Marrying my Helper Girl

What was?

A second later Bela shook her head quickly making Mother Rifqy more suspicious and not believe the phrase the Son-in-law.

"Nobody, Bun." His eyes looked out the window as he said that.

The hand that looked had started to wrinkle seemed to be grasping the soft hand of Bela. "Mother just asks why did you say that, son? hem?"

Bela shook her head before looking back.

"Is there a problem?" mother painfully asked.

Shake no more without saying a word.

"Have you checked with the doctor?" The doctor? yes Doctor!

But that's not gonna be possible. Because Bela and Rifqy have never been whose names are related like husband and wife do.

As a wife, Bela wanted it but she could not have started it first. She was waiting for her husband who wanted to.

Again - again only the trunks Bela gave for an answer.

"Don't you guys want to check it out?"

Still stuck with the head with the mouth shut.

"Why?" ask Mother wonder.

Bela smiled thinly. "What's wrong, Bun." replied Bela later.

"Then what's the matter?" still not satisfied with the reply Bela who only answered with a ring and the word 'not what' since.

Bela nodded again. "What's wrong, Bun." Nervous? of course nervous. That is what felt by the veiled girl who likes to be called 'Syasya' only by Family and Friends.

"Is there a problem with your uterus?"

Bela was surprised by the question of the in-laws who immediately asked about it. But Bela still shook her head in response, just like earlier.

"Certain why? what is Rifqy, Mother's troubled son?"

Staring fixed on your eyeball with your hands flicked to the right and left many times while shaking again and again.

"Oh, or are you not ready yet? because it's young."

But now it was the soft belt that Bela responded.

"What because..."

Be silent, waiting for what you will say again.

Long silence!

Nothing Mother said a word 'pun from the lips of Mother Rifqy.

Oh God, is it true that my Son...?

Nah! no, that's impossible, right? mother's mind drifted that far, her brain was thinking strange - strange for the Son only wayang that he loved so much.

But he must not se'udzon first before asking directly to the Son and Son-in-law.

"Because of what, Bun?" the curious great-grandson of Bela.

"Because.." again - again his words stopped.

Bela was silent. Seeing the eyes of Mother from her husband glazed - the glass made her forehead squeak to form many folds.

His hand touched the arm of Mother Rifqy who may still be holding back the crying and tightness.

With dim eyes, the middle-aged woman returned the gaze and hand of the Son-in-law.

"Is it because Rifqy hasn't... hasn't...had never touched you, son?" escapes already.

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Like running for tens of miles, Bela's heart was beating faster than usual.

Her tiny hand unwittingly squeezed through the chest that felt like it was pulsing. His lips were still silent, not even willing to say a word. His lips were cuddled, as if he could not move them.

No feeling of cold sweat began to flow on his forehead, to make the hands under the covers that were squeezing each other vibrate.

I don't know what he's got to say?

I don't know what he should do now?

Don't know what? what and what?

The veiled girl was confused, and also scared.

Confused what to answer? and fearing the anger of this middle-aged woman to her Son, Husband Bela.

One thing Mother Rifqy realized. With the silence of Bela then he had got his own answer, he had concluded, that what he said earlier was indeed true. Although Mother Rifqy knows not from Bela's own lips that say but from the strange gurgle and nervousness of this girl in front of her.

That proves it! and that answered all his doubts!

Finish already! what he was worried about all this time turned out to be true.

He's ashamed! so shy.

Bela's eyes blinked a few times. "Mother a-me..."

"With your silence it is indirectly that you have answered everything, son.

Mother's doubts have been answered.

Concerns that have been feared Mother turned out to be true.

Worried about the nature of him who does not want to force even though 'you are a wife. That's Rifqy! he will not force even if he really wants it." said - said Mother Rifqy really make Bela's eyes directly look at the interlocutor.

"Th-this..."

"Don't try to defend Mother's wrong Son, son!

Never defend his mistakes again!

Do not allow this outrageous mistake!

You stubborn!

It sucks!

Not shameless!

Mother herself is ashamed!

He forced you to preach you but after you became his, he idled you like this." Mother seemed to snort bitterly, going to the attitude of Bela who was still trying to defend her Son. Basic sucks.

Sighing heavily, truly the middle-aged woman's chest felt as tight as if it was an overlap.

"Should from the beginning Mother force you to have children, with the appendage of 'want a grandson' so what? you know what to do?" continued Mother who still shows her emotions and Bela just shook her head again, again and again.

"So he can give you your rights right then and there! let you alike give each other inner rights.

You gave him inner rights and he gave an inner living!

Mother as a woman also knows that you want a child, right?"

Bela nodded in confirming.

"But a child will not form without a process, Syasya!

Mother really did not end up thinking with that crazy thought.

He was willing to hold back his desire for not wanting to force you. And you are willing to wait but the awaited will never understand this desire of yours.

Just look if he returns to this room will Mother mocked - mocked him with her own hands." His hands do not stay still, clenching perfectly he motion - movement like being puffing seasoning only.

"I-iya, Bun Syasya knows. But..."

"But what else?" lips cut.

Not yet had the girl with the lead to answer, the sound of the door clanging open turned the eyes of the two women of the same gender.

The sharp eyes of Mother directly pierced into Rifqy's eyeballs when the young man accidentally looked into the eyes of the middle-aged woman he often called 'Mother'.

Turning to look at his wife, the look in his eyes seemed to ask 'What's wrong?' but the girl looked down without answering.

With a quick step Mother walked towards the Son only wayangnya who was standing still.

PLAQUES

The eyes of young Arab - Indo men rounded get a surprise in the form of a hot slap on his left cheek, his hand outstretched to stroke his cheek so that it could be a little pain relief.

Bela also seemed surprised by what her in-laws did, she did not expect that only because of small problems but it seemed that her mother was big - big.

The middle-aged man behind Rifqy's forehead shriveled deeply, Rifqy's father was shocked to hear a slap coming from inside the Nursing Room of his Child's Wife. What added made him even more shocked by the sight that the slapped turned out to be Rifqy, his own son and it was slapped by his Wife.

What was? ask Rifqy's father who only said in his heart.

"Mother what's wrong?" rifqy asked astonished - astonished by returning the sharp eyes of the woman who had conceived her.

"Why did you say?!" His voice had gone up an octave, facing the Son only wayangnya that is very difficult to manage.

"Yes why? Mother arrived - arrived slap Rifqy without cause. It's only natural that Rifqy asks why."

"Diem you!! already dare to answer yes you." his guts seemed to yawn somewhere to hear the words of the woman he loved so much. Only his father can save him. Yes, Father!

"Bun, relax! what's up?" the soft hand of the husband of the middle-aged woman who was emotional seemed to clutch his shoulder.

Trying to regulate the breath so that his emotions are slightly reduced, but nil! that's not useful at all.

"This child of yours..."

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