Just A Wedding

Chapter 60

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(Mas...besuk So take me to the doctor ? )

Type me on the HP screen and I send it to him.

Tomorrow is the day he chooses to check my content. Like the months of yesterday. In a row he always accompanied me to the obstetrician.

Flash on

A month ago.

" Did Doc, the baby girl ?" asked Mr. Satrio still does not believe the results of the 4D Ultrasound displayed on the screen and the explanation of doctor Niken.

" Sure Doc ? It's not gonna change gender, is it ?"

Doctor Niken smiled at Mr. Satrio's question.

" A complete already if this baby is a girl," cried Mr. Satrio happy while kissing my forehead many times. His face was shining because he was happy to get what he had wanted.

" Your sister Chick, Son ...," the spirit of Mr. Satrio said to Tangguh who was in his arms. Our foot, Mr. Satrio lightly stepped out of the doctor's room Niken's. His lips were endlessly smiling.

" Let's find Thavisa's shirt ! " I want her named Ardhiona Thavisa Adi Panengah. Bagusan ?"

" Yes good. What does it mean ? "

"Strong, strong and responsible people from heaven. Bagusan ? I used to want a girl, just now. I want to meet Thavisa immediately. "continue her again while gently rubbing my stomach.

" When do you check again next month ? I'll drop you off, I'll come. Twenty-one what about ? Yeah, I must have come to take you. I can't wait to meet our beautiful baby."

I nodded at his question.

Flash off

I looked at the sweet circular watch on my right hand. This watch was given by Mr Satrio a month ago when we were shopping for our baby. Half an hour had passed, he had not replied or read any messages from me.

Before I get home from work. I typed in another message for him.

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Assalamualaikum Wr W.

I'm sorry, did you take me to the doctor ? If you are not happy, it is okay to go alone.

Long ago, the two WA messages I sent were not also read. The feeling between anger and underlying worry moved creeping across the space of my heart. Did he hurt ? Will he forget his promise? I repeated my finger typing letters to form a sentence for him.

18.45

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I let time run with a slow feeling like the rotation of time does not move from second to second. I said he was passing messages in WA.

21.29

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Would you take me to the doctor ? Can't you drive me ?

I try to endure all the patience. Passing through the night with all jealousy and anxiety is like a fire - a small fire that is ready to burn away patience. Like a dagger ready to be sharpened sifts through the waves to stab themselves in despair.

The clock was sitting at 22:41 when I dialed her number. A spoiled voice seduced elegant sounding. Gently greet me, "Ashalamualaikum, dik Arin yach......"

My heart's thump started racing faster than usual. My throat was dry for a moment. Not the voice I wanted. It was not his voice that greeted me.

" Yes, I am Arin. Is Mas Satrio around ? "

I asked doubtfully and nervously, not expecting Ma'am Asri to receive my phone call.

" Mas Satrio has rested in. Kasian when awakened. Is there a message ? Tomorrow I tell Mas Satrio," asked Asri softly. I cannot control the situation. My voice trembled withstanding the overriding tightness arriving - arriving.

" There is no mbak. Tomorrow I'll call again." I said in a weak voice. Weak in every way, lost in every way with Asri.

Tonight, he completely took control of all the contents in my head and my thumping feeling. Start to touch the friendly so-called miss. A feeling of longing that makes me sick from jealousy. I was jealous of other women who could look at him every day and talk to him. I really envy another woman who every moment and every night is in her arms. Takes me to the bitterness of the night that I cling to myself.

Tonight I hugged myself with a thousand tears. I am really jealous. Shouldn't I be by his side at all times. Wasn't I his first wife. Why is this drama upside down ? I was like his mistress asking when he was coming.

Am I not the one who chooses this worry and anxiety ? Why am I crying ? Am I not the one who challenges against the so-called flow of water ? It turns out that up to this point I have started to falter. Terreka - design in my mind what he is now doing, what he is doing. The picture - the picture of Mr. Satrio's house is clearly displayed in my eyes. How is his room. Of course, this time will look beautiful with the nuances of Mbak Asri's favorite soft. Fresh flower decoration strung together by the hands of Asri's Mother.

The Tough Crying Voice made me slash myself even more. I carried my son in the groan that I also had with him. Tough eyes looked at me with pity as if to feel what I felt. We slept together with deep cries.

This morning has come to greet with a bright atmosphere. No dew attached to the shoots - the leaves of the rest of the fog earlier today. Dry, arid like the picture of my heart today

Am I wrong to call my husband repeatedly ? I tried to dial her number back. Back disappointed sowing spilled in my heart. He did not answer my call. I repeat again and I repeat. Self dominated by emotions or lara ? I don't understand it myself but today my finger is responding first from the command of my brain. My fingers looked up and found his number. Why did it happen again, it was not his voice that greeted and welcomed me.

" Dik Arin, HP Mas Satrio got carried away by me. Is there a message ? Later, we have lunch together." Sapa Mbak Asri polite to me. I strengthen my heart. Firmly.

" Mr Asri, can you tell me what Mas Satrio is so take me to the doctor ?"

" Is Arin sick ?" ask Mbak Asri full of investigation. Asri's voice remained calm. In my eyes, as if plastered by the face of Asri's mother. A beautiful woman with wavy curly hair stood up while receiving my call.

" No mbak." I replied down

" Why go to the doctor ?"

" Pe...check kan..dungan mbak," my voice stammered - brick answer Mbak Asri's question. I don't recognize myself much. Why should I be afraid ? But that's what happened. I also lost and was afraid of Mbak Asri. Can't be as calm and chanted Ma'am Asri.

" Dik Arin is pregnant ? Why didn't Mas Satrio tell you ? Even last night we talked for a very long time, Mas Satrio didn't mention anything about Dik Arin." A notification sentence or a deliberate story by Ms. Asri she told me. But. Mbak Asri's voice remains stunning as usual. A woman's voice that sounded perfect, spoiled and graceful.

I bit my lower lip withstanding all the pain in my heart. The phrase Ma'am Asri made me fall to the bottom of a muddy puddle. I want to shout loud, loud, deafening everyone with my gala. " Last night we talked for a long time." Why does that sentence make me so miserable. Just talking ? not more ? in room ? in the living room ? Household welcome ?

O Lord, I am powerless with jealousy that makes me sick, sick and sick again.

Seriate.........