HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

The happiness that is tucked away

All my life, I have never felt pain, disappointment, anger at the same time, all that feeling was mounting and almost erupting in me as my husband revealed the truth about me.

almost 25 years old, I thought my father and mother were my real parents, but I was wrong, completely wrong. They're not my parents.

"Honey, let's go" said my husband softly. Today we plan to go to the hospital. The last month I had a fever many times, paracetamol was able to relieve my fever, but only lasted three to five days, after which the fever again.

My appetite decreased drastically, even though I need a lot of intake as a provision to provide ASI for Chamomile.

"Next month's your birthday, honey. What do you want a present for?" my husband asked me, he was so enthusiastic that he talked to me even though I often ignored him.

"Not necessary, not important." I turned towards the windshield window of the car, observing the vehicles passing by during the day.

"Come on, you gotta be happy, honey. For my sake, for Chamomile's sake, don't torture yourself," he continued, I remained unmoved, as if I hadn't heard the same words he would say every day.

How I should be happy, while the person I have trusted all my life, has kept a big secret.

Even until now, my father and mother have not said that, I am also reluctant to ask directly.

After arriving in front of the hospital, my husband clasped this hand tightly before getting out of the car.

"Look at me, honey." He grabbed my face, on deck with both palms.

"Do you love me? love Chamomile?"

"If you are, then you must be strong, you are our strength, you must be stronger than us" he said wryly, the brown net was glazed.

"Take this whole ordeal of your life, of ours. If you continue like this, not only will you suffer, me and Chamomile will also feel pain,"

"She needs a strong mother, a tough one. Where's my cheerful Sabrina?"

I tried to smile, grab her wrist.

"I'll try to accept all this, Honey. I'm sorry if I make you a victim of my weak attitude" I replied slowly.

"No, don't talk like that. I know exactly how you feel, but you have to be tough, that's the truth, and you have to know."

"Thank you, Honey. Thank you for loving me so much." I hugged her, holding back the crying that almost spilled.

Indirectly, I felt my husband's changing body increasingly thinner, he took more time off from the office, let Joe do all his work.

In order to make me happy again, she always gave me gifts every day, flowers, diamond rings, necklaces, and various other jewelry.

"Have not cried, doctor Budi is waiting for us," he said, rubbing my wet cheeks.

We went straight to the room owned by doctor Budi, and did the examination first.

"How, Uncle?" ask husband.

"Come, Ga. But uncle, this is not an ordinary pain" said doctor Budi, making me a little surprised and curious.

"It's not common pain? then?"

"When was the last time you were on the moon, son?" ask the doctor.

"Since Chamomile's birth, I've never been to the moon, Uncle. As far as I know, nursing mothers who can not come months can become natural KB," I replied doubtfully, this information I get from search engines on the internet.

"Yes, but it could be ...."

"What could it be, Uncle?" ask my husband impatiently.

What if I get pregnant again. I sighed softly.

When the door to Daren's doctor's room was knocked, the man opened it immediately, welcoming our visit with joy.

"Hi, how are you? didn't I just come to your house a few days ago, now you're visiting me, what ... kangen?" Doctor Daren greeted with a thunderous laughter.

"Please sit down, what's wrong? it's very tense," he added.

"Sabrina, looks like she's pregnant again" replied Budi with a smile.

"Huh? pregnant?" My husband and I spoke without command.

I've guessed. See, this time my husband put on a cute face and beaming, he looked very happy even though the guess of Doctor Budi has not been proven.

"Come on, come on, I'll check, '" Doctor Daren pointed to the bed of the patient I used to visit. She called a nurse in the guard room.

Already in the hospital complete with all the tools, I immediately did the USG to ensure the truth of this allegation.

"Well, you're great, bro!" doctor Daren exclaimed, clapping loudly as he turned his chair to face my husband.

"Come, tell me what you're using until your wife gets pregnant again so soon" she continued.

I was flabbergasted, shocked, I gawked, staring at the monitor screen. This happiness in the midst of my pain seemed to be the elixir of great disappointment.

With a quick step my husband approached, he helped me down from the bed while kissing the tip of my head.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you," he said, the kiss he placed on my face, he did not hesitate even though many eyes were staring at us.

"Cool! her age is 7 weeks. You're cool, Bro!"

"It seems that I have to take a course on you" said doctor Daren laughing, whether he intended to praise or was mocking the efficacy of my husband's steps.

"I am indeed a tough stud, my strength is not only in the physical, but in my weapon" replied my husband chiming in. Instantly the room turned into a battleground of inner strength, or weapon power, it seemed.

Doctor Daren again prescribed medicines and vitamins like my previous pregnancy, but in my second pregnancy this did not seem as fussy as during Chamomile pregnancy, I rarely vomited, just plain nausea.

...

After I got home, I immediately took Claire from her playroom, my little girl was learning to walk in the aid of her two nannies.

"Thank you, Ma'am. I'll take Chamomile to the room first, yeah," I said to them.

Upon reaching the room, my husband was shocked and immediately took over Chamomile from my sling.

"What's wrong?" many wonder.

"You need to rest, honey. Don't carry Chamomile, he's too heavy, I'm afraid ...."

"Fear what? I'm fine, Honey."

"Rest, I'll get our little girl to play" he continued.

It is true, at the age of Chamomile who has not even one year, his weight is almost 17 kilograms, his body plump with cheeks fluffy like a bakpao.

Doctor Daren still allows me to practice Chamomile, as long as it does not contract during the breastfeeding process, then I can still fulfill the right Chamomile ASI until the age of 2 years.

Starting today, I will re-organize all my activities, change my diet and try to meet my daily nutritional needs, because it is not just Chamomile that needs me.