Late Wedding?

Hope You're All Right, Honey!

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"Racid?"

I immediately turned to Reynand with both eyes staring at him flatly, sighed for a moment and shook my head as a sign of Reynand's question. Then focus on my sketchbook.

"Not yet, Mom," I said later.

"But this is already malem, which, hopefully dong overtime," whined Reynand.

Once again I turned towards Reynand with a flat look. It seems like Reynand's mood has started, if I don't comply, it's clear Reynand will be angry. So, since I still want to be safe, I'd better take it. A little unwillingly, I then put down my pencil and closed my sketchbook, turned off the lights and walked over to Reynand.

"You, tuh, now pregnant, mbokyo do not ngoyo-ngoyo why the hell, which? Not tired, are you?"

"No. Not really yet, Mas. Yeah, yuk, we'll watch tv first."

"Aren't you going to sleep?" bargain Reynand, who I answered with a headband.

"Are you sleepy?"

Reynand shook her head and grabbed my shoulder. "Oh yeah, we're watching tv."

"What do you want?" tanyanya.

"What's the fridge?"

"No idea, budar. I check first, you sit down first! I haven't bought stock for your snacks because, maybe there's fruit anyway."

Reynand told me to sit down. I nodded, then sat down on the sofa, while Reynand walked towards the kitchen. I then turned on the television, looking around for a television channel that suited me. Shortly after, Reynand came up with some fruits.

"This is it, how? Want me to go outside?" fresh Reynand.

I'm shaking. "No, that's it."

Reynand nodded, then immediately took a position sitting cross-legged on the carpet, facing the trash can to put the former fruit skin.

"Here, I'm the one who peeled," I said intending to pick up the apple and the knife Reynand was holding.

"Don't! Peeling this tuh, heavy, you will not be strong. Let me just."

"What the hell, not clear!"

I hit Reynand's back on the head with a sofa pillow and laughed. Reynand laughed afterwards, wiping his back.

"Let Dilan be that, that."

"Dih, it's old too, want a cock-ass like Dilan. Ngaca dong, sir! The glass in the house has broken what, huh? Broke up because most of it was, yes, first," my ledek while being broken.

Reynand pouting. "Dih, very evil, same husband himself as well. Forget it, yeah, if it wasn't for me, you, um, wouldn't be pregnant." He then thrust a piece of apple into my mouth, without me refusing I immediately chewed it. "Yes, it's broken, but not because I'm the most displeased, but because my wife is mostly disfigured, so it's broken."

I hit Reynand in the head. "Have a son! What was I so bad about?"

"Pretty dong, if not beautiful, where might I want to be with you."

Reynand laughed in satisfaction while playing both of her eyebrows up and down. Back thrusting the apple into my mouth, I kind of didn't go back to punch him in the head.

"Your nyebelin!" I said annoyed, in my mouth.

"But ngangenin. I'm sure you're fascinated by me, because of that."

"Damn, ngayal!"

"What do I think."

"Yes, yes, it's up to you."

"Let's have a four-monthly event, where do you want it?" reynand suddenly changed the subject while looking at me.

"It's still a long time, ah, think about it later" I said as I reached for the piece of apple that Reynand had cut.

"Here, huh? At Mother's house?" reynand Pinta.

"As far as you are. There is no problem here, in Semarang it is also not a problem. What matters is that, right?"

Reynand nodded in agreement, then stood up and kissed my cheek and thanked me.

"These brutes go straight to sleep, huh?" reynand asked while thrusting the apple into me.

"Later, not sleepy."

"Udah malem, it's also not a good show. Mending to sleep."

"You if you're sleepy, go to sleep first. I'm not so fucking about it."

"If I stay asleep, you'll work again. No, ah!" Reynand shook her head in disapproval while putting the apple piece in her mouth, then chewed it slowly.

"But, possessive," my lips chuckled.

"All this I'm doing for you, baby. I'm even being said to be possessive."

"Yes, yes, it's up to you. But I'm not sleepy, Mom."

"The hell, it's even though it's malem, yang."

"Malem what? It's still this afternoon."

"Four ten past fifteen minutes, you say afternoon? Joking you?"

I grimaced. "I mean, not very shy yet, Mas. Gini aja, if you are already sleepy just yet, I promise will not work anymore. Nyemil while watching tv doang," I said convincingly while giving my thumbs up.

"Not believe me!"

"Wives don't believe it?"

"Yes, yes, I believe. Just a promise, yes, if you sleep right away. Don't work late?"

"Yes, promise, my dear!" I then stood up and helped Reynand stand up, and took her to the room. "A good-natured boy, yes, my dear. I'm gonna go watch tv first."

Reynand nodded and went into the room, while I went back to the living room to continue watching me.

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I was agitated in front of the bathroom. My feelings suddenly went out of my way, after finding a blood patch on my panties. I was obviously panicking, but I was also at a loss as to what to do. So, all I could do since then was walk back and forth in front of the bathroom. Seriously, I'm confused as to how this is. Not being able to think well enough, I then decided to go downstairs carefully and look for the whereabouts of Sister Husna. I think I need advice and advice from him.

"Where is Husna going?"

"Toilet. Why, Ma'am?" ask Jihan.

"There's a need, I need to ask you something."

"Well, just got in, ma'am. You want to poop, he said. How, Ma'am, do I need to call to speed up? It's really urgent?"

I grimaced, then shook my head.

"It's important, actually, just not papa. Wait for the Husna Mbak kelar aja, if you have been told to go straight up, yes!"

"Okay, Ma'am." Jihan is understanding, "is there again, Ma'am?"

I'm shaking. "No. That's aja. Yeah, I'm up, yeah."

"Yes, Mother. It will be delivered to his Mother Husna."

I nodded, then immediately went upstairs. Duh, my feelings are getting worse. Moreover, in the female area I began to feel a little uncomfortable. I also started to feel pain in my pelvic bones. Astagfirullah, is this natural?

"Son, you're okay, right? Don't scare Mother dong," I whispered as I stroked my stomach.

"Sir Qilla," called Sister Husna, "Mak Husna call me?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I'd like to ask."

Sister Husna then walked up to me, then sat down beside me. "What do you want to ask, Mother? Jihan's word is important."

"Yes, Mother. Look, Ma'am, I was just abis flek. That's natural, isn't it?"

"Duh, I don't understand either, Ma'am. You see, he said the heck someone said it was natural, Ma'am, only sometimes there is because there is a problem sam fetus. To be sure, my advice is to go directly to the doctor. What is Qilla Rasain? There's no complaint?"

I straightened my body, then stroked my stomach spontaneously. "It's not comfortable, Ma'am, it feels. I also felt a bit of pain in my spine. I'm confused, Ma'am, how must. I'm afraid that's what it is, too."

Sister Husna then approached towards me, and rubbed my shoulders. "Calm down, Miss Qilla, don't panic. Mending now call Mas Rey first."

I shook my head in disagreement with Husna's idea. Reynand is on the move right now, not a good choice if you call Reynand and tell him about this. That's definitely a bad idea.

"Why, Mommy?"

"Rey again lebay-lebaynya, Ma'am, if I call him, he must be immediately excited. No, ah."

"But, Ma'am, Mas Rey needs to know. Fear later, this is amit-amit, yes, Ma'am. Moga is not the case, only if there is anything how? So mending Mbak Qilla telfon Mas Rey first. I'm making a little tea, Ma'am."

Husna stood up and walked towards the kitchen, making tea for me. When he was ready, he sat down next to me again, giving his homemade test.

"Drink first, Ma'am! Just a little papa."

"Yes, Ma'am, thank you."

I then sipped a little Ma'am Husna's tea, then put the cup on the table.

"Now call Mas Rey, Ma'am!"

"But, Ma'am, I'm afraid," my great-grandchild shakes uncertainly, "I'm afraid Rey will be worried."

Sister Husna rubbed my shoulder once again. "Mas Rey will be more worried and may also be angry if Mbak Qilla does not tell Mas Rey. So, my advice, mending Mas Qilla telfon Mas Rey."

I shut up, thought for a moment. What Husna said was true, if I hadn't told Reynand, he would have been angry. But if he tells you, he must be worried.

"Telfon me, ma'am, no papa. Do I need telfonin?" haggard Sister Husna, who I answered with a firm head.

If you call Mother Husna, Reynand must be more worried, he will certainly think that is not-no.

"Don't, Ma! Later if Husna's sister who calls, Rey must be more worried."

"Yes, Ms. Qilla called herself."

Sister Husna then thrust my phone that was lying on the table. Put it on my palm.

"No papa, ma'am, it's just ngabarin."

I took a deep breath, then slowly breathed it out. Tinkering with my phone, looking for Reynand's phone number. After I met him, I contacted him. It took me a while, Reynand finally answered my phone.

"Yes, hello, baby. Assalamualaikum, what's wrong? What's the cravings?" welcome Reynand, as soon as our connection is connected.

"Wa'allaikumussalam, Mas. Are you busy?"

Reynand did not answer me immediately, seemingly chatting with someone. I waited for a moment, until Reynand finally made a sound.

"Yes, why, who, sorry, was talking to Pras. What did you ask?"

"Are you busy?" ask me to repeat my question earlier

"Say if you want something, do not hesitate, baby, like anyone. Waiting for me not to be busy is hard. So, what's up?"

I didn't answer right away, glancing at Sister Husna for a moment. When I found the nod of the head from Mba Husna, only then did I return to sound.

"Can you come here?"

"Can dong, what the hell does not make my dear wife. So, what's it gonna bring?"

"No need to bring anything, you just come here."

"Relatedly? Don't want to bring something? Snack, maybe?"

"No, you come straight here. I'm waiting for."

"Yes, I'm sorting out, yeah."

"Yes, I'll wait."

I put my phone back on the table.

"No papa, Ma'am, God's insha all will be fine."

Sister Husna rubbed my shoulder again, to calm me down.

"Yes, thank you, Ma'am."

"What to, thank you all, like anyone to. Udah, this tea is drunk again while waiting for Mas Rey."

I nodded, while receiving the cup that Mother Husna gave me. Then take it slowly.

"Positive thinking, Ma'am, that's fine. Just as much as praying" said Sister Husna later.

I smiled and nodded, saying yes. O God, give me health and safety and my baby. Aamiins.

**Tbc,

dudududu, is there anyone reading this gaje story? is anyone getting bored? klo there, means we are the same 😝😝 aseli, I began to meet Mbak Qilla with Mas Rey mulu. Mana Mas Rey pretentious so, kebnyakan pen style so husband standby and a good father candidate.kan I sprained, do not have a macem Mas Rey 😭😭😭

fufu, why am I even venting anyway? okay-okay, let's just groove, okay?

kira2 Mbak Qillanya why, huh? can anyone guess? duh, I kasian as well as curious.may-may be healthy-healthy, yes, prospective baby grandpa Mbak Qilla same Mas Rey. Aamiin please pray yes, gains 😢 kasian I tuh

See you next part 🤗😍😘

ohya, klo if what I write is not appropriate can be helped corrections yes, anyway have asked google either how many times already, just tkutu, what I wrote is not appropriate. or maybe Google is wrong, okay? awaited for correction 😘😘😘😘😘