Mr. Slovenly And Mrs. Perfectionist.

Chapters. 58. The Painful Changes.

Hazal can't sleep until night. He kept thinking about the condition of the household he thought was on the verge of collapse. Even until this moment Harfei has not returned home. The man's cell phone number is out of touch, leaving Hazal's heart in a state of anxiety. Hazal forgot that she was pregnant. His heart and mind are filled by a husband who is now not in the know of his existence.

"Mas, where are you now?. Why haven't you come home yet?".

Hazal paced back and forth in the room like a tangled iron of clothes. The woman's face was pale, her hands began to sweat, even her eyes did not stop looking at the door, hoping for her husband to come home.

Once again Hazal dialed Harfei's phone number to call, but the result was still the same, only the voice of the operator answering Hazal's call. If the woman could ask the operator for help, then Hazal wanted to say, that activate my husband's mobile number that went somewhere. But unfortunately, the operator can not be invited to compromise. 😁

Time has shown at 02:00 in the morning, but Hazal has not been able to close his eyes. She was still waiting for her husband's arrival. The brown eyes did not stop watching the room door, but there was not the slightest sign that Harfei had returned home. Until the woman's eyes are tired and closed by itself when the time has shown at 04:00 dawn.

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Hazal awoke from her long sleep at about 10:00 a.m. The woman blinked her eyes, she recalled Harfei who had not been seen since last night. But her attention was distracted when the woman heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

"Mas Harfei?. It must be Harfei's mas".

Hazal flicked the blanket that wrapped her body to the side and moved from the bed to the bathroom. But not yet the woman arrived at the bathroom door, suddenly the object made of white wood was wide open to show the man who from last night made her anxious not to sleep.

"Mas Harfei?. Mas".

Hazal slammed into Harfei's arms, the woman shedding longing tears. Yes, Hazal misses her husband who is deeply loved with all her heart. But instead of getting a reply, Harfei pushed slowly Hazal's body and away from her body.

The rejection succeeded in making Hazal's heart disappointed, sick and injured at the same time. Once again the woman shed tears, there were many murmurs in there.

"Mas, listen to me first. Just once". Pinta Hazal's. The woman begged, roared, groaned, and hoped that Harfei would listen to her explanation, but the man's refusal was too ill. He didn't even look Hazal in the eye. His mouth and eyes seemed to work together to ignore the existence of the woman, as if only a pseudo-shadow that passed before his eyes.

"Mas. Hix... Hicks...".

As Hazal's grief began to fill Harfei's sense of hearing, the man closed his eyes for a moment. His hands were on his head as if holding something. Then Harfei left Hazal, who had fallen weakly to the floor, helplessly without saying a word.

Harfei's painful change in attitude made the woman forget her pregnant condition. At once Hazal recalled the message of doctor Aminah who said, that he should not be too stressed, because it will affect the condition of the fetus that it contains.

Hazal wiped away the tears that had not receded since. He tried to strengthen himself and mentally even though it was not easy. But as much as possible the long-haired woman set her heart and mind to be fine. Holding his flat stomach, Hazal said,

"I'm sorry that mom hasn't been able to introduce you to my dear dad. Mama promised, after papa calmed down mama will introduce you. Don't be disappointed as papa for now, he just hasn't noticed your presence".

Hazal tried to hold back the tears that were about to fall, then he grabbed his cell phone located on the nightstand and contacted Aminah's doctor for a consultation.

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"Mrs Hazal, didn't I tell you not to be too stressed?. Good thing the condition of the Mistress's fetus is fine. Otherwise, you could lose that fetus without seeing it born into this world".

DUARS...

Pain, pedis, and surprise. That's what Hazal is feeling right now. The woman stared in disbelief at the doctor Aminah.

"I'm sorry doctor".

Seeing Hazal's condition that seemed to hold something made the middle-aged doctor understand, that the woman was not in a state of good. It was like he was depressed about something.

"Mrs, you can tell me if you're having trouble. Who knows if I can help you. Oh yes Madam, does your husband already know if you are pregnant?. Since yesterday I haven't seen your husband".

The question was successful in making Hazal's wound even more gaping. Tears that had been on the ground had now come down like water that flowed so fast that it could not be contained anymore.

"I'm sorry doctor". Hazal wiped away her tears. The woman's voice trembled withstanding the turbulent taste inside there. Doctor Aminah also understood Hazal's condition so that he did not continue the question about the woman's husband.

"All right, Miss Hazal. I'm sorry if my question made you feel uncomfortable. But please make sure the condition of Your fetus is fine, as well as your feelings. The condition of the fetus depends on the feelings of the mother".

And the examination that led to that long conversation ended. Dr. Aminah gave Hazal vitamins so she wouldn't feel nauseous.

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After the hospital, Hazal goes straight home hoping that he can see Harfei and invite him to talk. At least the man should know that he is pregnant with his child. However the woman again swallowed the disappointment pill, she did not find Harfei at home. There he only saw his mother-in-law who was always faithful watching TV screen flying. This time the title is, MY HUSBAND TURNED OUT TO BE MY NEIGHBOR'S HUSBAND WHO WAS MY BEST FRIEND SINCE CHILDHOOD.

Ckckck, a very slick title. The middle-aged woman shed tears when she saw the scene where the female lead was persecuted, then heard the song that accompanied the flying screen film. (Do not write what song. Surely mothers in Indonesia also know what song lyrics). 😁🙏

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