha.

“Pa - pa da - and mam.” (Papa dedek eat) reply while holding a hand that is holding a carrot.

Her behavior is funny to the point of making my husband shake his head, hi hi hi. Baby behavior is diverse, Bun, unique.

“Nak, tomorrow we check, yes. I can't wait to see you. The day after tomorrow Papa's assignment in Bandung, so Papa wants to see you before leaving.” his words are sincere and gentle. I was gobsmacked for a moment. Apparently Mas Al really wanted a second child. Patience, yes, dear in eight or nine months he will be born.

“Ready, Papa! The spirit of his duty! Good luck to the destination and back home to our lap.” I reply mimicked the baby language. We laughed at the same time.

“Mas want to shower or eat first?” ask me gently.

“Mandi ajalah, Dek. Udah sultry, asem smell.”

“Yes already, if so I ready his clothes first, yes. Finished feeding Alief eat, I prepared food for you.” my body which was immediately nodded by Mas Al. Then the man who was still in a striped uniform went to the bathroom.

“Lief, continue eating, yuk. Here's one more bribe.” said I while offering the last feed of lunch today.

“Alhamdulillah, finished also finally.”

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“His time is just two weeks past three days, sir, Mom. Thank God his condition is healthy. Well, this has formed an embryo that measures about 0.01–0.02 centimeters. You can see there's a cell pocket, Bu.”

I shed tears when I saw a small blood clot on the monitor screen. Blue Haru enveloped my heart. I am happy, grateful and deeply moved.

Mas Al immediately shared the happy news in the family WhatsApp group. All of them immediately gave thanks and flocked to congratulate. Thank God, my second pregnancy is still warmly welcomed. They are looking forward to being like their first pregnancy.

“Honey, tomorrow's Mas going to Bandung. Mas already called Mommy to stay here for one week, it's okay 'kan” asked Mas Al.

“Lho, don't bother Mother, Mas? I'm afraid to make Mother bother, you know.” said I'm not happy. Then Mas Al shook his head.

“No, he was really happy. Later in the afternoon he departed from Yogyakarta to Jakarta.”

“OK, Mas.”

“Sorry, yes, I can't help you. But Mas will monitor you from afar. As much as possible Mas keep you even though the distance separates us.” said his heartless. Then, I held her hand tightly.

I nodded quickly. I can guess, Mas Al is starting to be overprotective because of this pregnancy. She must have been very worried and didn't want anything to happen to me and the baby in my womb.

“Nothing, Mas. I-i understand. Just do the job.”

Sorry for the new update, hopefully the feeling can be yes. Don't forget to leave your trail😊