FIRSTBORN

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"Are you sure you're seeing mom?" Ask Ardhan who is buttoning his shirt. He looked at the wife who was wearing a hijab in front of him. The stomach that had been slightly swollen that caused Ardhan to refuse to give permission to Naila who would meet his mother. Not prohibit visiting, just a visit this time must beeujung a muscle fight between his wife and mother-in-law. Ardhan knew Naila was more frontal than Nadya in terms of voicing her opinion. He does not want the wife tired or tired of arguing with her in-laws later.

"Be sure, that's why I've been tidy gini, nebeng huh?" pinta Naila then helped her husband comb his hair.

"Not to be insistent."

"Yes, I'm not insistent."

"Persuad his calm ray just do not need to be firm."

"He.em." Naila had begun to get anxious with the warning of her husband.

"If the mother keeps kekeh, you also can't make anyone know who Faiq is the mate of Nad's mother."

Naila exhaled softly, "Stupid or unwilling Madam Nad the same Faiq rear affairs. At least I've helped my brother fight for his happiness." Naila said in a hoarse voice, otw cry. Maybe because the sensitive young pregnant mother again came out.

"During this Madam Nad, always happy me, until willing to succumb to remove Mas Alan at that time." Jebol has Naila's tears. Seeing the wife crying, Ardhan could not bear. He also allows Naila and will not be chatty anymore. He was just worried about Naila's situation, afraid that the wife was thinking hard and stress and could affect the fetus, explained Ardhan did not want it to happen.

Moreover, Ardhan was not near Naila until later in the afternoon, understand today Ardhan met the professor who will help his research. Ardhan is a doctor who is more concerned with research. He has not been directly involved in the hospital, except when he was co-as, now he is preparing a thesis and undergoing a research project with a professor.

"If there's any phone." Order Ardhan before you leave. He immediately drove his car to the house of in-laws and then drove to the campus to see the professor. The phone has been disilent, he will be concerned with his duties.

Naila who has arrived at the mother's house directly into the kitchen, surely the mother is still struggling with the order of her snacks. Although both of his daughters forbid selling, but he kekeh selling. The reason is that his body sweat, itung-itung sports.

"Assalamualaik." Say hello to Naila with her cry.

"Waalaikumsalam, you look?" the mother replied and to her surprise, her youngest child was already sitting sweetly on the chair while taking out some boxes of fruit salad that Naila brought from her in-laws house.

"When did you come? where's yourhusband? No more fighting, right?" ask mom in a row, and immediately wash your hands because she is making a mayo resolution.

"Just ask one-one napa, ma'am. Naila wants to incip this." Cicit Naila while staring at the fried risol mayo with sparkling eyes. Basic pregnant women, her desire sometimes comes suddenly.

Mother also thrust a small plate and fork containing risol mayo in front of Naila. Ah..si youngest looks excited when biting risol mayo is still warm.

"Sir Nadya doesn't work, Mom? the motorcycle's still on the porch at this hour."

"Send by her future husband dong." Mom who continued frying risol mayo. From his voice, it sounded very like because his eldest daughter had got a dream husband candidate according to the criteria of her daughter-in-law.

Ganteng ..oke, the faces of young ustadz who often wara wiri on TV with the appearance of a young child, wearing a shirt or shirt combined with jeans.

Smart... do not ask, lecturer Tafsir Hadith loh!

Richly.... Thank God the child of the family is there even though it is not as rich as Ardhan.

Sholeh has been tested because Faiq is often a preacher both at his alma mater campus events and studies at several mosques or residential complex studies.

"Actually who wants to marry that Mother what is Madam Nad anyway?" naila chirps relaxed, with chewing.

"Hush.ya mbak you are."

"Kook like a very happy mother ampe kelejotan senengnya." Tempta Naila who is as usual nyinyir with funny babbles.

"Mother Nad is also happy, Nai."

"Who said?"

"Foot." Serobot Naila a little emotional.

"Well, let Nadya accept Faiq as her husband. No less handsome with Alan, Nai."

Naila sipped a glass of cold water, soaked the esophagus after eating the mayo risol and then helped the mother put the mayo risol into the cake box.

"It's not a big deal, ma'am. Only Nadya's heart was leaning towards Mas Alan. Ibh does not feel sorry for Nadya's mother's marriage forced to please her mother. Remember, Mom. The one who underwent the marriage Nadya's mother is not a mother. Mother's standard of happiness can be different from her standard Madam Nadya, ma'am."

Mother was silent, the hand that had been agile to hold the spatula stopped, not forgetting to shrink the stove. "It's only temporary, Nai. Heart and love problems can change by habit."

"Yes, but I just feel sorry for Nadya. From the first always happy us, prioritizing our interests even he was willing to work day and night overtime for us, but I only until now can not repay the kindness of Nadya. Even marriage problems, Madam Nadya succumbed to me, so I helped Madam Nadya to seduce mother to cancel. At least I'm still trying to pay attention to Nadya's future."

Trowel

Mother was silent again. Naila's words seemed to penetrate her heart. The image of Nadya's sad face since the last two days flashed, the eyes looked red but he said glimmers. Jutek faces are always present when discussing Faiq. I know he was forced, but I'm sure one day Nadya's feelings will arise for Faiq.

"Come, Mom. Think of Nadya's feelings, Friday tomorrow is the determinant."

Mother let out a short sigh, then continued her frying event. "Continue, Nai. No need to cancel, inshaAllah the best choice for mbak Nad."

Naila fell silent, very stern. "Alright, if mother is still cool with the decision of mother. Let Naila help Mbaj Nadya." Ucar Naila.

"How?"

"By Faiq in a third of the night, I'll put it all together, I, Mas Ardhan, Mas Alan, my aunt in-laws' house, my mother-in-law. All friends Nad. Hayo..."

Mom laughed out loud, what way is it, cornering. "Udah ah, the way you won't win with mother's prayer."Said her. "Mom wants to take this to the next complex. You're not pa-pa yourself."

"No pa-pa. A child is afraid to be home alone. What kind of delivery mom, I pesenin go car huh?"

"No, just walk. It's close."

"Yes, let Naila go between. There's a motor too."

"Don't, if anything happens, you're pregnant with Nai."

"Yes, the housing next to doang Bu. Pregnant women are not sick. Where's the address." Naila is still pushy.

"Rare you pa-pa? you don't get yelled at by Ardhan when you get on the bike."

"If caught will be scolded, well this is not Mas Ardhan, so it's safe."

"That can't be, Nai. Same husband receding both behind and in front."

"Sir, Mom. Today is special with the mission of helping my mother. God is safe."

Mother also allows Naila to bring a motor to deliver risol mayo to Bu Endang, a customer who orders risol mayo at the next house.

"Bismillah, Nai." Said mom delivering Naila in front of the fence. The girl is indeed agile, even when pregnant young this is not lazy to ride a motorcycle.

Good luck to the destination. Mother's mind while holding her chest and staring at the back of the youngest who is increasingly away.