Marrying my Helper Girl

Meet Old Friends

This is where it belongs!

In the flower garden behind the Hospital. The Flower Garden was indeed a Rifqy allotment for his Wife. Yes, Bela! who again?

The park that Rifqy deliberately created for the Woman! the woman he loved and loved with all his heart. The woman who had usurped the second position after her Mother in her heart. A woman who takes the attention she only wants to make for her. A very precious woman after her mother. What a woman woman!

Of course that makes Bela crisp. Her heart was flowering - flowers, her stomach was like a lot of butterflies flying out so that at that moment it could also tickle, Bela was very - very happy!

Bela feels to be a very lucky woman in this world to have a husband who is very considerate and always put himself in the appeal of the young man himself.

Rifqy curled both ends of her lips in a smile.

A charming smile that makes Bela feel like she does not want to turn her eyes to another direction.

"You're mists?" rifqy asked while kneeling before the woman who was sitting in a wheelchair.

The veiled woman only replied with a smile behind the veil she was wearing, followed by a very confident nod of the head.

As a Husband Rifqy was very happy to see his wife was also happy just with things like this.

"Look at Geh, brother!" bela's tiny hand pointed at a white orchid blossoming there.

Rifqy's eyes followed the direction of his wife's hand.

"That's an orchid Flower! you want me to take it?!"

"Can." Bela said briefly.

Yeah, that's Rifqy!

Always put the desire of the woman.

With wide strides Rifqy walked towards the Orchid flower it was located.

"Sister?" suddenly Bela's voice startled Rifqy who was trying to pick flowers.

"Hemm.." Only murmurs are the answers.

"Nobody's here to visit?" his head kept looking back and forth looking for the whereabouts of other people, besides himself and the husband.

Where the hell?!

"Why? how are you doing that?" whatisthis? questions answered with questions.

"However" ketus Bela, he was most regretful if asked instead of answering instead of asking back.

"Right?" Rifqy parrot.

"He.em..."

"However?" his eyes were glaring at Bela. confused!

The eyeball of the girl with a leaning instantaneously twisted lazily. "There is no one else but us."

"There's!" loh exists? whahuh? whereabouts? where are there people? that was how Bela's mind heard her husband's answer.

"Where?" if you are curious, yes!

"That's.." refers to the number of people in patient clothes who were chatting with someone dressed in white and hats on his head.

"Oh yes. Hehe I don't see." Bela chuckled to herself hearing the words that came out of her mouth.

"More.."

Eyes sparkling. "Wahhh.." her smile returned as the array of Flowers that Rifqy made suddenly plastered in front of her eyes.

"Thank you..."

The young man of Arab descent - Indo it can only shake his head. Just with a little thing like this already made him happy Rifqy's mind floated.

While being engrossed - fun to joke laughter with the Husband. Suddenly a voice that sounded a cry distracted Bela.

"My baby!" a familiar voice in Bela's ear. But who?

Rifqy's forehead was wrinkled into folds, his ears were hot to hear the call of others to his wife who sounded friendly, his eyes looked at Bela as if saying who?. Oh my God Rifqy's getting jealous!

Bela looked back, but her mouth still remained silent.

"Oh my God, Beb! you why?" there's a tinge of worry there. Before long a hijab girl with the young man behind her approached Bela.

"Sil..?" not sure yet but his lips just slid by name. As if he were fluent.

"Yes, Beb it's me!" his hands clasped the body of Bela who was sitting on a wheelchair, thus making the girl slightly bow.

Bela smiled behind her veil, Bela's tiny hands began to reply to the embrace of an old Friend.

Yes, that girl is Bela's old best friend who is now married. This makes the two rarely meet.

"How are you?" basic - stale is necessary. But Bela's question is really sincere.

The hijab-wearing girl that Bela's old best friend named Silvia knew began to kneel.

"Eh, no!" prevent Bela but not ignored by Silvia.

"You why? hem?" his hand touched Bela's entire body to find out what her best friend was?

"Your face is very high, Beb." The worry of the hijab girl in front of him even made Bela chuckle softly.

"Ehh.." said - he stopped. "You're right, aren't you? why are you laughing?"

Bela just shook both his shoulders indifferently, not intending to give an explanation.

"What are you doing here?"

Silvia grumbled indistinctly before replying, "I should ask you rich."

"Me?" pointing to himself.

Bela nodded.

"You first! you why? why is it rich in gini?"

"I'm not papa."

"Lied!" how far Bela avoids still his friend knows that Bela why - napa is not okay - anything.

"Drop?" the guess is one hundred percent right. That makes the look of Rifqy's face more confused.

"Yes." Short solid and clear.

"I guessed it!

How do you keep going, right?" questions that still imply concern.

Bela nodded. "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Me, how about it?" the red hue on the face of the girl that Bela's old best friend knew was starting to appear. Pake shy - shy cat.

"Well how?" ask Bela.

"I'm out of the gynecologist." Silvia told Bela.

"Well?" silly question.

"Yes what else?" start making puzzles Bela thought.

"You pregnant?" the right guess!

Silvia flicked her finger at the sign that it was true. "Ser top! that's real." her voice really made Bela wipe her ears.

"What the hell? surprised me, man."

Silvia chuckles. "How are you?" this Friend Bela question makes the look of Rifqy's face pias.

"Me?"

"Yes"

"What am I doing?"

"Your brain is not connected yes" a mockery that was originally uttered by Silvia, as Bela's Friend.

"Yes what geh? how is it me?" Actually Bela already knows what the question from the Friend means, but Bela tries to evade.

"You've done it yet? not pregnant yet? does that mean it's too late for the moon? if it's too late, it means getting pregnant." The successive question makes Rifqy even more deathly pale.

"How many months?" Bela tried to sideline the conversation.

"In 16 weeks."

"Well, congratulations?"only this speech could save Bela from her Friend's question. "Be Mom soon, and I'm gonna be Aunty dong."

Silvia tried to look at Bela seriously. "Yes soon you'll be Aunty! but is it not better if in your stomach there is also my rich fetus."

"Hehehe... Not yet time maybe."

"Yes?"

"Yes..."

"You must heal! so that you can quickly contain your flesh and blood, so that your stomach has its contents, so that you can menggerasain called Morning Sickness."

"Yes bringel."

"Don't you, you have to get well!"

"Hemm.." accompanied by a nod of the head.

"Udah yet? we're going?" the voice of the young man behind Bela's Friend that Bela knew was Silvia's husband turning his eyes away from the two.

"Oh yeah how are you, Don?" base - the base turns to the Husband of his Friend.

"Good." smiled as he replied.

"I'm home, right? it just so happens that there is an event at the House of In-laws so it can't be long."

"God! it's been a while too."

Silvia chuckles. "You must heal! inget I'll chat you later.

Bela just nodded.

"Assynoltom..."

"Wa'alaikummussalam.." answered Rifqy and Bela compact.

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"Rest huh? you must be tired?" only a nod could Bela give in response.

"I'm here, don't worry." Rifqy knew very well what made Bela turn silent, calm as she was now.

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