Lightly Longing

Bijun (Junior Barbie)

Closing the bathroom door, I held the urine in a clear and small container. Tear the tool that Mr. Arbi bought earlier. Putting in two testpacks, I bit my lower lip waiting for a few minutes.

Actually still not sure, because it is too soon to do this examination. But, given the regular menstrual history, it made me suspicious.

I paced back and forth while biting the tip of the nail. Curious, worried too. Afraid that Mr. Arbi is disappointed. I've done pregnancy tests a few times, but only this time it's been a blow to me.

Three minutes, yes just a short time it can already see the results. I closed my eyes when I lifted the little thing.

One red line had already appeared clearly, either one more. I'm still scared, afraid of disappointment. The knock on the bathroom door accompanied by Mr. Arbi's voice shocked me.

"Ta, how? How long? You're, all right, right?"

"Emmh, my mother." said I who opened the door slowly. I haven't seen the results myself. I brought two small things. Let Mr. Arbi see it. Mr. Arbi hugged me while rubbing my back gently.

"Ta," he said, apparently hanging up his sentence. My shoulders are weakened, I know the result. So, from then on I did not dare to expect much about it.

"Already, Mas. We're too early for that. It's only been a month, right?" my words are now tightening a hug on the waist of Mr. Arbi.

"Ta, you're pregnant" said Mr. Arbi who let go of my arms. He showed me the results, to me. I looked down at the line of two drawn there. I shut my mouth in disbelief, crying. The thing I've been dreaming about, it finally happened.

"Mas, I didn't dream?" many ensure. Mr. Arbi took a sip of my lips, I felt that. That's right, it's not a dream.

Mr. Arbi hugged my body again, he kissed my shoulder. I drowned my face on his broad shoulders.

I am very happy and of course touched. I was crying, so happy that there was life in my womb.

"Mas, I really can't believe this. I'm really pregnant, am I?"

"Yes, Honey. You are pregnant" said Mr. Arbi, who has now cupped my face. He kissed me for a long time.

"Tomorrow, we check the contents, yes."

"Yes, Mum."

We went back to the room, Mr. Arbi led me. He did not let go of his hand that had hugged my shoulder. He laid my body down very carefully.

Then he slept next to me, his hand gently rubbing my still flat stomach. Then he looked at me with a smile that could not be separated from him.

"I'm lucky to have you, Ta. Take care of the sage, yes."

"Greese?"

"Yes, Junior Arbi."

"Yes if you are, Mas. If it was me, how?"

"Yes, I made it."

"I'm also in the game, Mom."

Mr. Arbi asked me to turn his back on him, then he put his hand on my stomach from behind.

"Anyway, Sage."

"The pewter is still cool, Mas. Ala-ala Korean artist. A sage is a matter of people, a vermicelli."

"Ck! Anyway, Sage!"

"As far as you are, you."

***

Morning greet, I am obviously lazy to get up. Sleepy Eve always adorns your day since last week. Sir. Arbi is fresh with jeans and a white t-shirt.

He approached me who was still with a pillow face, hair was also disheveled. He sat down by leaning on the head of the bed.

I moved my head to his lap, my face facing towards his waist. Mr. Arbi rubbed my back.

"Wake, Honey. We're going to the obstetrician."

"You don't work, Mom?"

"I was given permission to enter at the third hour. Intentionally want to help you."

Mr. Arbi asked permission to go home first, he wanted to take some materials to teach.

"You wait here first, yeah. It won't be long."

"Yes, Mas. What do you want for breakfast?"

"No, let's buy it later."

Mr. Arbi was driving his car, I was busy sweeping the house. Yes, just for a non-heavy job. I'm also afraid, if the condition of my fetus later why-why.

Half an hour passed, Mr. Arbi had returned with his usual bag to teach his. I got out of the house, locked the door and the fence.

The security guard who used to walk around, passing in front of the house. This man is always friendly, whether accompanied by kepo.

"Mom Ananta?"

"Yes, sir."

"Where are you going? Early in the morning it was nice" he said again.

"You go to the gynecologist" replied Mr. Arbi with a smile.

"Mrs Ananta is pregnant?" her glaring question looked towards my stomach.

"Not yet to know, sir. It's still to be ascertained."

"I'm happy, it turns out the mother's husband is steady, yes." I put my eyebrows together to hear his words which were immediately greeted with a small ruckus from Mr. Arbi.

"Once the cus immediately so," he continued again who managed to make Mr. Arbi laugh out loud. I hit her shoulder slowly.

"Mas, it's ah."

"Then, we'll excuse you, sir." The security guard invited us to leave, before I took the time to look at Arini's house before getting into the car. I was still standing in the doorway, my energy had not yet switched from that mansion.

"Bu Arini has been invisible for several weeks, Mom," said Mr. Satpam when he understood my view.

"Oh, huh?" I did break communication all this time, I was in the boarding school hard to get a signal. He never called me. So was I who was busy, with a new status.

"Come, sweetie."

"Ah, yes Mas. Sir, we're leaving first, yes. Titip house," said I who now enter next to Mr. Arbi.

Mr. Arbi was busy driving, occasionally looking at me. My mind is now drifting into the charcoal of Arini's fate. Last time I saw you, during a trial. I don't know where he is now.

"Honey, we'll eat first, yeah."

"I don't want to eat anymore, Mom."

"Honey, sage needs food from you, loh."

I closed my eyes for a moment, then exhaled slowly. We're already on the city road. I don't know where the obstetrician said Mr. Arbi was.

"It's still a long way, Mommy?"

"No, why?"

"I'm sick" said I, who had placed the back of my hand in front of my lips.

"Do you want me to take the car?"

I nodded, slowly opening the car door and squatting around the shoulder of the road. While holding my stomach, I vomited there.

Mr. Arbi rubbed my back, massaging around the neck. I just kept getting out my stomach which was empty.

Long enough I crouched there, my body was already weak. Mr. Arbi swiftly caught my shoulder that began to drift. The head feels dizzy and twitching. My view is fireflies, Mr. Arbi has asked to bring himself into the car.

"Eat first, baby."

I just nodded weakly, according to what Mr. Arbi thought was best. I don't think he could have hurt us both.