Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 44
“Mas ...”
The soft sound of the dabbling broke the concentration of the Hero. The man who focused on the pile of paper on the table, occasionally staring at the laptop screen, immediately stopped all his busyness. A smile expands, etched on a beautiful face, Wira suddenly stood up and made a welcome to the mistress.
“Nai.” Enthusiastically thrusting his right hand to his spoiled wife as usual.
“Nai late, Darling.” The hero held Naina for a moment, tightening her.
“Yes, Mas. Nai hunting soto banjar your favorite.” The woman reasoned, showing a bag of food held up in her right hand.
“Oh yes, Mas already can't wait to devour it.” The hero pulls his wife in, waiting for Naina to prepare lunch for him.
Naina slowly placed the bag containing the mica box onto the table, presenting it in a steaming heat.
“Mas, Nai not cooking today.”
“No problem, Nai.” The hero shuts down the laptop and tidies up the pile of files while removing it on the edge of the table. Make room for his wife to prepare her favorite lunch.
“Eat now, Mas. If it's cold, it's not good anymore.” Naina puts it in front of Wira, while thrusting a plastic spoon.
“Nai, you don't eat?” ask the hero, frowning.
“No, Mas. Still full,” reject Naina, shake her head.
Pausing to notice Naina at close range, Wira felt like something was different from his wife. Naina's pretty face looked thin, with cheekbones slightly more prominent than usual. The red hue on both of Naina's cheeks disappeared, changing into a pale face as white as cotton.
“Nai, are you okay?” This question was thrown out as the first reaction when he found the appearance of his wife is unusual. With her free left hand, Wira cupped to Naina's cheek while smiling.
“Ya, Mas.”
“Nai kurusan,” comments Wira. Stirring up the soto soup that still reflects smoke in front of him.
“Yes, Nai's appetite has decreased these few days. Less feeling good,” continued Naina slowly.
“We go to the doctor?” Back the Hero offers, hurriedly answered with a bundle full of certainty. Naina refuses.
“Mas bribe? Nai sat here, near Mas,” proposed Wira, grabbing Naina's hand to be ready to approach.
“No Mas. That soto scent makes my stomach a little nauseous.” Naina refuses.
Hero, that man was of course astonished. Naina's response was a little different from usual. His spoiled wife, suddenly a little stiff and kept her distance.
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Two weeks went by, fourteen days went by so quickly without notice. Time is not just spinning, it is like running. However, it was not felt by Naina. Pratama Wirayudha's wife passed the day in dismay, waiting for the hospital to contact her to find out the results of the hair samples Nola and Wira submitted for DNA testing.
That morning just like the usual mornings, Naina woke up with a state of concern. The nausea is getting worse and uncompromising. His body was getting shrunken, shrinking due to lack of intake. There are many more things that disturb the digestive tract, making Naina not warty.
Running to the bathroom during the dawn of a beautiful morning, Naina always looks unhealthy every morning. Draining all the stomach contents, Naina's nausea and vomiting increasingly become. Bending down in front of the sink with breaths up and down, Naina was startled as she felt a sudden gentle swipe at her back.
Nai, we're going to the doctor this afternoon. I'm worried something might happen to you. How many days it's been, I'm afraid something happened to you.”
There was no answer, Naina was still busy with her entrails wanting to rebel out. At the end of the remaining clear liquid that pierced into the heart.
“Nai, fine, Mas. Just every morning like this,” Naina's story, while wiping her face wet because of the tap water.
“Yes, Mas know. Better go to the doctor. Mas worried,” whispered Wira. It was seen tying Naina's long hair with her hands as her wife curled towards the sink.
“Ya, Mas.”
“Don't, Nai is really pregnant,” Wira said doubtfully. Grabbing a piece of tissue from its place, helps rub a beautiful face that looks pale and wet.
Deg—
“Pregnant?” naina said softly, turning to look at her husband's clear eyes.
“Hmmm.” The hero nodded, framing Naina's cold face while smiling warmly.
“Hopefully, Mas.” Naina's sentence suddenly floated up, remembering that she was pregnant and that Nola was really the daughter of Wira. The shadow appeared, making Naina anxious herself.
***
That afternoon, the well-dressed Naina was seen sitting behind her steering wheel. Forced to cancel his promise with Wira, when he got word from the hospital that his DNA test results had come out. Incidentally, two hospitals contacted him almost simultaneously. Naina doesn't have to bother, just one way.
Forgetting the pain, forgetting his physical condition that is declining lately. Naina chose to cancel her promise with Wira, in order to immediately find out the results of the test she had been waiting for.
“Mas, Nai has little business. Want to meet with a former boutique employee,” lies Naina through a mobile phone attached to the dashboard of the car. Naina is forced to lie to cancel the appointment of those who will visit the obstetrician together this afternoon.
“What's the problem, Nai? Something happened?” Panic is clearly heard from the way Wira talks, the man just canceled his meeting in order to be able to take Naina to the doctor.
“No Mas, just an unfinished problem. Chat for a while, after that Nai came home.” Again, Nai launched his lie.
From the white device, the incision was heard the sound of rough breathing. Naina knows, Wira keeps her disappointment in silence.
“Nai bring your own car? Or Mas alone who delivered, yes?” haggard, worried it was still tucked in the strands of questions that had just been uttered.
“No need, Mas. Nai is already in the car now,” reject Naina.
Long silent, finally Wira made a sound. “Yes already, Nai be careful on the road. Always tell me, yeah. Love you, Darling.” The hero disconnects his phone call from across the street.
“Love you,too.”
Half an hour into the streets of the capital at a moderate pace, Naina could breathe a sigh of relief when she found the streets so friendly. Fluent even though it faltered at some point. It didn't take long, his mini cooper arrived at the hospital parking lot.
Naina's heart was racing as her footsteps drew closer. Nervous, afraid, but otherwise a little relieved as his curiosity would have been answered already. All questions over these two weeks will be a revelation. No more hesitation, all clear and emblazoned with the actual facts.
Going for sure, Naina walked towards the laboratory section. Sit in line, waiting for a call after signing up. The woman with beautiful hair froze with anxious expectations. His two hands were squeezing each other over his lap. Naina's mind wandered, occasionally saying a prayer in her heart.
“Hopefully the result is as I expected.” Naina monologues.
Nearly twenty-five minutes of waiting, Naina's turn finally came. That afternoon, the administrative section adjacent to the laboratory looked crowded. In addition to Naina, there are many families of patients who are also waiting for the release of lab results.
“Mother Naina Pelangie,” call the hooded girl, who sits in front of the counter.
Naina smiled, moving forward towards the sweet girl.
“This Bu.” The girl thrust out a large white envelope with the name of the hospital clearly printed on the upper left of the envelope.
Naina simply shifted to the side a few steps after saying thanks. Make room for another host. Can't wait to see the contents of the envelope that is still sealed neatly.
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