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Miscarrying

Like residents in general, when the month of fasting will be present will flock to buy food stocks for a week. Usually, a week of fasting and breaking food is very much and delicious. However, when going twenty fasts down then the only thing to eat is noodles with a variety of preparations.

Dayana went to one of the malls after finishing eating meatballs, she wanted to fill the stock of her refrigerator so that later she could easily cook open or sahur for herself. Mama and Papa Dayana are still busy with their work out of town, in fact Dayana was forced to come with her family to live out of town. However, Dayana was determined to stay at home even though she had to be alone.

"Sir, what are you going to buy?" asked Irga who saw Dayana pushing the trolley and looking around the hallway.

"You buy food and drink" Dayana said, walking down the aisle. He did not know where the item was sought, because this was the first time he entered the mall.

"How many times have you been here?"

"Never."

"Why not?"

"More practical in Alfamart or Indomaret, the hallway is a little easy to find goods. If in a gini mall, do not buy goods or food. A soul mate can!"

"Ngapain's been looking for? People are on the side, gini!"

Dayana glanced at Irga at a glance, the child could have made Dayana want to eat herself alive. Many eyes looked at them, perhaps in their hearts saying that Dayana and Irga were a good match. With Irga high and Dayana who is just a boat of the man. Irga remained focused forward and took over the trolley, she couldn't possibly let the woman who pushed just let her be.

"Eh, why did you bring it, Cil?" dayana asked in shock as it was taken suddenly.

"Gak papa, let it look like a dream husband, Ma'am," said Irga remained with his cool style.

When they were picking around in the fruit area, there was someone who patted Dayana on the shoulder and made the woman shocked because she thought that she was touched by a man who was not her mahram. Irga looked directly at the person behind them.

"What's up, Ma'am?" kekeh Dayana who can reflex just startled.

"Mmc ... You didn't miscarry, did you?" ask people whose age may be the same as her.

"Huh?" dayana asked confused by what the woman before her was saying now.

"That, Ma'am. There's blood, Mommy miscarried, huh?" ask the woman by closing her mouth.

Dayana immediately looked back and sure enough she had a miscarriage, uh she meant that a monthly guest had come, 'Mamvus, nih. The time I told you I was PMS, where her mom had her husband on the side. Shame on me! Mending I said that if I miscarried, ' Inner Dayana planned a mission.

"Mas ... Mas! Haven ...!" dayana shouted by holding the end of Irga's clothes, while the one held by her clothes felt a little suffocated. Some visitors immediately stopped and noticed Dayana, lucky that the woman did not scream in a loud voice. Not only a few people who will pay attention to them, it could even be entirely with the cashier mall as well.

'Difficult if you like the same people who want to be artists, really drama, ' Inner Irga who already knows that Dayana must be drama so as not to be ashamed.

"No need, Mom! Come on, just go to the toilet and go to the hospital!"

"Thank you, yes, Ma'am" Dayana continued and smiled at the woman and the man beside her.

"Yes, Mother. Hope your son is okay, yes. Cepetan to the hospital," said the person and left Dayana and Irga.

"Buy the tissue pads," Dayana pinta and immediately ran to the toilet mall.

"Well, what trolley is this? Si, Ma'am, there's nothing!" Inevitably, Irga also bought the items that Dayana desperately needed at a time like this. Even though he was still upset with the woman, because he had slandered her.

"Which one, again? Why so much of it?" ask Irga who is confused because Dayana did not tell first what brand she was wearing.

"Yes, already. This one is all," Irga immediately went to the cashier first and paid for the pads and tissue that Dayana wanted.

Irga was standing in front of a woman's WC, calling Dayana and telling her to go out and get the things she needed right now.

"Still," said Dayana and immediately took the item from Irga's hands. Irga just smiled at the behavior of the woman, reluctant to be called a boy but his behavior almost looks like a boy.

Irga walked back to where she left the trolley earlier, Dayana had finished taking care of the penetrating problem. As a result the hijab got a little wet, but fortunately not too much. Walking in search of Irga's whereabouts, Dayana looks to the last place to leave the man.

"Well, why isn't there, anyway?" ask Dayana in a soft voice. He walked down the hallways and watched the people, his eyes were fixed with people who were looking at the shelves displayed pain relief drinks during PMS.

"Well, what are you, Gil?" tanya Dayana who was beside Irga. Irga immediately looked towards the voice and stood up after picking up the item she wanted.

"Take this," said Irga, showing two bottles of Kiranti and putting them on a trolley.

"For what?"

"For me, let's have a drink. Let's not really hurt her stomach, I saw from google earlier if the girl sometimes PMS pain as well. So, buy that."

Irga walks first leaving Dayana by pushing her trolley, Dayana is still confused by what happened. Want to be moved but that makes touched still leaked, want to feel special but he is not martabak. In essence, her smile was engraved due to Irga's treatment of her.

Dayana just followed where Irga was carrying the trolley at this time, actually she was already uncomfortable with what she was wearing now. Hijab is a little wet and added to her sudden PMS, usually the mood of the woman will be very bad if it is like this. However, as much as possible detained and remain happy because he is not ready to shop for necessities.

Usually every woman who is in PMS has a variety of changes, it can be more fierce, changing attitudes, bad mood, easy to feel sad and much more. Most men also say if the woman is too much, because PMS so fierce or easily sad. They never knew what the woman was feeling.

"Never say, if you never feel!" dayana said when someone once said that he was too much because crying withstood the PMS pain he experienced. Maybe that will never be forgotten.