Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 39
"Mas, he's not Mas, is he?"
The hero tries to unravel the knot of Naina's hand that locks her body.
"Why think like that, Nai?" asked the girl with a surprised face. During this time Naina was always positive, never a little bad to think about her.
Both hands framed the beautiful face of his wife, Wira forced a smile. Trouble neutralizing his feelings, eliminating his nervousness and eliminating his panic.
"Nai who knows best, it's Mas or not." The hero chooses not to answer rather than to lie. Instead, the man with the towel wrapped around his waist asked Naina to answer herself.
"Maas ...."
"Mmmm ... What's up, Nai?"
"Nai, seriously Mas." Gaze upon, expectant gazes preparing for an answer. Naina stared fixedly at the bare chest that held her for five years.
The hero smiled flatly. " Nai certainly already has his own answer without having to wait for an answer from Mas." Hero speaking.
"Yes, but Nai wanted to hear directly from Mas's lips." Naina says spoiled.
"Yes, that's Mas. Stevi's husband is Mas." The hero said it seriously.
Naina scatters, hugging her husband tightly. Immersed his face, enjoying the chest of the Hero field.
"Mas, don't joke anymore." Naina said with a frown.
This time Wira laughed out loud. Even as she conveyed the true facts, Naina refused to believe it.
"What else? Want to hear what you say?" The hero throws a tanya.
Naina shakes. "Nai loves you, Mas." With a tiptoe, a glimpse of the lips of Wira.
"Mas too. Never doubt Mas's love for you, Nai. Whatever happens ahead, Nai must know. That love and loyalty to Naina is the truth."
Naina nodded.
"Mas doesn't know what God wrote our destiny like. A year to come, ten years to come, fifty years to come. Whatever happens, Mas is happy enough that Nai will remember Mas's love and loyalty only for Nai. Mas did not ask for more, just remember that in one corner of this world there is Pratama Wirayudha who still breathes to love Naina Pelangie." The hero takes out his heart.
The man smiled, but deep down in his heart was crying.
"I'm sorry, if one day I have to hurt you, Nai. As much as possible Mas will try so that the pain does not come to you, but it is impossible. Sooner or later you'll open the veil of truth yourself." Wira.b*tin.
The kiss in the crown was given by Wira with a feeling. Right now it feels like hugging Naina tightly, not wanting to let go in the slightest. Naina's first love, Wira hopes to be her last love too.
"Mas can't lie to you, Nai. As much as possible I will answer your every question honestly. They will never deceive you or evade you. All this time I never lied to you. It's just that Mas isn't open to one fact that might hurt you. Still waiting for you to ask, even though it will make you cry. I don't avoid it when that time comes. Just like this time, Mas answered you honestly."
***
Two weeks passed, there was no more discussion of Stevi between the two. Naina is busy with her boutique, Wira is busy with her office work.
Nearly two weeks later, Wira did not visit her daughter, Nola. The last encounter was accidentally a few minutes by the side of the road as Wira stalked Stevi and Dennis.
That morning, as usual. Naina was busy preparing breakfast for her husband before leaving for the office.
Hero, the handsome man looks ready. Down the wooden-lined stairs, rushing towards the dining room.
"Mas, are you ready?" ask Naina. With the help of Mbok Sumi, the hostess prepared a special fried rice.
"Yes, I have a meeting early in the morning. I'm going to go to Mom's house."
"Nai want to come?" tawar.
Naina seemed to think, considering her work at the boutique if it could be left for a while.
"It looks like Nai can't, Mas. There's one sick boutique employee, Nai thinks he's taking her to the hospital."
"Who?"
"Fitr. He doesn't know her. Looks like there's a problem with the content. Poor Mas, she herself in Jakarta without the company of her husband. So Nai thought he'd take her to our regular obstetrician, Mas." Naina.
"Yes, Mum." Naina nodded.
"Mas would rather go alone with Nai," whispered Wira blinking her eyes.
Naina nodded. The woman's hand deftly filled the fried rice onto an empty plate and thrust at the Hero. Do not forget to make warm tea as a breakfast friend.
"Oh yeah, Nai forgot to tell a story. Two weeks ago, Nai went to where she had met Nola, Stevi's son. Take the nanny, Mas."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes. Nola seems to be very familiar with papa and mama."
"Yes, sometimes the boy used to play to my mom's place. The house is not too far away either." The hero answered with ease.
"Nai felt guilty. There have always been problems with Nai. Our son should have grown up if Nai hadn't miscarried."
The guilt was even more so considering how the eyes of his two parents-in-law were so full of desire. It was clear as the two stared at Nola.
"Mas already said, no need to think about it. Mom and Dad are like that too. Since the beginning of marriage, my mother has never protested with your past, nor has the problem of children. It's all the ways of God, not us that determine." The hero clutched his wife's hand, trying to strengthen.
***
That afternoon, the weather in Jakarta was very hot. Naina was seen accompanying her employees in line to wait for the drugs and vitamins prescribed by the doctor.
Just now his day was riveting when he saw a speck of fetus on a black screen when Fitri did a ultrasound to see the condition of the womb that is almost entering the second trimester.
"Don't forget to take the vitamins, Fit." Naina.
Both are still glued to a small paper featuring baby Fitri.
"Thank you, Mom. I'm taking Fitri to the doctor. All this time Fitri only checked in midwives near the contract." The girl's eyes were glazed. Judging from his appearance, his age is not much different from Naina.
"Later if your husband goes to town, just let him know. I'll bring you here again."
Fitri was wide-eyed, staring at Naina in disbelief.
"Your husband must be just as happy. Want to see your baby." Naina explains.
Haru mixed with gratitude it was clearly visible on the face of ayu Fitri. The mature brown-skinned girl in the simple dress rubbed her glassy eyelids gently.
The atmosphere of the hospital, that afternoon looked crowded. In their seats that are not far from the poly children are also filled with patients who want to seek treatment or immunization.
Naina looked around. Look at small children who are playing in a special playground, which is deliberately provided by the hospital for children waiting their turn to be called.
Gaze at a glance, enjoying the cuteness of the toddlers. Some were crying, some were laughing some were busy with toys. The gift of God that has not yet greeted him.
Naina's daydream is piqued when she hears a nurse calling out the patient's name which sounds very familiar to her ears.
"Children of Nola Pelangie Wirayudha ...."
Sontak Naina turned to the owner of the voice. The nurse in white stood in front of the doctor's office. Naina's heart skipped a beat as the name reverberated a second time. Along with two familiar figures he knew walked over.
"The son of Nola Pelangie Wirayudha ..." repeated the nurse.
The nurse's smile grew, allowing Nola, who was led by her caregiver, to enter the doctor's room.
"Nola ... Agenda ... Wirayuddho." Naina repeated.
Those last two words made his body tremble violently. He never asked for Nola's full name. There is her last name tucked behind Nola's name and her husband's surname completes.
"Rubay ... Wirayudha," said Naina flatly.
***
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