Half of My Husband's life

Happiest

The days passed quickly, from the very beginning of passing too close at Andra's house, Mingho was increasingly unable to stop thinking about Ningrum. Even the task to Singapore to find the best hospitals and doctors was done by Tomi himself.

According to Andra's plan, he could not give up on Indri's situation, which had not changed, only responded when Hafizah visited him, and it was a long time ago.

"You take care of the company for a few days, I'm going to Singapore after Tomi" Andra said that day.

"All right." Mingho who was getting more and more upset only replied resignedly.

"If there's any urgency, you just come to the house. Talk to Fiza, she's not feeling well and will be accompanied by my youngest sister."

"Ningrum?" he said very enthusiastically.

"Yes." Yeah." Andra did not want to joke, he went home to immediately talk to Hafizah about his disappearance.

"Oh God, may this be the path that You have given me to approach Ningrum" said Mingho looking up at the ceiling of Andra's room.

Andra drove herself to her house. "It's been over a year." he muttered to himself.

"Is it very sudden?" ask Hafizah who did not know Andra's plan before.

"Not really, dear. Tomi has left first to ensure a suitable hospital to take care of Indri."

"Can I come with you?"

Such a subtle question. Andra turned to his expectant looking wife, biting her slightly pale lips from this morning.

Andra grabbed Fiza into her arms. "I won't be long."

"But... I feel hard left by you." replied Fiza again, making Andra tighten her embrace even more.

Just planning on leaving for a few days, Andra's heart was already very heavy leaving Hafizah, not to mention the whimper that wanted to always be together.

"We go to the hospital, you have to check." After giving a kiss on his wife's face, there's cold sweat on Hafizah's haircut.

Hafizah shook her head, indeed she was not sick. But somehow in the last few days he felt uncomfortable while sleeping, even felt fever during the day. "I'm not sick." Hafizah refused.

"But your face is pale dear." while stroking Fiza's face with her finger.

"I'm fine."

"Rest, after that we'll go to the hospital. Seeing the state of Indri Kak all of us check your health. It could be your blood pressure's low."

"I don't think Mas, I've never even worked that hard, either_"

"Lack of rest." Andra guessed with a seductive attitude.

"You're the one who made me less rest." Hafizah said while hiding her face in Andra's chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm too fond of you."

Hafizah hugged her more tightly, enjoying Andra's seduction which made her heart flowery.

"Or?" Andra wanted to guess.

"Or what?" Fiza looked up at that face taller than her.

"Or Ara's gonna have a sister soon?"

For a moment staring at each other, Andra was busy thinking lately that Hafizah's attitude was different, sensitive and always wanted to be spoiled. While Hafizah himself is remembering his monthly guest time.

"Mas, it looks like my guest has passed by" he said, staring at Andra's face.

"really?"

"Yes, I remember last month you gave me monthly money. That time I immediately asked Sri to buy a sanitary pad."

"And last week?" Andra also did not take her eyes off, her eyes were teary.

"I'm one Week late."

"You're pregnant, baby." Andra held Hafizah's shoulders slightly bent to align with his wife's face.

"We're going to the hospital right now." Andra hugged her many times, kissing her forehead and the veil-covered head for so long.

"O Allah." muttered Andra sitting in front of the steering wheel with a happy feeling, his heart seemed unable to hold back the happiness.

"I'm not sure Mas." Hafizah did not want Andra to be disappointed.

"No dear, I'm sure. I memorized what my wife's body looks like, you've been different lately." Andra clasped Hafizah's hand, peeping many times.

"Hopefully it is, Mas, I would love to be the mother of your children." indeed the subtle expression Hafizah makes Andra more and more floating.

"I'm the one who's long wanted to be the father of our children, you're the perfect mother, the perfect wife. I really love you, I don't want to lose you. Don't lose you." Andra hugged him tightly, there was a single tear that did not feel falling, other than countless happy, there was a fear of its own that Hafizah would not understand.

"I'm your wife Mas, where you might lose me. I'm yours and will be with you forever."

"Yes Honey. You're mine."

Along the way Andra's hands did not stop grasping his wife's delicate and pliable fingers, occasionally tucking and looking at the increasingly beautiful face in his eyes.

Arrive at the hospital, go straight to the obstetrician's office. Not wanting to delay his curiosity, he ignored anything.

"How's Doc?" Andra was really impatient.

"Your wife is healthy." The doctor smiled.

Andra looked at Hafizah's face, holding back the curiosity of whether his wife was really pregnant.

"Congratulations, you're going to be a father" the doctor continued, removing the device in his ear.

"Well!" Andra opened her mouth like she was having trouble speaking.

"The age of your wife's womb has stepped on Week Four."

"That means my wife's been pregnant for a month?" Andra convinced herself.

The doctor nodded.

"Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah O Allah." Andra hugged Hafizah who was still lying tidying up her clothes.

"Mas."

"Thank you Darling. Thanks." Andra did not stop tasting the cheeks and the entire face of Hafizah, until the flat stomach did not forget he embraced and gave thanks there.

"Sorry." Hafizah smiled stiffly at her female doctor who only smiled at the happy Andra.

"Thank you Doctor." Andra ended her happy outburst.

"Together sir, this is the first pregnancy?" the doctor replied while writing.

"The second Doc, my daughter is already three years old" Andra replied making Hafizah turn her head.

"All right." The doctor continued to write the vitamin prescription for Hafizah.

After the examination, the two happy people went straight to the room where Indri was treated.

"Mas, I'm going to the toilet for a second." Hafizah went to the toilet in the nursery.

"Be careful, dear." Andra followed him to the toilet door.

A body that does not move. Andra approached and sat down near Indri.

"Sister, I want to give you happy news. Wife's pregnant! I will soon have a child with the woman I love so much. I'm so happy, even though I'm sad you didn't come to your senses. I want you to see how happy I am, I made him happy too. Kak Indri should not have any burden anymore, it is not entirely your fault. Wake up, brother, don't be like this." those pair of pitch-black eyes turned back on the glass.

"Mas."

Andra was so surprised, she turned to Hafizah who was already standing behind her.

"Sa... Dear."

"Who did Mas Andra mean?"