My husband, Doctor Adrian

Touched

We're in the obstetrician's room. Nathan convinced me that sooner or later I should check my contents.

A female doctor in a white coat examined my uterus with an ultrasound device.

"Well, congratulations, sir, Mom.. His son is healthy and can be seen beating his heart on the monitor."

Nathan and I both saw a small round object flickering on the screen. We were not even surprised at the statement of the doctor who considered us a married couple. I can't focus. I feel nauseous. I don't want to be here. I wondered in my heart if I should routinely check my womb. To be honest, I was scared. I was afraid to think about how Mama would react if I told her about my pregnancy. Will he hate me? Hating this baby?

"I've prescribed vitamins for Mom. Oh yeah, one more thing. It looks like you can gain a little more weight. Don't forget to always eat nutritious food, yes, ma'am.. Congratulations again, ma'am, sir." the doctor's words mean nothing to my ears.

I can't focus on taking care of this baby if I haven't been completely honest with Mama.

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After the doctor, Nathan and I decided to have dinner. We decided to walk to a French restaurant near the hospital.

The weather that night was very windy.

"Have you heard the doctor say? You have to eat a lot." Nathan told me.

"You cold?" nathan asked as soon as I didn't answer him.

I shook my head but Nathan kept his khaki-colored coat on my shoulder.

"Have you told him?" nathan asked suddenly. His face turned soft, but when he was in the doctor's room, he looked happy. At that time I knew that he was asking Adrian.

I'm shaking.

"Please, don't tell anyone about this." I asked.

He fell silent and lowered his head. When he looked up his head again to look at me, he smiled a little. "Married me." she said quickly.

I scrunched both eyebrows.

Nathan took both my hands. "We can get married tomorrow, if you want."

"Do you think marriage is the answer?" my many.

His face turned sad. It's not hard to read it. It is like a book full of easy to understand writing. Adrian is like a book full of puzzles. Strange as it may seem, always think of a man who is not beside you.

"I'll take responsibility for the child in your womb, Lula."

And let you take responsibility for something you didn't do?

"I'm just thinking about your son's future" he continued. "I think. if you don't want to.."

I shed tears. I really feel annoyed at him. Who is he so he has the right to do that? What did he say just now? Thinking about my son's future? Does he think. I can't think for myself? Did he think..by marrying her..all the problems will be solved just like that?

Nathan pulled my hand. "Lula, what's wrong?"

He realized I was crying.

"Can... you not.. talk about this again? Be ill. It hurts a lot." I said trying to talk without a hiccup.

Containing and alone. This burden is heavy.

He pulled me into his arms. He stroked the top of my head

"I know, La.. I know.." he said and for the first time in months, I felt a little calm.

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When my crying subsided, he asked me again if I was okay, if there was any food I wanted to eat, and so on. He was very good to me. I didn't feel good for him, because he hadn't eaten. To be honest, I was hungry too. We decided to continue our plans to eat at a French restaurant.

Arriving there, a guest greeted us.

"Is there a private place here?" ask Nathan.

"One escargots du beurre and one rib-eye" Nathan told the waiter.

I opened the menu and read quickly. "One creamy spinach pasta and.. Oh yes, what wine.." I was about to ask the waiter.

Nathan reprimanded me. "You can't." he said.

I patted my forehead. I forgot that I was pregnant.

"Sorry, I forgot.. You want?" ask again.

He shook.

Tumben, batin. I know for a fact that he doesn't drink because I don't either.

"Don't you order appetizers?" ask Nathan.

"I'm not so hungry." I said.

"But you haven't eaten yet.." Nathan tried to argue with me.

I looked at the waiter beside us. "Of course, that's all. Thank you." I said. The waiter also left.

In the middle of our dinner, I accidentally dropped a fork. I tilted my body to grab the fork that fell under the table. When I looked up, Nathan was already on top of me. One hand touched my forehead. When I sat up again and Nathan returned to his chair, I realized that his hand had become a barrier between my head and the table. He didn't want me to stumble over the table. I smile. He's a good guy. He is like a male character written by a female writer. Everything fictitious that he made real always touched me day by day, making me seem to forget the reality that is ready to hit me at any time.

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The next day, I was shocked as I was preparing to leave for the office. Nathan's car he just bought. It is not usually early in the morning that he comes home. A man in his late thirties got out of the car.

"Good morning, Mom. I'm Jonas, told Mr. Nathan to be Mom's driver."

I took my phone in my bag.

"Nathan then? You're.." I have trouble putting my words together.

"Yes, La? I figured.. You must have been helped by that driver. He's my family's driver, La. I've worked for years with me. Or.. Would you rather Joe be your driver?"

Joe's? Personal assistant and driver? Has he gone mad?

"I can drive myself!" pekikku slowly. I stay away from Mr. Jonas, not wanting to offend him.

"With that old car? Lula, please understand. It's for your own good. I don't like to see you bother just to get to the office every day. I won't take no from you, okay? I'm sorry I can't get there, I've done a lot of work."

"But I can't pay.."

"Shhhhh.. Already, don't think about it. Don't you have to go to the office now? Later late? Hm?" softly said.

He is very clever at words. Not only that, but his heart is also good. I was touched by his kindness. Maybe I'll try to refuse the gift again, but later when we meet in person.

"alright. See you." I cut off the phone.

That morning, Mr. Jonas drove me in a new Volvo Nathan bought a few months ago. At that moment I realized. What possible.. Nathan purposely bought this car for.. Ah, I don't think so. I stared at the window, tossing my mind at the sky that looked so bright this morning.

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