HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

8 weeks of pregnancy

Two weeks passed, I was still very weak with a bad appetite, all this time I did not even eat rice, only one or two pieces of bread and milk for pregnant women received by my body.

I never complain, I enjoy these times with great joy, I think it is my struggle to keep it.

Every afternoon I always eat one cup of ice cream to eliminate nausea and bitter taste that is attached to the tongue. I don't know, whatever I eat, it's bland, it's just the bitter taste.

This morning I was getting ready to go to the hospital, doctor Daren told me two weeks ago after I tested positive for an ultrasound today. Yesterday he called many times to remind me that I must not forget.

"You ready, honey?" ask husband. I just nodded while applying thin makeup on my face.

"Even though you're like this, you still look beautiful." she said.

"really?" askaku.

"Of course, my wife is always beautiful." I was embarrassed to hear his praise.

During these two weeks, he only went to the office a few times, only to attend meetings that were really important and could not be represented by anyone. All his work he's put on Mr. Joe, lucky multi-talent man who understands our situation.

I wore a plain pink knee-length dress with no motive, and tied my ponytail hair, looking simple.

I carefully went down the stairs, in my husband's sidecar.

"Good morning, miss," said Salimah welcoming us under the steps, the servants lined up behind her.

We entered my husband's black ferries, this time the Bimo bang driving the car, while my husband preferred to sit with me in the back seat.

This was my first time out of the house for two weeks, I never even came to the boutique, all the boutique work I left completely to Riani. Never mind to go home from the boutique, sometimes to walk into the bathroom I often feel dizzy.

Arriving at the hospital, we were greeted by doctor Budi and doctor Daren in front of the hallway. They smiled warmly to welcome us.

"Good morning, Miss. How are you today?" ask doctor Daren.

"Yes as you can see, Doc." I smile.

"Why are you just asking my wife, what you're asking is my news, I'm your friend" my husband said.

"But your wife is also my patient, it's up to me to say which one" replied doctor Daren with a slanted smile.

I and Doctor Budi just held back a smile at the behavior of the two of them.

"Come on, come on in, please" doctor Daren asked. The three of us followed him into his room.

The doctor told me to lie on my back in the high bed as usual, while a nurse helped cover the bottom of my body with a blanket when the dress I was wearing was pulled up to open part of the stomach area.

"According to the prescriptions, your gestational age has reached nine weeks, Miss."

"His heart rate has been detected on the monitor screen" the doctor said.

"You want to hear the sound of his heartbeat?" he asked, I nodded and smiled.

Then the doctor told the nurse to take a radio-like device called a doppler, after which, the doctor moved the doppler rod to my stomach, I was worried because the heartbeat of the baby I should have heard had not been found. But the doctor continued to search, until finally there was a noise like the sound of tv ants with in the interlude sound 'Dug ... dug ..."

"Yet, apparently the little one was playing hide and seek, very difficult to find," said the doctor.

The first time I heard the sound of a heartbeat that was getting clearer, making me creepy, moved, happy. I felt like I was in love for the first time.

"Everything okay, Ren?" asked my husband, he came closer to the screen. Doctor Daren explains to her about everything that is depicted on the screen.

"The size is still very small, about the size of a red bean with a length of 2.7 centimeters."

"You can do USG every month, or at least 3 months. Because this is very important, in addition to knowing the development of the fetus from time to time, ultrasound examination can also be used to detect abnormalities in the fetus early on," explained the doctor.

After doing the USG and getting a very clear explanation, I was advised to do a lab test by taking a sample of my blood, which is mine, the condition of the body limp and excessive vomiting resulted in my weight down and of course if this continues it will be at risk to our future baby.

A few minutes waiting, the lab results came out. Thankfully, everything is still normal, just need to improve the condition of the body.

"Have a meal, son. A little forceful, with a few but frequent portions, it will help you get through this trimester well," advised Dr. Budi, he looks about the same age as my father-in-law.

"You also need energy to get through this phase, be patient. Everything will improve soon," he continued.

"Thank you, Doc" I said.

"Call me uncle, I'm your uncle."

"Eh, yes, Uncle. Thank you very much" I replied.

After a series of tests and examinations, we returned home happy. I saw that my husband was very enthusiastic when he heard the various explanations from Doctor Daren about my condition and what he had to do to help me.

He always faithfully accompanied me through these days that felt very tiring. But I am happy, with the presence of a fetus in my womb, I hope that the happiness and harmony of our household will increase.

"I have a surprise for you" my husband said as we reached the gate of the mansion.

"Surprise?" manya curious.

"Yes, we'll see it."

With curiosity I walked into the house, how surprised, in the living room had gathered my parents, and my father-in-law. They seem to be waiting for our return.

"Dad, mother," I smiled happily as I hugged them in turn.

"Why when is it coming?" ask me to papa, then kiss the back of his hand.

"Sabrina's healthy, Pa," I replied.

"Why not deliver this happy news from the beginning, son. We're very worried" said mother.

"Sabrina deliberately forbade Arga from telling this first, ma'am. Because of Sabrina's unfavorable condition," I replied honestly. I did tell my husband to shut up about my pregnancy until my health began to improve, but it turned out that he broke his promise.

"If I had known from the beginning, I would have come to take care of you, pity your husband," said the mother.

"No need to pity, Mom. This is already my responsibility as a husband" my husband replied with a smile.

Finally we talked to each other, talking about things that are not too important sometimes it is a little entertaining, especially for the last two weeks I only spent in the room for 24 hours.

"Sa, I brought the kedondong fruit," said the mother, she took out the five yellowish-green fruits from the plastic bag she was carrying.

"Mother deliberately choose a not too mature, it tastes sour, but this can help reduce your nausea."

Just looking at the shape of the fruit, my saliva felt like dripping, imagining how fresh it was when I ate.

"In the past, mothers also really liked this fruit while still pregnant young," continued the mother.

Quickly, my husband headed to the kitchen to pick up a knife and peeled the fruit for me. Seeing how useless he is right now, I am so happy.

"Hemm, it's fresh, ma'am," I said as I felt the first bite in my mouth.

My husband just looked at me and wrinkled my face with an ugly expression, as if he also felt the sour taste and wry fruit that I was eating.

"Is that delicious?" She asked.

"Don't, this is delicious, Honey. Try it," I said thrusting my bite marks.

"No, no. You're the one who ate, honey," she refused.

Although the taste of acid and wry is extraordinary, but it seems successful in making my stomach that feels in the stirring gradually disappeared.

"Now it's not mango season, son. We've been looking into some fruit stalls nearby, but they haven't sold it yet" said my father.

"It's okay, Dad. This is enough for me."

They all smiled at me eating some kedondong fruit very greedily. Finally, I could feel the food coming into my stomach.

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Since today my father, mother and father-in-law came, I forced myself to accompany them all to lunch at the dinner table.

I ordered the fried chicken thigh to Salimah for my lunch this time.

"Remember the doctor Budi, eat a little but often, dear," my husband reminded.

"Yes." Yeah."

"You only eat rice with this fried chicken?"

"Yes" I replied briefly.

"Hmm, okay. Would you like me to add some sambal?" He asked back.

"This is enough, Honey."

"All right."

"Son, if you want to eat something, call me right away, I'll cook it for you with pleasure" she said. I just smiled and nodded.

Almost everyone asked me what food I wanted to eat, papa was no exception. He even offers a variety of delicious menus from neighboring countries that he can order to make me go back to eating greedily.

If my circumstances were not what they are today, I would not refuse those lucrative offers.

I force my mouth to keep chewing a mouthful of rice with this fried chicken side dish. I have to keep eating so that my body gets stronger through these fun days, nor do I want anything to happen to my heart's jewel-to-be.

Not five shots, I gave up. Then continue my lunch with pieces of fruit kedondong which has been prepared by my vain husband.

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