My husband's a servant's son

Episode 49's

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"Where's Doc? Is she okay?" ms. Sazkia asked Dr. Rangga.

"Nothing serious, Miss Salma is just slovenliness and too much thought. It's better for a while not to let him get too much activity and do not be tired first. Because it will be very dangerous with the fetus that is in the birth," explained Doctor Nita who made everyone surprised.

"A-what Doc? You mean my son's pregnant?" asked Bu Sazkia who was in a small nod.

"So I'll have a great-grandchild? Alhamdulillah," said Oma was happy. Currently they are in his room Salma, Mr. Devan accidentally called Doctor Rangga here because he happened to have his number and already know him as well. And also this is still very early in the morning, surely the clinic is not yet open.

"Yes, that's probably it. To be more clear, we should ask Miss Salma first if it is rumored. Because I'm not her specialist doctor so it's not certain she's actually pregnant or not" she said.

Not long before Salma's fingers moved, he blinked his eyes several times and looked around in wonder.

"I-i why?" salma asked while trying to sit down.

"Darling you don't move much first. Oma does not want Oma's great-grandson for anything," said Oma Ratu enthusiastically.

Salma frowned in surprise, "Squeak?"

"Dear dear soon Oma will have a great-grandchild from you," hearing the words of Omanya made Salma surprised.

"J-so I'm pregnant?" salma asked in disbelief as she stared one by one at the person in her room. From Oma Ratu, Bu Sazkia, Mr. Devan then looked at Doctor Rangga who was still there.

"Sorry before, did Miss Salma ever have intercourse with your husband before he died?" asked Dr. Rangga doubtfully.

Salma fell silent and then she nodded in embarrassment, "Oh, that's all."

"When was the last period?" ask again.

Salma fell silent as she thought, "Mmm don't know Doc. All I remember was last month and it looks like I'm late now" he said.

"Hmmm okay-okay it looks like you are indeed pregnant. But in order to know whether or not you should try the test pack. I'm not a specialist so I don't know anything. I'm sorry."

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Salma was standing near the sink while staring at the small object before her with a feeling of anxiety. He blinked his eyes several times while occasionally sighing violently.

"Huftt ... Calm down, Salma, you have to be calm" he said, calming himself down and slowly picking up a small object in front of him.

Salma opened her eyes slowly and looked at the little thing that was now in her hands, "J-so I'm really pregnant?" his tank couldn't believe it while closing its slightly open mouth.

Salma looked at her still-soaked stomach. Then stroked her gently, "Pity of this child, surely she will be sad after birth later because without a Papah," he said and did not feel his tears dripping back.

Salma again sobbed in the bathroom of her room until she felt nauseous again.

"Rivehrsk ... Hwekk ..."

"Why are you again, baby?" asked Bu Sazkia worried about who had just come.

"Well," Salma rushed into his arms, sobbing.

"A-I'm actually pregnant Mah, hikss-hikss ..." she said.

"Yes Alhamdulillah dong darling. Why are you crying? Don't you want to get pregnant?" ask her mom seriously.

Ms. Sazkia stretched her arms and cupped the pretty face of her only daughter, "You can't say that. There are Mamah, Oma, Papah, Bi Sisil, Mang Cricket, Mang Frog, and Mr. Mamat is also here. It will definitely help you. In fact, it seems that in this house there will be many small people, surely they are very happy," said Mamahnya while smiling gently stroking her son's hair.

Salma nodded then smiled faintly, "Your dear spirit should be strong. Do not despair because of losing your husband, your future is still long. Rise up, don't keep getting sad like this. Your husband will also be sad to see you cry every day every night until your eyes are swollen anyway."

"Yes, I feel sad and guilty too. Moreover, I have not been able to say thank you and sorry to him," said Salma while looking down.

Ms. Sazkia again stroked her daughter's hair while tucking her hair that covered her eyes, "Dear you don't have to be sad so sorry baby Mending you do'ain she may be calm in nature there. Oh my granddaughter Oma what do you want hhmm? Don't want anything?" he asked while gently stroking Salma's flat stomach.

"You can make chicken soup to eat. Then the snacks will be the same cake. But Salma who keeps Mama helping, can't you?" his tank.

"May dong darling, uh but can you make soup with cake?" asked Mama while linking her eyebrows together.

"Mamah ngeremehin me, ya can dong. Jaka used to teach," said Salma who again sad to remember the name of her husband.

"Dear, let's make it now!" take Ms. Sazkia while holding her child's hand to walk to the kitchen.

"Who is Mah? How not to be seen from earlier after the departure of Doctor Rangga?" salma asked as she chuckled in search of her Papa.

"You forgot, baby? Papah has to work. He again intervened because it is not possible that you will continue the Papah company with your condition like this. Especially now that you are two-bodied," said Mamahnya.

Oh iyah so the company of the Alexander family has re-emerged because Mr. Devan has taken care of all his problems. And when it comes to the house of Salma that was burned down. So Mr. Mamat was told to work in the main residence of the Alexander family, pity also if fired. If Bi Inez doesn't come back.

"You just cut carrots well, remember not to do too much activity first well. That's the carrot in the wash first," said Mamahnya who in reply small nods.

Salma began to wash the carrots, clean the skin and cut them like what Jaka had once taught. Now her mind comes back to the memory of her and her husband when he was in the kitchen the first time he made soup first. Until ...

"Aww!"

"Why you, baby?" ask her mother to worry.

"Shit! Gapapa kok Mah is just to slice it just now."

"Where do you try Mamah to see? It's bloody wash first baby, then love plaster just so it's not complicated," said Ms. Sazkia while washing her child's wounds, taking plaster and sticking it on the wound.

"Eat it do not daydream mulu so bloody gini right," he said.

"Salma just remembered him as Mah, how patient he was when he taught Salma to cook. Salma failed to make soup several times, but she was not angry and gave up. He kept teaching Salma how to do it," Salma returned sad.

"Patience, baby, you've sat down. Let Mamah make the same soup as the cake."

"Gak Mah Salma here just look at Mamah cook," Salma said.

Ms. Sazkia sighed and then she chose to wrestle with her kitchen. Salma just stared at her mother who was cooking. The shadow with him now always crossed his mind.

Seeing his mother who was stirring the soup he remembered Jaka who also used to teach while holding his hand and hugging him. He smiled faintly and soon the smile disappeared when he saw his mother who had just finished making soup and intended to make cake.

Bu Sazkia opened the flour to make him also remember with him when he could not open the flour to make them finally play scribbles of flour to the cheeks and finally play a chase. Laughing while playing tickle.

"Darling hey, why daydream?" asked Ms. Sazkia who saw her son even daydreaming while crying.

Salma awoke from her daydream, she wiped her tears and smiled, "Who is Mah."

"Yes already mending now you eat the soup first well while waiting for Mamah to make cake," said Mamahnya who was nodded by Salma.

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