Muhasabah Love

For photo

“Friska!” Myria immediately ran over to Friska who was first to the toilet. The feeling of panic as well as worry, of course, directly attacks the heart. He tried to massage the shoulders and back of his best friend slowly.

“You sick? From yesterday I have complained not feeling well, why maksainan here malem-malem, anyway, Fris?”

Friska could not answer. He kept spewing out his stomach repeatedly. There is nothing wrong with the food that was consumed this afternoon or morning, but indeed from yesterday-yesterday Friska felt unwell.

“I call Mr Zayyan, yes?” The offer was given to Myria. There is no way that woman kept Friska's condition a secret to her best friend's husband.

“No need, My.” A few sheets of tissue are pulled Friska to dry the mouth after washing. With a limp step due to a sudden limp body, he exited the bathroom. Myria at the back was wiping it carefully.

“Drink tea or other warm drinks, huh? Ginger want?” myria said after sitting Friska on the dining table chair. His best friend just nodded while leaning.

The fire started to burn. Every now and then, Myria looked back to make sure her best friend was okay. Not funny if Friska fainted when Myria focused on the stove.

While waiting for the boiling water, Myria approached and pulled the chair next door. “What do you race?”

Friska nodded again. “Lemes little because of the vomiting earlier. But brag again most also seger.”

“Eat first, huh? Don't need to help. It's taken care of by Auntie. You ngeyel, hell.”

“Iya, Onion. I was dem aja.”

Friska's answer made Myria hiss. In fact, the worry had reached the crown earlier, but the woman was still joking. Friska did not know that Myria's mind was going anywhere and was afraid of being blamed.

The sound of boiling water paused the two women's debate. Myria immediately poked on the ginger and poured the warm water into the glass. A few tablespoons of honey are added to give it a little sweetness.

“I added the room temperature water earlier, so it's still anget.” The glass is thrust towards Friska. Myria immediately gave the order for her best friend to immediately spend.

“You've been to the doctor?” ask Myria again.

“Ngapain to the doctor? I'm not sick.”

“Dih, from yesterday ngeluh bad body who? The children in the boutique are also still inget if this week you say tired mulu even though it only makes patern on the laptop. Customer shaving business is the same with cloth and I am the same as others.”

Friska smiled shyly. He went back to sipping ginger water. “Yes, sorry. Sleepy mulu innan.”

“Most stay up, anyway.”

Myria's sneer was undeniable. Friska admitted that what Myria said was true. The last few days he had raised his hand in a job that was moving too much. Friska's mood wants to keep lounging.

“Fris.”

“Hm.”

“You have your period?” Since then, Myria had not thought of asking that. After concluding some conjectures, he then issued such a question.

Hands immediately put the glass to the table, while Friska's two eyes rounded with a jolted expression. He looked to the side again. “My ...”

Friska's whining also made Myria shocked and confused. “What? How?”

“I'm pregnant, anyway? Aaa .. do not want to. No, My! Myria, please help me.”

It was completely beyond expectations of the response Friska showed. Usually, women know that they are pregnant, so happy or moved, but why is Friska different?

Having her best friend calm down, Myria sat back down. He got a chair, then spoke very slowly until the household assistants were astonished.

“Stories with me. Why can you do that? Is Mr. Zayyan .. sorry, not good with you until confused gini if you are actually pregnant? Should be, right, seneng, Fris.”

The sparkle of Friska's cheer is fading. His way of looking is also dimming. “No, coke. I just haven't thought about having a child for now. My wedding is only a month, My. I'm not satisfied with dating. There are children, my attention or Mas Zayyan must be happy.”

“Astaghfirullah, Friska. How can you have that thought? Don't like bad guesses. Inget, yes, Fris, God is according to the prejudice of His servant. Think carefully about all the destinies we face.”

Lips coated with nude lipstick was no longer denied. Friska took a breath, then exhaled heavily. His mind wandered even though he had just been given advice. Unknowingly, the hand rubs the stomach that is still flat.

Many times Myria assured that if her best friend was really pregnant, surely Mr. Zayyan would be happy. Friska did not refute anymore, but when seen from the look of her eyes still flushed worry.

“I'm happy if you're really pregnant. Go home from here, buy a testpack continue tomorrow. Don't forget to tell me. I'm sure Mr. Zayyan will be happy, kok.”

“Sayang ..” Space Voice becomes a chat breaker. The man came from the front and his steps sounded closer. Myria quickly moved and approached so that Angkasa would not scream anymore.

“Eh, Fris, I don't see you dating. Sorry, yes.” Since it was busy, Angkasa until it was not aware when Friska entered.

“No pa-pa, Ka. I came directly here earlier, you are still talking to the employee earlier.”

Space muttered while nodding.

“Ngapain was calling?” Myria reminded her husband not to ask questions.

“That, the kids are going home. Come on, get out.”

Myria. As the host, he also needs to say thank you for the arrival of the company's workers and its own boutique workers.

While Myria is busy with guests, Friska returns to her husband. He sat quietly, then took a meal that could have been eaten.

“Not seen you out earlier.” A statement from Mr. Zayyan welcomed Friska's arrival.

“Iya, Mas. Help out in the back.”

Pak Zayyan's lips said ‘oh’ and then continued to enjoy the food taken by his wife. He enjoyed the dish as well as the crowded atmosphere full of humans.

“Mas.”

“Ya, want to add?” Just called, Mr. Zayyan has offered something. However, his offer was rejected by Friska.

“If ... how pregnant am I?”

.

...—TBC—...

Is there a happy household without problems?

Nothing, yes, my sister in my writing. Hehehe

So yes, I can enjoy this writing. 🤗