
At half-time in the morning Zidan woke up as usual. Resisting sleepiness and tiredness so that he and Zia can eat today, can also fulfill Zia's craving.
Zia also woke up though could not help anything with the situation of both hands that were still bandaged. At least he accompanied Zidan to prepare.
"This is if you want to throw up" said Zidan put the can on the floor right next to Zia's bed. Zia nodded, her left hand moved despite the pain, but she was grateful that she could at least wake up from her sleep without Zidan's help.
"Zidan's coming home at six?" asked Zia who was sitting on the bed to Zidan who was wearing a jacket.
"Yes, we have no money to pay for the contract, " replied Zidan after breathing heavily. He should not waste the opportunity that is in the market, as long as he is still able he will try.
"Pake Zia's savings, too," proposed Zia who immediately got the head of the gang from Zidan.
"That can! That's for babies, savings for babies later," Zidan replied quickly, he had to start saving for Zia's labor costs later.
Zia was silent, she had actually also set aside money from Zidan for her delivery later. The allowance he rarely used was saved without Zidan's knowledge.
"Lo sleep again, don't sleep less. Not good for pregnant women," said Zidan lead Zia to lie back and cover her, Zia just nodded and smiled.
Zidan said basmallah before he left for work, may what he did today be a blessing.
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One month was a very long time for Zia. He who is usually free to buy this without thinking about the price, is very different from now, only to buy what he wants he thinks dozens of times. In fact, skincare that was once very complete is now only a facial wash that he can afford. His face has never been treated, acne appears here and there also not too he cares. The important thing is that she can eat and her baby's needs are met.
Zia was adjusting her breathing after she finished vomiting, this is what Zia hated where almost every morning she vomited. She was lucky because her husband was a man like Zidan, otherwise she would not know if she was still holding her baby or not.
Zia shook her head as bad thoughts approached her, she should not and would not kill her own child. Zia took a stand so that her bad thoughts would disappear.
Zia feels she is still very unstable, she sometimes loves the fetus in her stomach, sometimes she seems to dislike when remembering what makes it difficult like now is her fetus.
"Ngga. Can't get Zia. He's not wrong" Zia said, trying to give her positive thoughts and convince herself.
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"Lo why? Her hands hurt What stomach hurt?" asked Zidan who was made to panic when he found Zia crying. Zidan just came home from the market, the intention of wanting to give money even found Zia crying. Zidan glanced at the can that already contained the water-dominated Zia vomit.
Zia shook her head, Zidan wiped away the trace of tears on Zia's cheek then gently rubbed the cheek. Zidan was quite sensitive to what Zia was thinking.
"Capek huh? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," said Zidan managed to make Zia more crying.
Zidan stood up leaving Zia alone who was still crying. Zidan closed the bedroom door and his body fell to the floor. His hair he ruffled as an impingement, he was also tired. Desire to give up is often present, but he always tepis when remembering there are two lives that depend on him.
Zidan stood up when his feelings were calm, he still had to take care of himself and Zia who was going to school.
When Zidan's door opened, Zia was no longer crying. The woman was trying to open the closet. Zidan was quick to help and get what Zia was willing to take.
"How's Zia taking her bath?" confused Zia when she had entered the bathroom. Yesterday there was still a nurse helping him, now there was only Zidan. The time he asked Zidan for help.
Zia was still standing in the bathroom doing nothing. Zidan was cooking in the kitchen.
"What's Zidan?" ask Zia.
"Lo want to take a shower? I'm helping you here" Zidan said casually. Zia widened her eyes and shook her head.
Zidan chuckled and returned to the kitchen flipping the tempeh he was frying.
"Neither need to take a shower. Wash your face, same toothbrush," said Zidan while turning off the stove.
Zidan came back to Zia and helped Zia wash her face and not forget to brush her teeth. For the matter of changing into clothes Zidan did so while closing his eyes. In addition to Zia who ruled, he was also afraid of obscurity. Oops.
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"Lo leaving Zi? Should be healed first," said Sherena. They just got to class.
Zia nodded, "Zia has nothing, but can't write later just horrified."
"Lo shower?" asked Keyna who made Zia shake her head in embarrassment, Sherena laughed at him.
"How about changing clothes?" asked Keyna to pay attention to Zia's clothes that are not as neat as usual.
"Zidan is using," Zia replied with great embarrassment. They laughed when they heard it. Guess what, they just want to see Zia embarrassed.
Not long after the doorbell rang, Zia turned to the corner seat where Ayra used to sit. He did not find Ayra there, he whispered to Keyna who was sitting in front of him. "Key, Ayra's not leaving."
Keyna and Sherena turned to the bench and it was true that Ayra was not there.
"Try it to her house later" suggested Keyna, who was taken by Sherena and Zia. They worry about Ayra, however Ayra has long been a part of their lives.
They believe Ayra still loves them as much as they love Ayra. Ayra is only angry because her relationship is finished with Zidan in a bad way. Their friendship relationship was affected.
The way that Ayra took was wrong, if there was only a problem with Zidan, why would everyone follow Ayra hated. In fact, they had nothing to do with the breakdown of Ayra's relationship with Zidan.
At least that's their general thought, but not with Keyna. The girl believes Ayra doesn't really hate them. He knew Ayra longer than any of them. Ayra could be said to be the prospective sister-in-law of Keyna who did not become:)
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