My dear wife My wife is Malang

The past let it pass

Pov's Sahir

I don't feel like my marriage to Nisha has entered its fifth month. Living together with those we love is impressive. In the morning the first person I saw was Nisha. Her sweet smile became a booster mood in itself for me.

Aah, thank God for all the favors you have given me.

As usual, every morning Nisha always diligently prepares all my needs, ranging from clothes and breakfast. Yes, she is a dream wife. Although there was Bi Irah, the housekeeper I deliberately chose to ease Nisha's daily work. In the beginning Nisha refused, when I said I would bring Bi Irah as ART in our house, she said she was still able but I married her not only to make her babu. I'm spoiling Nisha too much? Yes, because it deserves it as a form of my gratitude because he has been willing to be my companion forever.

" My wife's most beautiful morning" Kuhadiahi kissed her morning on the cheek while hugging her slender body from behind.

" Morning is also my most handsome husband" said Nisha did not want to lose, I like it.

" My favorite fried rice cook, huh? " i saw he was preparing the ingredients.

" yes, I haven't cooked my fried rice in a long time"

" Whatever you're cooking, I'm definitely eating, honey. My wife's most delicious cuisine" Kuciumi again her smooth cheeks that have become opium to me.

Nisha chuckles in amusement because of me, "Maass, don't disturb dong ahh, gelii tauu" he said.

"But like it, right?" I answered looking for justification.

" Mas wait first at the dining table, I finished the cooking first yes, Mas coffee later hunted cold you know" he said while directing my gaze to the coffee glass that was already on the table.

" Okay," I let go of my hug before I could steal another kiss on her cheek and successfully made Nisha whine.

I always liked that expression.

While enjoying coffee, I reached for the device and then saw the schedule of my activities today at the company. It turns out that today my activities are pretty solid. Sometimes I see Nisha who is still struggling with her cooking, she always looks charming in any situation. Hhhhh, why am I so bucin. Nothing against his own wife.

The focus on my gaze was diverted when Nisha started sauteing fried rice seasoning, she seemed to be holding something back, her mouth and nose she covered as the seasoning began to smell the typical smell of fried rice.

" Why are you, baby?" I went to him.

" Don't know Mas, at the end of this I like nausea if you smell the cooking spices" he replied while continuing to focus on scraping the egg he just broke.

I haven't asked back yet, Nisha is like someone who's about to vomit.

"uuoooo"

" Aahh sorry Mas, I don't mean but I'm really nauseous" he said lethargic still covering his mouth and nose.

Sweat started to rise on his forehead. I was worried about his current situation.

" You catch a cold maybe, the cooking does not need to be continued, so later Aunt continued" I felt his forehead that had been drenched in cold sweat.

" What's wrong, I'll be better too.

I'm good well aj-..." Not yet able to continue his words, Nisha had run to the washbasin.

" Bi, please continue cooking" I asked as I ran to Nisha.

" Yes, sir" Bi Irah took over Nisha's duties.

Nisha is still nauseous, she's like a car drunk, but she doesn't even let out anything.

I kept massaging my wife's nape, hoping it would help a little.

I wiped a few pieces of tissue when Nisha was done, I cleaned the remaining water wash on her father's face.

" You're not good, baby" I said as I looked at her pias-changing face.

" Not to worry, Mom. At most I relapsed. Later I take the medicine will be cured immediately" he replied calmly as he gently stroked my cheek.

But the answer still did not make my anxiety disappear. I led Nisha to the dining chair. His face looks pale.

" Didn't go to the office today, I'm worried, honey, even if you said you're okay, I still can't calm down"

"Maass, don't go overboard ahh, I'm really fine"

Before long Bi Irah approached with a fried rice dish that was ready. Nisha's facial features drastically changed when the steam of fried rice cooking started tickling her nose.

"Tuuhh right, what's good, don't be reckless. You need to see a doctor, I'm calling Dara now"

" Pregnant mother may, sir"

"PREGNANT???" seruku surprised.

" It may be, sir. Judging from the symptoms it seems like the middle mother is two-bodied" continued Bi Irah.

My eyes were on Nisha.

" Which, are you really pregnant?"

Nisha shook her head, "Where do I know, Yang"

"Sorry before, Mom. Last time you came by the moon, when? Do you remember?" Ask Bi Irah

"Oh yeah, I didn't come to the moon last month. Counting I'm 3 weeks late, ma'am"

Nisha's answer really made me happy.

" So you're really pregnant" I held her hand.

" To make sure it's better in the first test, sir at home" a statement from Bi Irah had disappointed me.

Bi Irah entered towards the kitchen, before long she returned with a pregnancy test kit and gave it to Nisha.

Nisha stared doubtfully at the test kit, she looked at me as if asking for approval. I nodded my head steadily giving him confidence.

"I'm afraid the results are negative, Mom. I'm afraid you're disappointed" he said.

"sstt, you can't talk like that, whatever the outcome I receive" I replied with support even though in the deepest heart, I was honestly afraid of disappointment.

Nisha let out a heavy sigh, considering for a while then she walked towards the toilet.

Waiting, hoping for anxiety. I was like a person waiting for the results of my percentage in front of foreign investors. It feels more than that tension.

Why is Nisha long inside, Aakhh is frustrating me. Cold sweat began to wet the palms.

fyuuhhh

" Steady Sahir, tenaangg" I tried to calm down.

The toilet door opened, Nisha came out slowly with the test results in hand.

" How??" I asked enthusiastically but vanished when I saw the look on Nisha's sad face.

"Without anything, we still have plenty of time" I hugged Nisha tightly stroking her hair hoping that I could cheer her up.

" Positive" shrieked Nisha's voice in my ear.

" What??" I was surprised by the whisper just now. I let go of the hug, I grabbed her shoulder tightly.

Nisha smiled cheerfully as she nodded her head, "I'm pregnant, Mas. We're gonna have a baby"

Unaware I jumped for joy, "Yuhuuuu, I'm going to be a father. Thank you, dear, thank you for giving me so much happiness in my life" I carried Nisha so happy.

Bi Irah chuckled amusedly at my behavior.

" Congratulations, ma'am, sir" he said.

Nisha blushed in shame, so happy that we did not realize the presence of anyone other than us here.

" Thank You, Bi" Nisha said.

**connected

Thank God, after a hiatus for some time, this story can finally continue again.

Thank you to MANGATOON who has provided a container for my bias story idea. Hopefully in the future I can be better

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