Married for Marriage

Feeling dizzy

Nessa is still holding back her nausea, her head also feels dizzy. Not long after that, I arrived at the hospital.

"Darling, let's just go home yuk. I don't have the smell of the scent inside the hospital." Nessa really can't stand it.

"But baby, you need to be checked. In order for you to get good treatment, do you not feel sorry for what is in your womb?" tirta replied reminding.

"But I'm not strong, my head is getting dizzy. We just go home, use a tespack can also, baby.." pinta Nessa while whining, Tirta who saw the expression of the wife felt unable to resist the desire of the wife.

"Well, if that's what you want. Actually I was very curious about the results, but you yourself did not want to be examined. Come on, I'll get the tespack. You wait in the car." Tirta replied, then immediately bought a tespack. Nessa got into the car immediately.

Not long after, Tirta had returned and got into the car immediately.

"The stuff is, baby." asked Tirta, afraid of buying wrong.

"Yes, thank you dear. How much to buy, what for?" ask Nessa wonder.

"Who knows something is not accurate, at least five objects were used all. Let's be clear about the outcome." Tirta answered lightly, while Nessa just smiled at the husband's attitude.

On the way Nessa just leaned on her husband while holding his stomach which still feels nauseous. While Tirta still focused his view ahead.

"Darling, tomorrow we go home. Actually today, but because everyone was curious about the results, the schedule to go home was canceled." Tirta opened his voice.

"Alright, let's check it in the Motherland. But not in the hospital, I don't smell the hospital smell." Nessa replied while holding her nausea in her stomach.

"Well, baby, you don't have to worry. I'll take you to a special gynaecologist for you, baby." said Tirta smiling happily.

"Oh yeah baby, still nauseous no?" ask Tirta.

"Lumayan, my head also felt dizzy. It feels hard to be active." Answer Nessa.

"You anyway, asked not to check. We go back to the hospital, how?" invite the husband who does not have the heart to see his wife resist nausea.

"I'm fine, maybe it's true that I'm pregnant. Because what I feel is right is not wrong, dear." replied Nessa lethargic.

After a fairly long journey, it has now reached the front yard of Mr. Zio's house. Nessa and Tirta got out of the car immediately.

"Let's answer what try, if it turns out you haven't checked the content." Tirta was confused.

"We answer according to reality, if I really am not strong to withstand the nausea." Nessa smiled, Tirta nodded. Then the two immediately entered the house.

"Loh... Mr. Tirta why have you come home?" ask Zeil for wonder.

"Your brother does not want to be examined, he said not strong with the aroma inside the hospital. Maybe he wants his check at the rice stall padang kali yes, Zeil.." replied Tirta and listened to by others. Everyone laughed and heard Tirta's reply. Nessa blushed in embarrassment at the husband's response.

"There's just one, Tirta." said Wilyam's grandfather who chimed in.

"Well, why go to a food stall? isn't there a Merpati Jaya Restaurant?" said Mr. Zio chimed in.

"Well, rame once, what is this." Ask Mr. Angga who just gathered in the living room.

"Here, your nephew's wife is not strong with the scent of the hospital. Then said Tirta, like the smell of the restaurant." Grandpa Wilyam replied.

Everyone laughed together, feeling warm in the family. After that all enjoyed his last day in America, precisely at the home of Mr. Zio.

"Grandfather, come home tomorrow, won't you?" tirta asked Wilyam's grandfather.

"It looks like grandpa can't go home yet, because grandpa has to take turns to live with your uncle, Zio." Answer the grandfather.

"Oooh, thank goodness. Uncle Zio and aunt Serly must be very happy, both of them can live with their parents." Tirta.

"You're not angry, are you, brother? if Papa stays with me for now." Asked Mr. Zio to the older brother, who was none other than Mr. Angga.

"Why am I angry, you also have the right to live with Papa. You are also his son, so there is no reason to love your parents. I just told you, take care of Papa with affection. That's all, because you have the right to live with Papa." Replied Mr. Angga reassuringly.

"Thank you, sister.I'll give my love to Papa. Brother need not worry, as we promised first. We'll be together to look after Papa and give him affection." Said Mr. Zio with a serious look.

Grandpa Wilyam was deeply moved by the attitude of his two sons. Although Mr. Zio is not his biological son, Wilyam's grandfather loved him as much as his own son. Wilyam's grandfather never distinguished for his two sons. Likewise with Mr. Angga, who also does not feel jealous or spiteful. Even Mr. Angga has also considered Mr. Zio like his own younger brother. Although there was a peesilianship between the two, but did not turn the corner to wrath or hate him. It's just that there's a bad taste or guilt between the two. But the brotherhood remains the air, there is no word to hate or to defeat and even to get rid of. The two remained as familiar as they should have been brothers with whom there would be no hostility.

"Here you go, let's enjoy a snack made by Zeil. It seems very tempting and wants to spend soon." Said Mrs Qinan.

"Well, since when can you make this cake snack, Zeil. usually you can only collect knickknacks and dolls." Sindir Tirta who immediately took a piece of kueh.

"I was taught by Aunt Qinan, was not aunt Qinan very good at cooking and making cakes. Isn't sister Nessa also an expert at making kueh? yeah, right?" zeil replied smiling.

"Well, Aunt Qinan used to work at Grandpa's restaurant. Though it's the aunt's own family's restaurant, but the aunt doesn't know it yet." Tirta.

"It turns out that the earth is like a moringa leaf, yes, the proof is that it can now come together into one family." Kosim's grandfather said.

"Luckily, Papa you didn't fall in love with your aunt, Tirta." Ledek Mr. Zio.

"I can't imagine it." Tirta replied laughing. While Alfan only smiled, hearing every speech spoken by Tirta.

"Well, Alfan. You didn't make a sound, canker sores?" ledek Tirta while glancing towards Zeil. Zeil just smiled fluffyly.

"Yes, I'm a thrush." His reply was brief, whereas the others just smiled looking at Alfan's expression.

Believe me. who is busy working on juniors, until they forget to chat. Is Alfan preparing another method? I don't know why my mind got so dirty? God fucking. Inner Tirta.