Late Wedding?

Pov Reynand's

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"What do you want to eat?"

I glanced at Aqilla at a glance, grabbed her hand then squeezed it slowly. We are currently on our way home. Since then, he had been silent a lot, no longer crying, indeed, but it scared me.

Aqilla only shook her head as a sign of reply.

"But you haven't had lunch yet."

"We haven't had lunch yet, Mas, if you forget," Aqilla replied with a face.

I let out a short sigh, then nodded, confirming his words.

"Yes, we haven't had lunch yet. That's why I bidarin you, what do you want to eat this time?"

Aqilla. "Whatever. I haven't laper."

"You also need to eat baby, don't be like this. I know it's heavy, but, plis, don't do it!"

With both eyes reddened, Aqilla turned her face out the window and said, "I want to go home."

I sighed again and nodded. At least I have to take care of his feelings, however, he is physically and psychically ill.

"If you want something, say, yes," I said as I stroked Aqilla's shoulder.

Aqilla made no sound, and only nodded as a sign of reply. I sighed again and tried to focus on driving, at the very least, I had to understand Aqilla's feeling of being devastated at the moment. To be honest, the one who was hit was not just Aqilla, I was just as devastated. It's just that, since I'm a man and the head of the household, I shouldn't show too much of my sadness. I must be strong and strong, even though it feels, I am the same, like wanting to cry because I have failed to be a good husband or a good father. But then again, I must be strong and be able to strengthen Aqilla.

As soon as we reached our apartment, Aqilla immediately rushed into the room. I didn't dare to go in, for fear of doing wrong, which might make her mood worse. I then chose to sit on the sofa while removing my phone from my pants pocket, looking for Mother's contact and directly contact her.

"Yes, assalamualaikum! What's up, Rey?" greet Mother, as soon as the phone connection is connected.

My heart felt like it was squeezed this second as well, hearing the tone of Mother's voice that was so enthusiastic and happy. Ever since I learned that Aqilla is also pregnant, Mother's feelings are very good. In fact, his blood sugar was always stable, never to overdo it again. Heavy, it feels like having to share this unpleasant news. Oh, my God, how should I do?

"Son! You still there? Phone not talking? If you want to talk, yes, by the way, don't just shut up!"

My eyes suddenly felt hot. I want to cry.

"Bun," called me in a slightly quivering tone of voice, as it held back the crying.

"You why? Don't scare the mother, Rey? What's up, say the same Mother. Your wife is fine, right?"

"Mother can't come to our apartment? I need Mother's help."

"Yes, wait a minute! Mommy's waiting for your dad first, huh?"

I'm nodding. "Yes, Bun, Rey wait. Yeah, Bun, that's it. Assalamualaikum!"

"Yes, Wa'allaikumussalam!"

Tut Tut Tut

I then put my phone on the table, then scooped my face in frustration. Glanced at the room for a while then leaned my back against the body of the sofa. I need to clear my brain for a moment.

Just as I closed my eyes, my phone suddenly rang, making me a little jolted in shock and got up from my backrest and grabbed my phone lying on the table. Pras name on the phone screen.

"Yes, Pras. How's it? Any trouble?" I asked while kneading my temple which felt pulsating.

"No, Mom, just wanted the name. Here we go to the location, I set out on my own first what do we wait for Mas Rey to continue to leave together, Mas? Sorry, Mom, ask to make sure. I'm afraid I'll wait for Mas Rey, uh, Mas Rey to leave first. It's not good, Mom."

Well, I forgot. This afternoon it should be me and my team have to go to the location to see the land of our client who wants to renovate the house.

"Wow, forget me, Pras. Sorry, this is you again just like Mayang?"

"Oh, Ma'am Mayang. There's this, Mom, you wanna talk?"

"Yes, please give your cape to him. Let me talk to him."

"Hallo, Mas, it's me Mayang. Why?"

Mayang is not actually a child of Jakarta, but we used to have an office when we both worked in Jakarta, because he was my junior, we are quite familiar so prefer to use lo-gue language because we are used to it.

"Sorry, nih, May, later to the location of our client later, you can temenin Pras first? I'm not going back to the office either."

"Well, why, Mom? Qilla's mom is okay but, right?"

"Yes, there he is, he again. This is now she needs me so much, May. Please help him out first, yeah."

"Yes, Mom, relax. Later if there's anything with Mbak Qilla news, yes."

"Yes, I'll tell you later."

"Yes, Mas. Baek-baek, yeah. Anything else?"

"Ohya, later if you have finished meeting his client, the Pras immediately asked to make his report, yes, I wait until the mallem."

"Whether, not tomorrow, Mas? This must be a real malem."

"Yes, because his client is me. Let the process be sparse too, May."

"Yes, okay, Mom. We're mah, top manut."

"Yes, I paid you guys."

"Yes, yes, ready, boss!"

"Well, I'll close, okay?"

"Yes, Mas, healthy for his little family, yeah. My prayers are always with you, Mom!"

"Yes, thanks, yeah!"

I immediately closed the phone and put my phone back on the table. I again intended to lean my back on the sofa, but I had to recline because I heard the bell ringing. I stood up and opened the door.

"Where's qilla?" ask Mommy, when I open the door.

Mother happened to come with Dad. I then allowed the two to enter and then replied, "There's in the room."

"What is it about? How come you have to come here?"

"Sit down, Dad, I'll explain. What do you want to drink?" I offered to Daddy and Mommy.

"Just who you are, Rey. Just tell me, later if we're thirsty we can take it ourselves. So, what's up?"

I sighed then sat on the single sofa, while Father and Mother sat on the long sofa.

"Aqilla has a Blighted ovum."

"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un! How is Qilla doing now?"

I scooped my face. "Shock anyway, Bun, that's obvious. It was fitting still in the check room still had time to cry, but right we go home, just diem aja, Bun. I got scared. He hasn't had lunch either, just so I said he's not hungry."

I nodded, then got up, and led Mother to our room.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

Even though the door to our room was open, I still shaped it. So that Aqilla is not surprised by my presence and also Mother.

"Honey, this is Mother. Can we come in?" tanyaku carefully.

As much as possible Aqilla forced her smile, and nodded. After Mother entered, I went out and accompanied Father.

"Where's your wife?"

"Still like that, Dad."

I sighed while leaning my back against the body of the sofa.

"Have you told me?"

I'm shaking. "Not yet."

"Kabari first, they also have the right to know the condition of Qilla," said Dad advising.

I nodded in agreement, then grabbed my phone lying on the table. However, doubt was suddenly present. Who do I have to call? It would not be hearty if you had to tell this news to Mom directly via phone.

"Kok even daydream, let's hunt on the phone!"

Dad made a sound again, breaking my daydream for a moment. I then turned to look at Father with a worried look.

"Rey confused who's calling? Want to call Dad or Mom directly, it doesn't feel good, Dad."

"Telfon Iparmu then, let your IPar be delivered later," suggested Father, who I immediately nodded in agreement.

I then immediately searched for Mas Adi's mobile number, after meeting, I immediately contacted him. It does not take long, the connection is directly connected.

"Yes, hello, assalamualaikum! Why, Rey? Tumben nelfon."

I rubbed the back of my head misbehaved, confused to explain it as well.

"Rey? It's still there, right?"

"Eh. still, Mas. How's the family, how healthy, right, Mas?"

I chose to make small talk for a while, not daring to speak directly. It also feels impolite, if I immediately tell this unpleasant news, without making small talk for a while.

"Healthy, Rey, thank God. Ponakan you already want to learn slanting, nih. How are you doing, my son? Healthy right?"

"That's it, Mas, I'm on the phone to give you less bad news."

"How bad, Rey? Qilla's just as good as me, right?"

"Qilla, insha Allah is fine, Mas. But Mas Adi's ponakan..."

"Why?"

"Ponakan Mas Adi does not exist, Mas. Sorry."

"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji. That mean, Qilla miscarried?"

"Blighted ovum, Mom. Mas Adi can help you talk to Father Sam Mommy? I can't bear it, Mas, to tell him directly."

"Yes, yes, I can, I can. Later the problem Mother same Father let me who tell slowly to them. So, how is this Qillanya now?"

"Qilla shock really, Mas, many diem fitting home from the Hospital, now again won Mother."

"Keep the one you want to take what?"

"Not yet to know, my. Still want to be negotiated later after the same father Mother here. But, the doctor tells me to curete, because he's afraid that if let go the process itself long, Rey is also a bit afraid there is a risk."

"Yes, if so, I went straight home to my father, telling him this news continues there. If there's anything, just tell me."

"Yes, definitely. Thanks, Mom."

"Yes, relax. Just like who. I'm closing, aren't I?"

"Yes, assalamualaikum."

"Wa'allaikumussalam."

Tut Tut Tut

"Where?" ask Dad.

"Yes, you'll be here with Mom."

Dad nodded. "Yes, later we think together for a way out. Hope everything's okay, you're strong, Rey. I know it's hard, but remember you're a man, a husband, and a head of the household. After hitting you right now, you still have to be able to strengthen your wife, do not show your sadness." Then he patted me on the shoulder, meant to strengthen me.

However, not strong or strong. I just feel weak. My eyes suddenly warmed up, I wanted to cry this very second.

"Doain, Rey, Dad. Hopefully Rey can be strong, so she can strengthen Qilla."

"Yes, already. Don't cry, boys are crying. Shame on the cat," joked Dad while patting me on the shoulder once more.

I chuckled then nodded, asserting.

"Sana, mending you to the room, ask your wife what you want to eat, we continue to delevery order," asked Dad while patting my thighs, "Dad was this laper, the plan was to go home and eat, but even invited your mother here. There!"

I then nodded, then stood up and got up from the sofa, walking towards the room.

When I got to the door, I stopped my footsteps reflexively. My heart feels stabbed. Seeing Aqilla crying in the arms of Mother really looks heartbreaking. I couldn't see it, it was really painful.

Please strengthen me, Lord!!!

**Tbc,

yuhuuuu, I'm kumbek, there is still waiting for the absurd story of my increasingly greedy make this 😝

dududu, quiet yes, ordinary macem.

wakss, but gk papa, I sincerely. wong is used, usually also quiet. understandably, the groove gk seseru next door, so on the malls it deh want to comment. gk papa anyway, the groove gk, I understand, understand kok. just read it too, yes, thank God aja. lah. than no one read. ya accept ae lah, yes.

okay, okay, I've started to digress the distance like. just finish the time, yes, than the more ngaco 😂

uh, uh, I want to tell you a long story, a single story giving facts, so smlm there are those who comment and think my klo it's a paramedic scene to the gynecologist kmrin. So look, look, I am not a paramedic, yes, not a doctor, a nurse, what else a midwife.I am just a tailor.yes, a hobbyist village tailor and his demen ngayal that.how the story I can be a paramedic, how can I be a, lha my wong is just a graduate smp. disgrace this is actually, just yes, how, yes, I am just that graduate. embarrassed??? obviously, the real you. only gk papa, even though I am just a graduate smp, I want to learn about the authorship kok. yes, although again can only ngandelin mas gugle yes. just gk papa. thank you aja. the important thing is there is still a chance to keep learning. will learn from anywhere aja 😆😝😝😝😜#ngeles. anyways for yesterday's situation I just ngira2 aja, anyway, gtu, trs for some explanation I ngandelin google. yes, all of it copas gtu for explanation Blighted ovum. well, although I sempet nyari2 info first anyway it, anyway, in between jhit likes to sneak read2 articles about Blighted ovum, although the brain is not how often I get dizzy yes, just keep me reading until quite blenger 😆😝😝

already anyway, yes, bribe-cuap unfaedanya. because it is not necessarily read also that lohh😆😝

see you next part, don't read it, yes 🤗😍😘😚😗😙**

(mon maap, A/N stands for. To meet the target number of words. 😆😝🙏🙏🙏🙏)