My Beloved Husband's

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During the break Nana calls Salsa to come to her room.

“Doctor call me?” Ask Salsa who has arrived in Nana's room.

Doctor Nana nodded, “There are those who want to meet with doctor Salsa. Please sit!”

Salsa complied and sat down on the sofa that Nana pointed at. “Who, doc?” Salsa asked confusedly.

Nana who had been sitting on the sofa was now tilting her body facing the door of another room in her room. Then point towards that door. “Mama wants to meet you.”

Salsa turned her head in the direction Nana pointed. He could clearly see a middle-aged woman he knew walking towards him with a smile. “Mama.” Inner Salsa saw Sinta stepping towards her.

“Sa.. It's mama.” The words of the middle-aged woman were none other than Sinta. Mother who once left him and alm. Damar when he was a kid.

Salsa chest suddenly felt rumbling up and down. The feeling of hate that he had never expressed suddenly protested as if he wanted to be expressed. “Whose mother, yes?” Salsa asked pretending not to know Nana in a calm manner. He had to calm down at this moment so that no one would realize that he was pretending not to know Sinta.

Both Nana and Sinta were immediately stunned by Salsa's question. They had not expected Salsa to react that way.

“Sa, it's mama, son. Mama who gave birth to you.” Sinta moved closer to Salsa and was about to grab Salsa's hand but Dalsa instantly shifted her body away. “Sa?” Call Sinta glassy.

“Sorry, doctor Nana. I have to go.” Salsa stood up and just walked out of the room without waiting for Nana's reply.

“Salsa!!” Pekik Sinta was going after Salsa.

“Leave it, ma.” Hold Nana.

Sinta turned her head, “You are how the hell, Na. Mama should be after Salsa, why are you holding mama?” Sebal Sinta with the attitude of Nana who instead held him back when going after Salsa.

“Mama thinks she'll listen to mama this time?” Nana stared intently at Sinta who was already sitting on the sofa haughtily. The middle-aged woman shook her head, “Yes too yes, she must be upset.” Sinta.

“Have forgotten it. Anyway I'm sure she must have been devastated.” Nana said relax.

“You're sure he'll be destroyed?” Ask Sinta.

And, Nana nodded, “He was too innocent and kind. There's a mother who raised him where maybe he didn't melt. Mama relax, the important thing is mama has met him today.” Nana.

“Alright, then mama goes, yes!” Sinta got up and walked to Nana's desk to get her bag.

“Hm. Don't act. Mama has to keep up the attitude until Salsa accepts mama!” Nana's Message.

“Iya, mom knows.” Then pass to the exit.

While Salsa—dia did not directly go from Nana's room at that time. He waits in front of Nana's room eavesdropping on Nana and Sinta's conversation. When he heard Sinta would come out—Salsa immediately hurriedly hid behind the wall.

“What exactly is mama planning?” Salsa muttered looking at Sinta's back who was walking away from her sight.

After that, Salsa left and went back to her room.

“Salsa, where have you been? I'll let you know, don't you?” Tania protests as Salsa returns to her room.

“I'm from doctor's room Nana.” Salsa replied lethargicly and sat in her chair.

Tania turned her chair to face Salsa. “There's a problem?” Tanya Tania could read the uneasiness on Salsa's face.

“Tan, do you think maybe not the people who used to leave us suddenly come to us again for no reason?” Salsa asked Tania for her opinion.

Tania casually shook her head, “No. There must be a reason, as sorry may have left first.” Answer Tania.

Is it possible that my mother is sorry at this time? Inner Salsa.

“Why? Who left and suddenly came?” Ask Tania.

“Ngusir?”

“Ngak. From tomorrow you are drunk because there are many items that need to be brought.”

Tomorrow is Tania's last day working at this hospital because she will be moving to a bigger hospital. Salsa will also follow him later when there is a doctor who replaces him.

“Besok I packed it. Today I'm lazy.” Tania.

After work Salsa went to the obstetrician accompanied by Jordan.

“Congratulations, mother Salsa. You are pregnant, the gestational age is 4 weeks, congratulations also yes, sir.” The obstetrician spoke while looking at Salsa and then looked at Jordan.

Jordan was so dumb that he could not believe what the doctor said.

“Thanks, doc.” Salsa said, nudging Jordan's arm.

“Eh-iya, Thank you, doc.” Jordan regained his senses and acknowledged the gynecologist's words.

Jordan and Salsa asked many obstetricians what they should and should not do because even though Salsa is also a doctor but about pregnancy is not the family. And, again this is her first pregnancy, she needs a lot of information from who knows better.

“What do you want to eat, baby?” Jordan asked excitedly while occasionally kissing the back of Salsa's hand. They're on their way home right now. Jordan drove with one hand because his other hand was determined to hold Salsa's hand.

“I'm not a laper.” Answer Salsa. He has no appetite at this time. Salsa was still thinking about meeting Sinta at the hospital earlier.

“But, I'm hungry.” Jordan was honest. He did not eat lunch because he had to speed up his work to be completed before work hours were completed because he wanted to accompany Salsa to the obstetrician.

Salsa turned her head, “Yes have eaten anything up.” Salsa said pity to see Jordan starving.

“How much fried rice?”

“Bby.”

Jordan drove his car to their restaurant.

“It wasn't Jessi?” Salsa said she saw her sister-in-law also at the restaurant.

“Mana?” Jordan, who did not see him, asked and followed Salsa's index finger. “Iya tuh, want to join them?” Jordan sees Jessi being with her husband right now.

“Bby deh.” Then the two head to Jessi's and Yoga's table.

“Jes!” Call Salsa and the one he calls looks over.

“Eh, you guys want to eat?” Ask Jessi.

“It. If you come here to eat.” Salsa sat down next to Jessi without waiting in the door. “Halo, Mas.” Salsa greeting on Yoga and Yoga nods.

“Tumben Kia not coming?” Ask Jordan who is also already sitting next to Yoga.

“Sama Grandma, she's been there a few days.” Answer Yoga.

“Where are you from?” Ask Jessi. “Newly home from work?!” Jessi guessed a little at the appearance of Jordan who was still like an office person wearing a neat suit. Unlike the Yoga that is already dressed casually.

“We from—.” Jordan was about to speak from the obstetrician but his leg was kicked by Salsa.

“From the hospital, he picked me up keep stopping by to eat here.” Cut Salsa explained.

Jordan glanced at Salsa with a question mark look. Why don't they just run out of the birth doctor anyway? That's what Jordan is thinking right now.