My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [AM ]

Kaysan POV.

My travels accompanying Rinjani's pregnancy made me happy. Many trivial things that I feel it actually makes our love flourish. From starting to accompany her to do silly things, to being her guinea pig, and following weird things that made my head wooze on its own, but it all made me happy. There was a chance to feel the most beautiful gift of God growing in my wife's womb.

The movements of Dalilah who kicked as if still felt in the palm of my hand.

I began to be troubled by the news that Rinjani often cried cry crybaby, and became quiet.bOften I imagined his face that grimaced in pain.

There was a time when I regretted being there for not being beside him. Rinjani must have gone through her own predicament. Difficulty conceiving my daughter.

I exhaled deeply with the cigarette smoke that became my escape now. There is no Rinjani, cigarettes so, the important thing is there is something I sip.

I'm not a hypocrite, Rinjani's absence makes me feel lonely, my manhood only stiffens in the morning and gets wrinkled with the cold. I really want my fantasy to play wild, but the absence of a rival who is my opponent, makes me lazy to think of things that are fun and fruitful shake in the bathroom.

All this time I tried to seek approval from the school to compensate me for the termination earlier than the due date of the employment contract. But they love me too much and wish I would still teach until the arts and culture event between spring schools in my degree.

I exhaled slowly before standing up and exiting my room.

"Sir.." call me to my in-laws.

"Hmmm..."

"Hungry."

"Manja... cook it yourself! You again dizzy to make a resignation letter while later when married must be in the KBRI."

"If so you just get married first, then just resign. Just dizzy."

I turned the stove knob. Lately I've only been cooking canned food that stays heated, or if not instant noodles.

"Tomorrow to go home, Kay?"

"So. Do you want to drop something?"

"Titip my daughter, she'll whiny more than my granddaughter."

I chuckled briefly, "It's been Rinjani that you leave me, since you chose to live in Australia and study here." I stirred the canned sledge that Mother brought at that time.

"Yes. and the choice of the Father is not wrong leave Rinjani to you. You will not take it unless you want Rinjani back to you. The seconds a wife will give birth are the most awaited seconds all wives. Jani needs you."

I brought two dishes of rice and gudeg to the dining table.

"Rinjani strong. As strong as ever to face a drunken Father."

My in-laws were stunned and irritated at the same time by my voice.

"If I had rejected it, you would have continued to chase my son and become a beggar of love! Remember that well!"

A faint smile expands. Right, I will be a beggar of love if Rinjani rejects me. Long ago.

*

I brought a large suitcase filled with souvenirs for Rinjani and Dalilah. All of them contained baby clothes that Laura and Anne had bought. They both became more familiar like mother and son. And, Anne no longer bothers me. He thought of me as his Fathers, I was like a father, and he regretted ever liking me.

Laura is excited to welcome her first grandchild. Anne who posed as an older sister to Dalilah wanted her sister to look pretty like her.

"Be careful, daddy. I'll see mommy." Anne waved her hand, beside her were Father and Laura. Anne did consider Rinjani to be her little mother, because her height was far below Anne.

"Hmm.., take care of yourself. Please select your friends for the show. I'll send you the screenplay by email."

"Yes, daddy." Anne let out a long breath and smiled slightly.

"For sure, take care, get home safely. Kabarin if Rinjani has given birth, another one, put on a unicorn." Laura was a little screaming. The three of them waved their hands. I nodded, replying with a smile.

My hope soared, as high as an airplane piercing through the clouds. My arrival that I do not hide, like carrying a threat as well as hope. Threat to my enemies and hope to Rinjani.

My heart is melancholic, it only takes me seven hours to meet Rinjani and Dalilah.

*

Eight hours later.

It was still dark and the streets were still quiet. The car that picked me up arrived at Sasmita's mother's house. I sneaked into Sasmita's mother's house because I had the spare key.

Who would have thought, I just arrived at the living room. I saw Rinjani come out of Nanang's room, she was walking limped while holding her back. Face's messy. So right, every night he would starve and have trouble sleeping.

I passed many opportunities to get the title of husband standby. I approached him secretly. Because there was no way I could have made such a big furore this early by surprising Rinjani.

*

Rinjani POV.

I woke up earlier than usual. I can close my eyes for a few hours. My mind is not calm. I was completely different at the lowest point of my life. I'm having a tremendous mood change.

It was still dark in the morning and there was only the sound of chickens crowing as I dragged my feet shuntily towards the kitchen. Ever since last night I was hungry, but the pain that pressed my back made it even harder for me to move on. Often my stomach cramps and feels hard, it feels heartburn is amazing like wanting a pup but still bearable.

Arriving in the kitchen I wanted to make chocolate milk and eat some fresh bread with peanut butter. With a reluctant but needy feeling, I made it quickly. It didn't take long, all the toilets weren't left.

After that I was confused about what to do. Because usually early in the morning I will go to the park for a walk. But this morning-I-I was only able to lean on the dining-room chair.

In silence I closed my eyes while gently rubbing my stomach. There are still two rakaats that I have to work on. As much as I could, I concentrated my body to stand up. I sighed softly, opening my heavy eyes.

Honestly, I didn't dream about Kaysan. But my eyes caught her figure in front of the dining table, looking at me with her sweet smile.

I also smiled, "Baba." I said.

"It's baba, hug it."

I'm shaking. "Fake crap..."

"This is the real baba, just touch it. You're not dreaming."

I struggled to stand up, but the figure swiftly helped me. "Rig..." My eyes are round, the touch is real. I stared at the look on Kaysan's face that looked completely real.

"Kok..kokcu..mr." His reply while showering kisses on my cheek, my forehead and ending a friendly kiss on my lips.

"Mother..." I put my hand around his neck, "Prophe. go home..."

Kaysan stroked my back softly, calming.

"Mother..."

"Ssttt..."

Kaysan hugged me. My distended stomach was squeezed further by her tight embrace until it felt like there was a warm liquid coming out rapidly from the********* I was wearing.

"MAS... MY AMNIOTIC RUPTURE!!!"

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