My Only One's

Mom And Dad

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Amara stared at the photo of the ultrasound results of two fetuses in her stomach. He touched the surface with his fingertips, and convinced himself that it was not a dream.

The two four-week-old black dots are real and are now growing inside her womb.

"Don't look on. Don't think too much either. Everything's gonna be okay." He took the photo from the woman's hand.

He placed the object on the nightstand after glancing at it, then laid down his tall body beside Amara.

"That's ... two." said Amara.

"Your papa's genes are stronger? Haha." Galang laughing.

"Two loh Brother."

"Yes, continues?"

"Are we not going to be troubled?"

"Hawking?"

Amara nodded her head.

"It's only been discovered, but you're already afraid of hassles?"

"Not afraid of trouble."

"Keep why?"

"I'm afraid I can't take care of them." The woman chuckled.

"It's eight months away, and you can learn a lot. Read a book, watch a video, or chat with experienced people. Mommy, mom, mom. We can also hire people to help you take care of the kids."

Amara fell silent.

"But there's more I'm thinking about right now than your pregnancy." He rubbed his stomach gently.

"What?"

"Your father."

"Papa?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why Papa?"

"He's gonna dislike me even more."

"Hum?"

"Maybe Papa would hate me so much."

"Papa doesn't hate you, brother. Why do you have to hate Papa?"

"Because I made you pregnant while you were still like this. And yes, I don't think you've ever liked me."

"Sister ngaco!"

Galang shook his head.

"The evidence all this time Papa has never been friendly to me? His expression was always cold and flat."

"Why is that from there? Anyone who just knew? Not fit to enter Nikolai Group, Brother taught equally papa huh?"

"That's a different context Neng. Want to be in Nikolai Group or outside papa always be so to me."

"Baperan's brother." Amara sneers.

"I'm not a baperan. Your father was so to me."

"Everyone is like that."

Galang scrunched his mouth.

"Don't do it, Brother is ugly." The woman laughed as she scooped her husband's lips.

"Aren't you telling people yet?" Then he asked.

"What about?"

"My pregnancy."

"Yet. It was going to be now, but it was night." Staring at the clock on the nightstand.

"If so, don't."

"Huh?"

"Don't tell anyone" Amara said later.

"Why?"

The woman was silent to think.

"On papa who hates Big Brother, I think it's impossible. But Papa will be very worried."

"So?"

"I don't think we should ever tell anyone before I get well."

"What?"

"Everyone will be worried, let alone papa who will definitely be very protective of me. And I don't want that. I want to be ordinary, but papa can't be ordinary."

Galang frowned.

"Trust me."

"But this is happy news, Neng! Everyone should know."

"Yes, I know. But later if I'm healed. At least we can walk again."

"Maybe it'll be a long time." He got up and sat down cross-legged.

"Don't believe me?"

"What about?"

"If I can recover? Brother said I'd be cured?"

"Yes, but it's not possible in a month of therapy you're cured, right?"

"What if you could?"

Galang.

"Don't believe me?"

"Not so, the problem …."

"At tomorrow I want therapy? Did the doctor say that I can get therapy?"

"In your condition who is pregnant?" He touched the woman's stomach again.

"We tell the doctor first. I can."

"You sure? Therapy in pregnancy, not to mention having to take drugs and others? Wouldn't it be dangerous for our child?" The man rubbed Amara's stomach. Make him quiet while smiling. 

Why did it feel so happy when she heard her husband say those words?

"Are you smiling now?" galang protests that began to feel his worries.

"I'm a grin."

"Of course you should be happy. We're gonna have a kid, right?"

"It's not just that."

"What else does it matter?"

"Bas Denger Brother called our son."

"Huh?"

"That sounds romantic." Amara chuckles.

"Are you there?" He shuffled the hair on his head.

"Seriously." The woman laughed as she slid into his arms.

"Let's say it again!" she said she buried her head in her husband's chest.

"Say what?"

"Our son." Amara giggled amusedly.

"What the hell are you?"

"I told you it feels romantic."

"Did you?"

"Sister! Let's say it again!" Amara with a whimper.

"Gee!" False turning eye bols.

"Sister!" The woman looked up and then grabbed her face.

"Gee! Brother is not cool!"

"Why do you sound like Anya?"

"Isn't he? Am I funny like Anya?"

"Hum?"

"If our child will be like Anya funny too, huh? That cussy-pussy?"

"What?" React error.

"Our son is like Anya …."

"No way! Don't make it!"

"Lho's? Why is Anya so funny?"

"Can't! Enough Rania and Anya alone are similar. Our son, don't!"

"Ih, .. I told you Anya's funny."

"It's funny, but it's dizzy. Enough of them that make dizzy, not our children, Neng. I've been full of Rania since childhood, plus Anya. If it were added to our son I would be overwhelmed."

Amara smiled broadly.

"Don't talk carelessly. Our son should look like me or you."

"Am I funny?" amara said sillyly.

"You're more than funny."

"Aaaaa .. Big sister!" She blushed with her blushing cheeks.

"Gee! You're exaggerating! Look I said our son feels romantic. Listen I said you were funny?"

"Yes, I think my feelings are good again. Maybe because she's pregnant?"

"Hm …."

"So how?"

"How's what?"

"What about not telling people first?"

"That's again!"

"Yes, sister? Don't first. Wait two, what are the other three months? At least if I can walk."

"But …."

"Baby how protective papa is. Later I have to stay home again, everything is not okay. You want to like that?"

"Yes .. not really. That's why I brought you here, right? So that we are free to live the household, but …."

"Well! If you know, we will no longer be free. I told you papa would tell us to stay home, right?"

"Mh …."

"Or does your brother want that? We're staying with papa?"

"No!"

"Eat him, it's the same with me."

"ah! You're confusing me!"

"It won't be confusing if you're upset."

He rubbed his face rough. Her mind was torn in two between wanting to share the good news to the family, and the uncomfortable feeling of imagining what her in-laws would be like knowing their daughter's pregnancy. Especially because his condition has not recovered properly. His head suddenly shrunk let alone imagine how Arfan's expression was.

"Your father will definitely nag."

"It is yes."

"Are you going to get angry?" 

"Eat him." Amara added to the man's concerns, but he was convincing if the father's attitude was common.

"So?"

"We're a secret first, right?" Amara remained on her feet.

"You sure?" Again asked.

"Related. And if you believe me, I'm sure I can walk again, too."

The man breathed deeply.

"OKay?" Amara raised her eyebrows. "Not long, just a month or two. If papa'ya years after I can walk will definitely be nothing."

"Really?" Galang.

"Really."

"Are you sure you can walk in a month or two?"

"Must be sure."

"Hm …."

"Sister?"

"Alright, fine! But if there's anything before two months, I'll let everyone know without your consent!" Finally, Galang surrendered.

"OK!"

"We're just negotiating?"

"Well, hahaha."

"Ck!" Galang clucked in annoyance.

"Don't do it, Papa. The cocks will disappear!" Amara touched her husband's cheek, which instantly made the man speechless.

"If Brother Kesel later I will not calm down" he said again, then he glanced spoiled.

"What did you say?"

"Don't spit."

"No, before that?"

"Later the handsome is gone?"

"Before again."

"Umm ... Papa?"

One corner of Galang's lips was pulled upwards with his blushing cheeks. His nose was even kembis with an incomparably happy feeling.

"What?"

"You call me Papa?"

"Yes, continues?"

"Have you just been caught pregnant?"

"Why indeed? Isn't it true that we're going to be mom and dad?"

The man chuckled in anxiety.

"Did you?"

"I can't believe we're going to be parents?"

"But it's real, right? There are two." Amara pointed to her belly, where now had been the fruit of their love.

"Yes it's true." Galang nodded then laughed.

"Mama and Papa heh?" said the man again.

"Hm …."

Then Galang embraced Amara's body while rubbing her stomach. Trying to feel what was now present between the two of them. And he felt very happy because of it.

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