Not Mauku

Check for pregnancy

"Yes, what are you doing together, man,?" again asked, looking suspiciously at Naya and Dery alternately.

"And I told you, even invited you to come here eh.., you don't want, I live, accidentally met Dery here," Naya told Dimas.

"Well, is that it.?"

"Why,? are you suspicious," asked Dery, staring flatly at Dimas, who looked suspiciously.

"Ah no," said Dimas briefly as he pulled Naya's hand to help stand up.

"Thank you" Naya smiled after standing next to her husband.

"Yes, oya have you never picked these fruits so thick like this,?" dimas asked Dery with his eyes looking at the fruits ready for harvest.

"Sometimes at the harvest, sometimes anyone can metik greeting who wants to take," replied Dery while looking up the fruit trees.

"Hem."

"Try in our yard a lot of fruit trees," said Naya glanced at Dimas.

"Yes later on the edge of the tree planting fruit, what fruit will it be,?" Dimas looked at his wife who ate apple.

"Em., mango and apple," said Naya.

"Hem.., well dear 'me," Dimas pinched Naya's cabhi cheek.

Dery felt a third party among them, "Don't just be alone, because the third one is shatan," grinning and gawking away.

Dimas turned to look, "Yes, that's you."

Naya laughed faintly, "Well, did you eat that balum,?" take his last bite.

"Not yet, eat yuk home,?" invite Dimas while holding the arm of his wife who complies.

"But I'm full of fruit, '" jiggled affectionately at her husband.

"What's wrong, please."

"Yes...?"

"Hum..,?" sahut Dimas without looking.

Naya stopped her steps and looked at her husband's back, "Gendong."

Dimas also stopped walking and turned his body fixed on his wife's face, "Well my wife, every request of yours I will do," then bent over carrying the wife's tiny body.

The smile on Naya's face was so bright, then buried her face under her husband's neck to avoid the scorching sun, hands were very tight coiled around Dimas' neck.

Before long they reached the villa and Dery was waiting at the dining table, Dimas sitting his wife's body in a chair, all three sitting at the same table.

"You didn't bring anyone here, did you,?" ask Dimas at Dery who is eating.

Dery looked up and swallowed the food in his mouth, "No."

"Every once with a girl you meet us" said Dimas turned his eyes to food.

Dery looked at Naya, who looked down and felt bad to receive a look from Dery, "No, there's no girl."

"What the hell, then,?" scrunched her forehead, "You're cute, handsome, when no girl wants to be with you, I'll see if she wants to be with you" Naya and Dery turned to Dimas.

Aware of the gaze of two pairs of eyes Dimas turned the two alternately, "Ha..,ha..,ha.., yes, if I girl would like you Der, obviously you are cute, in terms of established economics, in terms of, what else try, don't you love that's what women are looking for, right,?" look at Naya's face.

"Em.., not really, if you like it does not have to be cute and well established, after all, treasures can be searched together from zero so, a handsome face, beautiful does not guarantee the heart."

All were silent looking at Naya, making Naya glance at the two, "Eat, why are you guys quiet anyway,?" faint smile and shake.

Dery glares to remember his dead girlfriend, who once said exactly what Naya said just now, "Naya's greeting just now was exactly the same as the one she told me back then," inner Dery sighed in uniting both hands on the table.

In the afternoon Mr. Mad had come to pick up Dimas and his wife, "Sir how did Mama ask about me no,?" ask Dimas while putting on the seat belt.

Mr. Mad nodded, "Yes doc, even angry."

"Yes, is it,? fortunately not to be."

"Nobody told you where you went to the madam."

"Oh," Dimas helped put Naya's seat belt on.

"Let's up now doc,?" Mr. Mad looked in the front mirror.

"Road Sir," Naya said.

"Good Mom."

"Fruits aren't brought, are they,?" Naya remembers packing the fruits that were picked directly from the tree to be taken home.

"Bringed, already in the back," Dimas crossed his arms across his chest and his head leaned against the seatback, Naya leaned his head against Dimas's shoulder.

Along the way there was only the sound of the engine without anyone opening the slightest sound, especially Naya felt nauseous and a little dizzy then inhaled wind oil and rubbed on the stomach, the temple of her nose.

Dimas and Naya walked side by side, hands led by Dimas, "Assalamu'alaikum..?"

"Good huh,? run away don't tell me what else took me,?" greet Ms. Hesa who is sitting in the television room.

"Yes, if you're saying things and talking isn't blurring his name Mak he..,he.he..," Dimas chuckled to himself.

"It's nice that nothing bothers you" Ms. Hesa stared intently.

"It's a pleasure Mak, sorry for the sudden," said Dimas.

Naya approaches and kisses Ms. Hesa's hand, "Which father is Mak,?" Naya dingukan's.

"It's inside."

Naya glanced at her husband, "In the meantime magrib, to yuk's room.?"

"Yeah, Mom, we're going to the room first, right,?" Struggled up and down the stairs, followed by Naya from behind, Ms. Hesa just kept quiet and continued to watch her favorite show on television.

Both of them were in the room, "So who went to the gynecologist tonight, right,?" ask Naya while sitting on the sofa.

"So baby, I made an appointment with Dr. Rosa later that night, at seven we leave," explained Dimas while stripping clothes to replace them.

While Dimas to the bathroom, Naya sat back on the sofa stroking her stomach, "Honey, healthy yes there, later after birth you also have to be healthy, normal and be a godly child or pious, he said, easy windfall too, pray for Daddy and Mommy to be healthy always, in the best of fortune anyway, Mommy does not want you to be difficult dear as Mother had once experienced."

Naya continued to stroke his stomach and invite the child he still carries, "May God's birth later ease, launched no obstruction whatsoever, sometimes Mother is afraid, honestly Mother is afraid," without feeling his tears dripping, I don't know what makes him depressed and anxious.

"O Allah, give me strength and sincerity, send forth my hand, O Allah I fear I will not be able to take care of my son, or I will not be able to educate your care, O Allah," took a deep breath and then he exhaled violently.

Dimas came out of the room with a change of costume, Naya rubbed her tears and looked down, Dimas at a glance saw his wife's wet cheeks he felt astonished and approached.

"Mother why are you crying,?" sitting next to him.

"Ah no, no cry, my eyes suddenly glimpsed earlier, yes flickering that," elak Naya and stood up, "I take water wudu first ya wait," melengos.

Dimas did not end up thinking, "What is the glint, it is usual if the glint likes to ask for help to be blown," Dimas inner, but Dimas immediately held a prayer mat to both perform magrib prayers.

After the prayers were over, the two prepared to go again to the gynecologist for a check up, Dimas had already reached for his phone, "Which father is waiting under ya.?"

"Yes," said Naya who still tidied up her hood.

Dimas opened the door and went out and down the stairs, below to find his mother was ready to bring some pregnant milk for Naya, "Where are you going,?" greet Dimas.

"Eh, where are you going, yourself,?" bu Hesa's eyes clenched the appearance of her eldest son.

"You want to check up on pregnancy, what's that drink and who's it for, anyway,?" Dimas asked again.

"Here, milk for your wife" Ms. Hesa pointed to the milk she was carrying, then Mama can come along, can ya,?" Ms. Hesa.

Dimas was silent and looked at his mother, "Come with me" as he pulled up his chair and sat down.

Ms. Hesa kept a glass of milk at the table, "Then Mama wants to get ready first, wait a minute," whistled into her room.

Assuming that Dimas agreed with his mother's words, then played his phone, Bi Taty approached, "You want to eat mister.? what's it gonna make you drink.?"

Dimas turned his head, "No Bi, looks like we're eating out tonight because there's an appointment with the doctor to check up on Mom."

"Oh, isn't it Mad Sir,?" ask Bi Atay again.

"Yes, where's Mad Sir now,?" Dimas swept a glance across the room.

Bi Taty was in a daze, "So right in front of me was having a coffee."

"Oh let it be."

From the stairs Naya looks down with a simple and neat appearance, the pregnant woman is indeed indifferent about appearance, her simplicity does not reduce the elegance and aura of its own radiated from her and make men amazed, including her husband.

"Are you ready,?" greet Dimas as Naya approaches him.

"Have it, leaving now,?" shimmily and looked at the bumil at the table, "Who made that and for whom.?"

"That, Madam who made Mom, deliberately for Mom he said all day Mom does not drink pregnant milk," said Bi Taty.

"Yes, he said, I do not care about life, do not care etc" added Bi Meri.

"Hem..," Naya sighed.

"Keep talking to me,?" sambar Bu Hesa who suddenly came and was ready to come with them.

She turned to look at Bu Hesa and threw each other a smile, "No ugly talking about Mak," explained Naya.

"The milk is drunk first, all day you do not drink milk later my grandson is lacking in nutrients, lack of vitamins and various kinds," pointed to a glass of milk that is still warm.

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Hi..., how are you all my readers,? good luck, after a few days I go to he.he.he.., joking, may you be given health, easy windfall too, in easy every business, in easy, and do not forget to read the novel do not forget the housework, yes, bun..,? thanks also to those who have been waiting for this novel up again🙏