My son, not my son

Chapter 52. Nawal, huh?

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There was a loud noise. Like something big fell.

And now, it was the body of a little boy that had fallen on the asphalt. Drooping weak helpless. There was a lot of blood on the side of the body. That little girl, none other than Nawal.

Instantly, the road that initially ran smoothly, now jammed completely. Can't move even a little bit. Some get off the car or motorcycle to see what happens and some choose to wait until the traffic jam is over.

But some choose to observe, find out the situation and conditions that are happening. Many feel pity and many are just indifferent.

Shortly after, the ambulance arrived. Some nurses carried stretchers, then helped the authorities they secured the drooping body. Put it on the stretcher and bring it into the ambulance.

An ambulance drove, leaving the crowd, after being ordered by the authorities to pull over the car so that the ambulance could pass.

Ambulance car sirens were unpretentious with police car sirens. Make the streets noisy.

One by one, the car started moving. The road slowly began to return to normal. Continuing the pace that had stopped for a while.

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At the house of Ela's father-in-law right now. The atmosphere is quiet too. Only two people at home. There's Heera's mother-in-law Ela and Ela herself. Hanai and Papa Ghaffar had left for work earlier.

Tok tok tok tok

"Ela," called Heera's mama while knocking on her daughter-in-law's room door.

There is no truth from within. Mama Heera knocked back on the door. But strictly speaking, there is no lawfulness.

"Maybe she's taking a bath," she said.

Mama Heera was waiting at the door. There was something important he wanted to talk to his son-in-law. And it can't be delayed anymore. Now they are the only two at home.

After a long wait, Mama Heera tried knocking on the door again.

"Ela," call him. His voice was stronger than before.

"Yes, ma" said from the inside. He also strengthened his voice.

Tap tap tap

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"Ela, can you talk to me?"

"Speak what, ma?" ask Ela later. He looked at his in-laws.

"What's up, ma?" the dream was impatient.

"Would you just let your mom stand here?" asked the mother. Because he had been waiting but was not offered by his son-in-law to go inside and invite him to sit down.

Ela was awakened after getting insinuations from Sanga mama-in-law.

"Yeah. Please come in, ma," said Ela nervously. He was ashamed of such insinuations. Moreover, Sanga-in-law asked to want to go inside her room with Hanai. Afraid the mother-in-law came over this and that.

He has not even had time to be able to do it again. He felt right, he thought it was not necessarily right in the eyes of the in-laws.

"Please sit down, ma," he said hesitantly. He shifted the simple plastic chair that was in the room. The chair that Hanai used to use when he finished his task was still not stretched.

"You also sit down. Does your mom owe you a lot?" kelakar mama Heera's. He showed his smile.

"Hehehe," said Ela, smiling as well. Even his smile produced a light laugh.

Ela took the same chair and positioned it close to her in-laws.

Susana's in the room was quiet. No one starts to talk first. Makes Ela reluctant to start, remembering the mother who wanted to talk to her about something. He knew it was important and it didn't seem like everyone knew it.

"So actually mama wants nanya the same as you," said mama Heera began a chat.

Ela frowned waiting for Mama Heera to continue her question.

"Have you ever been pregnant before?" ask Mama Heera to the point. I think he has been holding this for a long time. It's years.

"W-what?" ask Ela nervously.

"I-I mean mama I'm pregnant? Ever pregnant? That pregnant, ma?" she asked nervously, flipping every word that came out of her lips.

"Is it true she was ever pregnant," inner mama Heera, confused by Ela's attitude.

"Then if you're pregnant, where's your child? What's Nawal?" ask Mama Heera again to guess.

"Yes, Nawal?"ask again.