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Pregnancy News Rania

The sound of the dawn prayer woke us up, coincidentally this contract was very close to the mosque. Mas Galih got up and immediately got ready for the morning prayers at the mosque.

While I was still a shroud in bed but with eyes that were open.

Finally morning too, my heart. I can't wait to check on my pregnancy. Precisely a candidate for pregnancy, because it is not yet certain, hehehee.

But for a moment I think back, undo my intentions, because later if mas Galih until the contract still sees me not yet also pray dawn, I can be out of anger.

7 Days 7 nights g slesei he nyerocos nonstop advising me. All right, I'll fulfill my duty first. Only then will I check this certainty.

After the dawn prayer, I immediately rushed to the bathroom that had been holding back urination, immediately I took a small container to hold it.

Then slowly I began to open the contents of the plastic small blue box. Sensitive, as written. Paper material objects that are rich in shape and about 7cm in length.

Slowly I began to put it in a container containing my urine earlier, waiting 1 minute and then I lifted it according to the instructions written in the packaging.

Then I was still waiting for him, and it started to look like red lines popping up, faint and then it started to look thick. Two red lines are clearly visible. It means I'm positive, my mouth is gaping, shocked to see the results.

Pleased, confused, moved all mixed into one. My hope will come true God.

I'll have a child soon. Thank you for your priceless blessing. Only 3 months married have been given this trust.

Hopefully the married couples out there who have not got it soon may be Alloh love that trust. Aamiins.

I immediately went out to the room, and there was already a Galih mas who had just returned from the mosque. My eyes sparkled impatiently to tell him this good news.

"Massss, I've checked this, know what the outcome is?".

"What?" tanyanya short.

"Taraaaaa, I'm pregnant mas, there are 2 lines here" I showed the testpek to mas Galih.

"Alhamdulillah Ran" he replied without any appreciation that disappointed me.

"Lhoh mas, that's it. Glad to have kids?" tanyaku pouting.

"Not that g happy Ran, yes definitely happy. Only this mas not yet dapet work also, later given what our child after birth? Not also you certainly need nutritious foods during this pregnancy. Money from where?"

"Yes so mas should keep trying to find work ya mas, if really surely Alloh kabulkan kok".

"Trus do you think I've ever really been looking for what job?" his tone began to rise.

It seems that Galih was offended by my words. Mas Galih was never excited if the problem of running a job. He is very ideological.

He wants to do business, be independent. He's the kind of person who g wants dictated, g wants to be arranged by others. He wants to arrange. But if g has capital, want to be flanked? Want to wait for a hungry wife's child? Very selfish indeed.

He should be able to think more maturely. Now he has the dependents of a wife and her future child. Whatever his work is important halal, and certainly the wife's children are not hungry.

Yesterday he was in business, capitalizing on money from his father of 100 million, but unfortunately has not been lucky. Mas Galih went bankrupt, because it turned out that his business partner was a fraud, his money was taken away all, there was no capital left.

So that made his father angry so much. 100 million proceeds to sell kebon, which is expected to bear sweet fruit for the business mas Galih. But it turns out that destiny says something else.

I also gave money again for the initial capital. Afraid of going bankrupt again. But if the name of the business is like that, there are times when you get profit, there are times when you lose money.

But what father knows about that. He's the soul of the farmer, so don't know what the business is like, how. The idea is that effort will be profitable. Wong udab out a lot of money to make capital.

Since the news of my pregnancy, that was the beginning of my and Galih mas so often noisier. Something as simple as that can be prolonged. Especially if it's not a money issue.

Our savings slowly began to thin. Mas Galih did not seem to intend to find a job. What kind of man is this, am I wrong to have married him.

The guy I knew 4 years ago turned out like this. This is beyond my expectations. Really, he wasn't like this.

One by one, we had to sell our valuables. A fairly expensive bag we finally sold. All for the sake of connecting life ahead.

Expensive shoes, suitcases that we rarely use, also dispensers did not escape the goods that entered our sales list. Money is thinning, while the insider is not at all. How about it again.

That night, a week after I told the news of my pregnancy to Mas Galih. But it seems that Galih has not yet got his job.

"Is there a work call?" ask suddenly.

"Not yet, be patient. People find g work as easy as turning the palm of the hand" he answered ketus.

Deggs... Astarghfirullah's. My husband is why. Asked rich that's the answer gus good gini. You have to not ask. Nyari aja's disease.

"Owh yeah sorry, I'm just the name. Keep the spirit yes mas, adek sure mas can".

I tried to strengthen the Galih mas, even though I myself was fragile. And try to strengthen yourself.

"Yes, eat yuk, I've lager this much" I tried to melt the atmosphere.

"Ayok Ran, mas also laper. Buy what side dish were you ahead of?".

Since our finances continue to thin, while income is not there, we have to really manage it well. Every night we always buy soto in front of 1 portion only.

Yes, that was enough for both of us to eat. Because at home I've been cooking rice. That was enough to make us full. Soto worth 5,000 already thank God.

Tonight passed without any discussion. Since I was pregnant I could control my emotions, as well as the Galih mas. He often thinks if arguing with me, do not want to lose.

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This morning I was preparing breakfast, cooking rice and cooking 1 pack of boiled noodles for two. Stewed noodles added rice that is quite a lot, will certainly make us full.

I finished eating and asked the same thing as yesterday. About work.

"Alhamdulillah satiated ya mas" I began the pleasantries.

"Yes Ran, I'm also full of this".

While taking a cigarette on the table, light it, then immune to throwing smoke. Mas Galig is a heavy smoker. Though I was pregnant, taolpi she seemed to care.

You guys, so selfish. When financial again difficult rich gini still had time to think about cigarettes, even though instead of buying cigarettes 20,000 will mending his money to buy side dishes.

Trus how the fate of the fetus that is in the stomach here. She needs to eat healthy food, needs positive energy from her mother especially. This is not food, nor positive energy I get.

Cook yes I have to ask my parents for money for all this. What they said later. They will demean my husband for not being able to support me.

I don't want to sacrifice that. I still have a feeling of compassion for my husband, his pride will certainly fall greatly. Then what should I do?

I came out of the room to avoid the longer commotion fountains, heading for the living room. Sitting shoulder to shoulder in a wooden chair owned by a rented mother. Exfoliating the stomach that has not been seen there is content.

Son, forgive mama yes, mama has not been able to make you happy. Sorry sorry sorry son. Not feeling a grain of tears dripping on the cheek. It is like a waterfall that flows from a height.

Not regretting the presence of this baby. But regretting why I couldn't do anything.

Do I have to work myself, go back to the factory where I worked before getting married first. The salary is good there, UMR 2jt has not been added overtime.

But I abandoned my intentions again, I thought again. I'm pregnant young again, can I work that rich rodi again? It feels impossible, this will be dangerous for my fetus.

Allohs... Give your help for me. I have to how. Strong boy, strong in there. We fought together. You will try as hard as your mother for your happiness. Mama will do anything for you, don't worry, baby. I'm back to rubbing this stomach.

Suddenly Galih came to me to the living room. Soon I wiped my cheek. I'm sure she knows I'm crying. But it turns out that he chose to pretend and ignore it.

"Tomorrow we'll go home to my parents' house, Ran" he suddenly spoke.

"Hahhh, what is mas? Going home? To Malang?" surprised me.

"Yes, than we're here dangling. Tomorrow we leave early in the morning using the motor just let it be economical".

Whaatttt... To Malang use a motorbike? Crazy what this guy is. I'm still in a young pregnant state gini invited motoran. Though the distance to Malang can be up to 12 hours drive. I have a heart for people.

"Why use a motor? This supercool is shaking. Not strong yet mas" I tried to reject it subtly.

"Trus, what are you going there for? The train? How many train costs Ran. 1 person only 300 thousand, if riding a motor g until 100 thousand in fact, fill gasoline 3 times aja, the motor is economical".

"Yes Alloh mas, think again, this cassian in the stomach. 300 Thousand times more valuable than your own son" I still don't accept.

I'm still trying to push it hard, I don't want anything to happen to my son. G wants. This is the man who started the calculation.

"Ran, if the fetus is strong and Allah predestines it for us, we can certainly. Another also if Alloh has not predestined for us yes surely there will be no way. You need to be that way".

"Yes Allaah mas have the heart of you" my mouth began to explode - letot, holding back tears that had been at the end of the eye.

"Bismillah Ran" he said, then stood up and left me alone in the guest room.

Inevitably I have to follow also said mas Galih, but on the other hand I still worry about what will happen later. I still can't imagine, what would happen later if I actually ride a motorcycle until Malang.

Are you still going to be faithful with your mom in that belly, son? Yes, strengthen us.

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