Lightly Longing

Titip You

Mr. Arbi sighed, his shoulder also came down to hear the doctor's words. Yes, that means he has to fast until next month.

After the examination, we decided to go home, Mr. Arbi also still has to work. The vitamins and milk from the doctor were in the back seat. Mr. Arbi would occasionally sweep my stomach.

"Still flat, Mas."

"Let's let me be wise to know that his father sacrificed for him."

"Ck! What sacrifice?" ask me with a little bit of puck.

"He sacrificed not to see her in your womb."

I put on a smile, Mr. Arbi just glared at me. Now, my hand was held in his hand, and then he kissed the back of his hand and the palm of his hand as well.

"Thank you, Ta."

"I'm the one who thanks you, Mom. You made my dream of being a mother."

We've arrived home, Mr. Arbi opened the fence and the door for me. Making sure I and Bijun were safe, he even drove up to the room.

"No room, Mom."

"Udah, just in the room."

I finally relented, he became overprotective. Mr. Arbi was sitting on the edge of the mattress, the car was deliberately left in front, he would also go to work.

"What do you eat?"

"Nothing, Mom."

"If anyone wants to eat anything, say I am, yes."

I nodded obediently, Mr. Arbi stroked my face. Hugging my body, her hands gently rubbed my back.

"Mas leaving, yeah, honey. Keep the sage all right, yeah."

"Surely."

"Don't do anything."

"Yes, Mas. It's there!" throw me out with a hand that asks for it.

Doctors actually do not require bed rest, even can move but do not overdo it and heavy. Indeed, the first trimester is the most vulnerable.

Not to mention, this is the first pregnancy. Five years, not a short time. Although it used to be with Satria, while with Pak Arbi it was still one month already fruitful.

Ah, fate is funny. I got off the bed, sat on the front porch. Looking at the house of Arini that looks so quiet and quiet. I picked up the phone on the round table beside me.

I tried to contact him, to just ask him the news. How he is now and where he is. My call continued to suffer, but there was no answer from there.

Again, I'm calling, I want to know how. Indeed, we were two cheating men. I bit the tip of the nail, occasionally staring at the screen of the phone that was still not lifted by him.

Before long, Zaki's black sedan car is seen stopping in front of his house. Apparently, Alisha just got home from school. There was a woman in a pink uniform with them. Zaki hires a nurse to take care of his son.

"Morning, Alisha," my gentle broom that was already standing near the fence. Zaki turned his head, Alisha's hand was still tight in his hand.

"Eh, Ananta," said Zaki, who is indeed a friendly man.

"You just got back from school?" I asked again, the little girl was still silent and just nodded weakly.

"Why don't you see Arini?" This time my gaze towards Zaki, asked for an answer to that. Zaki is seen interrupting the sisters to get in with Alisha.

"You just got back here?"

"Yes, Mas. Hence, I asked about Ma'am Arini, happened to be here a few days, I did not see him."

Zaki took a deep breath, his hand placed in his pants pocket. He threw his face rough for a while, clearly visible the look of his face that does not like.

"So?"

"No, I won't grant her request for divorce!"

"Now, where's Madam Arini, Mas?"

"I don't know, maybe it's the same affair. Look, sooner or later, I'm gonna sue them both for adultery."

I was silent, not knowing what to say. Now Zaki still looks emotional with Arini's attitude. He even had a waistline standing in front of me.

"You, I heard you got married again. Yea?"

"Yes, Mas. Then, excuse me, Mas. I'm going in first."

"Yes, if Arini calls you, please tell me, never meet Alisha at her school. I'm gonna shut him down from meeting the kids."

I just nodded, not wanting to interfere in both of their affairs. Let their home be their business. It has nothing to do with me.

Now, I'm focused on being wise. As soon as I got into the house, I suddenly wanted to eat a banana. A big banana in the supermarket.

I stepped up to take my wallet, walking a little bit was okay. Instead of having to ride a motorcycle, the shock also does not know how big. Not to mention if there's a hole. Wait for Mr. Arbi later, can-nisa drool first.

Walk slowly and carefully towards the supermarket. Once there, I immediately picked up the basket and walked towards the fruit section. Obviously, if you get here, it's not just one that's going to be bought.

While engrossed in looking at the fruit, Mr. Arbi made a video call. Lazy actually raised it, let alone this in such a crowded place. Will invite the visitors and be the center of attention.

"Mas, I'm at the supermarket again. Yes, yes, VC." I sent him that message. Sir. Arbi called back, still on video.

Okay, I'm finally picking up too. He looks good on the screen. He hasn't started his class yet, or maybe it's done.

"Why are you going there alone?"

"I'd like to eat a banana again, Mom."

"Yes, can you wait for me, baby."

"Relatedly, Mas. He wants it now" answered me, who still occasionally sees the fruit in front of me.

"I'm afraid you're just as wise as to why."

"Good doain, dong."

"Yes, I must be a doain."

"Whose seed?" ask a woman who is now behind Mr. Arbi. Obviously I signed her voice, it was Ms. Afifah danr mbuBu Lubis. They came to meet the screen of Mr. Arbi's phone and looked questioningly at Mr. Arbi.

"Our child candidate, Mom," replied Mr. Arbi, Ms. Afifah immediately grabbed Mr. Arbi's phone. He's taken over, that flat thing.

"Well, Miss Ananta. We finally got some good news, from you."

"Yes, Mom. Apparently, Mr. Arbi topcer also, yes," said Bu Lubis who has now poked the shoulder of Mr. Arbi. We just smile.

"Just yesterday eating, uh you know you've got this good news. We're very happy to hear it, ma'am" Ms. Afifah and Bh Lubis congratulated.

They returned Mr. Arbi's phone after saying that. Mr. Arbi was seen smiling while scratching his head.

"Why? You're clumsy, Mas?" tanyaku who does look awkward on the look of his face. I took two mangoes.

"Darling, holding you there again, I'll drop you."

"Titip what?"

"Our tip is to be taken care of well as the Mbaknya," he said which made the female employee who was next to me review the smile.

"You're what the hell, Mas."