Missing Morning Star

Chapters. 3

"It's all my own choices and my own way of life, I have to be strong and patient" his great-grandson Miss then immediately climbed back on his bike.

Miss also had planned to sell Erka's motorbike for her because she wanted to use the money as her living expenses and also as business capital later.

He decided to go back to his father's hometown. His stomach also grew bigger and continued the business of his late father who was managed previously by his uncle.

Two months have passed since his arrival. The house was actually never long lived because his father and mother prefer to live in the village where his birth from his own mother. However, they were quite young when they died.

The village of his birthplace, is in the province of Central Java while his father's hometown there is a western answer that is not too far from the capital city of Jakarta.

Although only a small business, but enough to meet all the basic needs of everyday. All her neighbors until this moment, no one has commented or asked her about the pregnancy.

"It turns out my choice to live in his village father is not wrong, but in his village his mother would definitely be chatty and cool with the lives of others," muttered Long while sitting on the back porch of his house who had just checked the laying chicken coop.

The content has entered the fifth month but, until this moment Erka has not blessed any news to him at all. Hope, just hope and pray for Erka's safety that he can do.

Time passed without them knowing, this month is the month of estimation she will give birth to her two children. Although the village is only a small village, but to do the USG is not difficult to do it.

As of today, she intends to check the health condition of her pregnancy. For three days, he often experienced pain in his stomach and waist. Therefore, he will go to the nearest puskesmas.

"Assalamualaikum," said a greeting from the front door of his house.

"Waalaikum salam," he answered Miss who immediately finished her meal before opening the door.

The door screeched the sign was already open, Missing had already guessed who this early man was visiting his house.

"Mas Angga Pratama, "he said Miss who is a little uncomfortable to see the man who always tries to seize his heart and attention it.

"That miss this morning you're so pretty, where are you going?" Just ask a pleasantries question.

Angga squeezed the cloth pants that he wore strongly because of groggy, nervous and misbehavior stared directly by Miss, "Hindu, Miss, actually my arrival this time to your house would indicate that my father and mother would come to propose to you, would you be willing to marry me?"

Deg. deg…

His heart longs to beat fast his face red blushing so surprised to hear the words of the man who always tried to get affection. Not ashamed of being happily proposed but, he really did not want to hear the words from the mouth of another man but only from the mouth of his beloved lover, the man who had given him two prospective twins at once.

"I hope you can accept it" added Angga who always lowered his head so much do not believe himself facing directly with the most beautiful woman in his eyes.

Angga Pratama is the eldest son of the local village chief. Both parents did not mind her status Miss who had to get pregnant out of wedlock without a husband. Because his father Angga Pak Pratama is his best friend his father Miss Pak Prayoga. They had long planned to match the two if they grew up.

"Mas Angga, forgive me for not intending to marry any man at this time because I am still waiting for the father of my two future twins," said Miss who already does not want to give false hope to Angga.

Just now Angga wants to overcome the words of Angga, suddenly his stomach is very sick.

"Ohhh!! Sick Mas!!" His screams were longing while holding onto that enlarged stomach that was already in pain.

"Hindu, it looks like you are going to give birth, let's hurry here I carry before it's too late, we have to go to the pumpkin fear you gave birth here," he said Angga then tried to carry his body Miss into his car.

The look on his face Angga Pratama emanated anxiety, fear, worry, anxiety that struck his heart and feelings at that moment.

This life is not to find love, but to build love. Love is not only found. Love demands sacrifice that is not simple.

It only takes a few seconds to fall in love, but a lifetime to prove it.

"Waiting for you in patience is more beautiful to me than expressing it. Waiting for you in prayer is more meaningful than explaining."