Love of the Past

Extra Part - Shit!

We are now sitting in front of Doctor Riana, after delivering the Eagle to school.

Doctor Riana looked towards us with a questioning look.

"So, Mr Firman vomits every morning?" ask her with a smile. It seems like Doctor Riana still remembers what the Word was like when we last came to her.

"Yes, Doc," I replied as I continued to look toward the pale-looking Word.

"Lintang Bu himself, is it too late to menstruate?" ask Doctor Riana.

I'm shaking.

"I've also tried testing it with a testpack, but it's negative" I explained.

"But this morning Doctor Deni suggested Latitude for Ultrasound. She said she was probably pregnant, but she was very young." The word spoke.

"Looks like. Especially if Ibu Lintang is not late, the possibility of his age is under 4 weeks," said Dr. Riana. "The fetal age count is calculated from the first day of the last period, yes."

Doctor Riana invited me to go up to the bed, assisted by a nurse.

"If you are still young pregnant, the fetus has not been seen. Most visible sac where the fetus will develop," Doctor Riana began to smear my flat stomach with gel to make it slippery.

My heart is pounding. Hopefully the results are in accordance with the estimates of Doctor Deni and also our wishes.

"O yes, Miss Lintang is pregnant. It's already got a thickening of the uterine wall."

Doctor Riana's words were like a glass of cold water in hot weather. It feels cold in my heart. I am finally pregnant again. I don't feel my tears just sliding.

Thank you, O God.

The Word sitting beside me immediately gave a kiss on my forehead. His hand held my hand tightly. It's not my first time getting pregnant, but it's still a bliss in her eyes.

"Congratulations, Miss Latang, Mr. Firman, eventually the Eagle will get a sister." Doctor Riana looked at us with a smile.

"Thank you, Doctor," said the Word. Again, kissed my forehead.

"Thank you, honey. You will make me a father again" he said.

"In addition to vitamins and boosters, it seems I have to prescribe anti-nausea for Mr. Firman," said Dr. Riana while writing a prescription.

"I would, Doc, if I had to endure this nausea. At least I reduced Latitude pain during my child's pregnancy" Firman said while looking at me.

"Word, uh ...."

Doctor Riana, who has memorized the character of the Word, did not correct it at all. He just smiled and gave us some helpful advice.

"I don't know what to do, honey. I'm so glad you're pregnant again, but I'm scared, too" she held my hand as soon as we walked out of the check room.

"Jalani, Man. I'm sure we can take good care of him" I said.

"I can't wait to say to Eagle, if he's going to have a baby sister," said the exuberant Word. "He must be very happy."

"How about if we tell him it will be malem, while camping in the yard?" my proposal.

"Tonight?"

"Yes" I replied excitedly.

"You're pregnant, baby. Afraid of the cold outside" he said.

"It's okay. I wanna. Yeah, honey, please ...," I said.

"Whatever you want, honey," he said, peeping at my lips.

The Word will never reject anything I want, I know exactly that. As long as he can do it, he will.

As now, even though he still looks pale, Firman, Mr. Jana, Mr. Min and Mr. Diman still set up a tent for me in front of our room.

I can only smile. As long as they set up the tent, I would rather accompany Eagle to work on his PR.

"We're going camping, Ma?" ask the Eagle when the PR is done.

"Yes, Honey. You like camping, don't you?" my many.

"Yes, especially if you use a bonfire" he replied.

"Later we ask Papa to light the bonfire, yes," I said, shaking her hair.

"Assyc! If so, Eagle help Papa first, yes," he said while running out of the room.

I could only laugh and shake my head. The boy was always adorable.

"No need, Ma'am. Let us be the same," said Teh Nana as I was about to bring the steamed brownie piece forward.

"Yes, Mother. Mbak Lintang. Latitude cannot be soybean," said Bi Sri.

"It's okay. It's not heavy, though."

"Mama!" the eagle shouted while running towards me.

"Honey, don't run around in the house" I remember.

"Ma, the tent is cool, Ma!" exclaim Eagle.

"Oh yeah?" I'm just smiling.

"Mama should look. Come on!" The eagle pulled my hand.

"Honey, the food will fall" I held the tray that almost fell because it was pulled by my son.

Bi Sri immediately took over the tray I brought.

The eagle pulled my hand, and I could only follow it.

"Geez, Papa, is this anything?" I shouted as I looked at the tent that Word had set up.

"Is this making a tent or moving our room outside?" I approached those who were arranging the tent like my room.

"I can't let you sleep with a sleepingbag on the ground, honey. Especially if you are pregnant. What if you catch a cold or lumbago because of sleeping on the ground?" sahut Word's.

"No exclamation dong, man," whine.

The eagle came out of the tent, "Cool, right, Ma? If the tent is like this, the eagle will sleep outside every day."

I patted the forehead. I chose to go into the house instead of arguing.

"Darling, you're angry, huh? Don't like the tent?" Word's tailing me.

"Man, that doesn't fit my mind" I said.

"But it's my will" he replied, not to lose.

"I want us to camp as usual. Yes, if you do not want to directly use the ground, we can use a carpet," I said.

"But I can't let you camp like you normally do, honey. You are not alone, now. Please also think of our son who is in your belly."

I can only take a long breath. Why does the Word suck. Usually he would just say 'yes' to whatever I wanted. Without arguing as now.

"Ma, there's a food," cried the Eagle from the door.

"Food?" I frowned. I don't think I ordered food.

Mr. Jana and Mr. Diman came in with different types of branded plastic bags in his hands. Followed by an ojol brother who brought two boxes of pizza.

"Taro at the table, sir," said the Word.

"Who ordered junk food, Man?" many confused.

"I ordered all this" he said with a smile.

"Huh? Junk food's? You're not wrong?" I can't believe what I saw.

"I really want to, honey," he replied with a clear face. "Kan, dede the baby in your belly, so it's okay if I eat."

"Astagfirullah ..," I'm really upset by the Word's behavior right now, but I can't do anything.

I thought, did I also used to be so annoying when cravings?

"Whatever, Man. You can eat whatever you want. But inget, sport! I don't want you to get fat!" I said as it passed.

"Well can too, Ma?" The eagle so followed sulking.

"Yes, but not much, baby," I said, rubbing his head.

"You can't do it, baby," said the Word.

"No need!" myrag.

O Allah, may the Word of the spit be done to him. He's bawling again like this.