It's My Dream (Aksara And Tone)

Because of Mother-Mother Chat

The days passed so quickly. Some important moments have happened. The marriage of Salma and Satya.

Tone stomach is getting bigger, now the age of the womb has gone 8 months. Nada increasingly diligent to do small sports in the morning with a walk to facilitate labor later, of course with the company of her beloved husband. Like Sunday morning that day.

"Dear, take a walk." Aksa crouched down in front of Nada who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He smelled the big belly of Nada. "Eh, Papa's kicked. Be healthy, baby." Aksa plays with the belly of an irregularly moving Tone. "Totally good."

Tone just smiled as he finished a glass of warm milk.

"Darling, is it over? Want to eat some bread first?" Aksa grabbed the glass that had been empty.

Tone shook his head. "I want to buy a banana. There are usually." In the vegetable."

"Yes, take a walk." Aksa held Nada's hand out of the room.

"Mas, my legs are not swollen right." asked Nada when she started to move her legs outside the house.

"No. You are an active pregnant woman. Thank goodness, our courses are crowded."

"Kan Mas do not charge, pay seikhlasnya. But it's more blessed to taste."

Aksa smiled and grabbed Nada's waist. "Yes, Alhamdulillah."

"Yesterday there were journalists who covered the loh Mas. Get ready, where the Mas Aksa course went viral."

"Well, the more courses we add more teachers. I have some acquaintances who have talent in the field of music like they want to join. You're going to be born soon and I'm also a few months away from taking the magister."

They were still chatting while taking a morning walk that occasionally greeted the neighbors who passed by them.

"Mas Aksa really wants to be a lecturer?"

"Yes, Na. Why?"

"Sir papa. Add likes. Mr. handsome Lecturer." A pampered crunching tone on Aksa's arm.

"Na, it's the vegetable. I think bring some fruit too. I bought it."

"Don't Mas. Many mothers. Later Mas Aksa pinched." Tone already memorized if Aksa met the mothers. They often pinch the wrath of Aksa's arms or cheeks in fascination with her good looks.

Tone approached the greengrocer.

"What do you want to buy, Ma'am Nada?"

"You want to buy fruit" said Nada while choosing bananas and citrus fruits.

"Crains are the morning walks."

"The husband's company is definitely diligent ma'am."

Some of the mothers started commenting.

"Great boy has a loving handsome husband again."

"How many months is she pregnant?" ask one of the mothers while rubbing the stomach Tone for a moment.

"Street 8 months ma'am."

"Well, soon enough. Want a normal or cesarean."

"God is normal. The doctor says all are healthy so they can be normal."

"Loh, now there are many who can be normal lahiran but choose cesarean." said one of the mothers provoked.

"Why mother? Isn't it normal?"

Nada only listened because he still did not feel the name of the lahiran and will only feel.

"Yes bun, besides they do not want to suffer pain after contraction, they also do not want if her husband is dissatisfied because it is already loose."

"Well, you can follow gymnastics and drink herbal medicine too."

"Yes, today yes, there are more actors. Fear is like that, if the husband is not satisfied can turn the bow."

"Wow, horrified as well. Well, mbak Tada think again first want a normal or cesarean. Mas Aksa handsome kayak that should not be lured by the actor. Must be taken care of."

"Don't that Ma'am. Good dong if you want a normal hand."

"Yes Ma'am." Tone just a discordant smile. After paying the fruit he walked up to Aksa who was sitting while chatting with Mr. Hasan who was accompanying his grandson on a walk.

"Udah? Here I bring you." Aksa grabbed the plastic bag that Nada was holding.

They both walked home. Along the way, Nada was still thinking about the chatter of the mothers earlier. Bumil shouldn't have heard such strange things.

"Darling, how quiet is that? Tired?" ask Aksa when she gets home. They are now sitting at the dining table. "Drink water first." Aksa gave a glass of water to Nada.

Aksa rubs the waist slowly Tone because since entering the third trimester of the waist Meang tones often feel sore. "Thir waist?"

"Not too Mommy. I'm going to go to the room." Tone stood up slowly after putting the glass that had been empty and followed by Aksa.

In the room, Nada took her examination book and saw some of her print out ultrasound results that were done routinely every month. He smiled at the results of this month's 4-dimensional USG photo. It looks the shape of his face. He even looks sweet smiling.

"Mas, I think his face looks like yours. Cheating well, I'm the one who's pregnant but even looks like you."

Aksa sat down next to his wife and took the picture. "Where the hell? It doesn't look like that yet. Later if the new born know look like me or you."

"Look at the nose, it's really like Mas Aksa."

"I made it, Na." Aksa smiled slightly then her hand rubbed the stomach of Tone. "May be good until the day."

Tada remembered again with the words of these mothers. What would her husband think if he decided to take a cesarean?

"Hmm, if I gave birth by cesarean section how?"

Aksa stared at Nada. He now holds the body. "Are you afraid of pain? The person giving birth must be sick Na, whether it is normal or cesarean because it is the reward of heaven. You calm down yeah, I'll always accompany you."

Tone shook his head. "Yes, I know the man giving birth is sick. But that's not what I'm afraid of."

"Continue?" Aksa stared at Nada not understanding.

"Hmmm, that's, hmm..." A confused tone should explain what it looks like.

"What's? Wh why? Try my same story. We're looking for a solution so this one's pregnant doesn't stress."

Nada did not dare to look Aksa in the eyes. He played his own finger while starting to tell stories.

"So right said mothers if giving birth normally later it can be loose Mas?"

Aksa scrunched his forehead not understanding. "That's, Na?"

"That Mas means later Mas Aksa can not be satisfied if the relationship has not bitten again."

Aksa's laughter broke. Since pregnancy, Tada has passed innocently. He always thinks about what people are talking about. "Quiet Na. I have a big one."

One pinch landed on Aksa's waist. "I'm serious, Mum."

"Na, you don't have to hear the words of those mothers. What matters now is that you have to focus on your condition."

"But really, it won't be like that. Later Mas tempted again same actor."

"Astaghfiullah, Na. Well, I can't possibly be like that. Don't think weird." Aksa kissing cheek Nada. "All I love is a Tone. Moreover, you are already pregnant and will give birth to my child. You are perfect."

Nada is now hugging Aksa although not as tight as usual because it is blocked by an enlarged stomach. "Let's accompany me and fight."

"You're as sick as I am if you can get pregnant in the first place."

"Don't Mas. Mas Aksa could faint again."

"Yes. Weak is me. Not as strong as you. Tone is great."

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