Not Mauku

Fevers

Naya's eyes looked at her mother-in-law's steps, and sipped the juice of the fruit dear if it should be thrown away, after which Naya said goodbye to her assistant to go upstairs, coincidentally from afar was heard the voice of the earthy magrib adhan.

"Oh..," Naya's groan felt a cramp in her stomach, she kept her prayer marks on the nightstand, then dropped her body on the bed.

Naya's body bolts left and right holding onto her stomach while whimpering occasionally biting her lower lip, cold sweat spilling out from her body.

He tried to recite the verses of Allah, such as alfatihah, ayat al-kursi, al-ikhlas and others while continuing to stroke his cramped stomach, alhamdulillah his cramps gradually reduced.

From outside the room heard Bi Meri calling and knocking on the door, "Mom, said Madam in wait for a meal."

Naya sighed deeply to neutralize everything, Huhh took a deep breath.

"Then Bi, I was later waiting for Abang to come home," Naya cried in a voice that tried her best.

"Well, ma'am" Bi Meri's voice again.

Still lying in bed and sweat still pouring out, Naya continued to recite the verses as a prayer for her.

This is what it feels like to be pregnant, something that he never imagined, in the past if asked about how many children want to have, absolutely do not want to imagine about it.

But now he feels how to crave, conceive and face the body that sometimes makes him think, but it has become the decision of Dimas as a husband, as well, if Naya lahiran later will be done cesarean what else considering Naya's own condition.

At 21:00 Dimas just came home, put his motorbike into the garage and gave a helmet to Mr Mad, saw his car Mr. No Dimas turned to Mad Sir, "Bapak has not come home yet, is it,? the car doesn't exist.?"

"Not yet."

"Em.., I went in first sir,"Dimas nodded, then rushed into the quiet house.

While in the television room, Bu Hesa was watching television with Bi Taty and Bi Meri, "Night.., where's Mom,?" asked Dimas while standing waiting for an answer.

Ms. Hesa turned her head, "Let's go home to Dimas,?"

"Yes Mak."

"Yes your wife is in the room, she doesn't seem to have eaten yet, she says she wants to wait for you."

"I've eaten outside" Dimas said as he walked up the stairs, "Yes I've gone up first."

Dimas half ran up the stairs, some time Dimas up to the front door knob on the turn then the door opened, saw his wife lying on the bed.

"Assalamu'alaikum.., baby I'm home," cup landed a kiss on the wife's forehead and stomach.

But Naya just muttered, "Hem."

Dimas's back was attached to Naya's temple, "Oh my God, dear fever," and then attached the temperature.

"Hem.., fever," then Dimas prepared water for the Compress.

Dimas put a small towel on the forehead of the wife who was previously dipped in water first.

"Hurry up baby, don't get a long fever," while hugging the wife, a moment later Dimas got out of bed, and opened his shirt to walk to the bathroom.

Soon Dimas returned with wet water wudu, doing the issue shortly after not forgetting to read the best prayer for his wife.

"God gives strength, health to my wife, so that our children, and gives birth later, making us wise parents who are good at taking care of your special care, keep us from all the anger of danger, Aamiin, O Allah, Rabbal'alamin."

Dimas rubbed his face with his palms, folded the prayer mats, continued to approach the edge of the bed, checking and changing the commressant.

Then lay down next to the wife's body and hugged her back, occasionally Naya delirious, muttering incoherently, "May soon recover dear."

The sunlight entering the room through her warm window woke Naya who was asleep from last night, her eyes glanced to the left and right of the empty room, next to which there was no husband.

But in the bathroom there was the sound of water from the tap maybe Dimas in there.

Naya's hand touched his forehead and removed the former Compress, "In the compress, I had a fever last night, okay,?" her mind while waking up sat leaning against the shoulder of the bed.

Then glancing at the wall clock that had shown at 06.30 am, Naya was struck with a look of laughter, remembering the incident last night, "Astagfirullah.., from last night I slept and forgot to pray.," while patting her forehead.

Dimas came out of the bathroom, wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water falling from his hair.

"Why don't you wake me up from last night anyway,?" looking at her husband.

His wife Dimas smiled, "Honey is awake, has the fever healed,?" approaching and sticking the back of the hand on some part of the wife's body, "Thank God it's down."

"Have I had a fever last night,?" ask Naya again.

"Yes, sleep ngigau continue, boro-boro in wakein," said Dimas while taking clothes from the closet.

"I just remembered no prayers and dawn," Lirih Naya then got out of bed rushing to the bathroom.

"Be careful Mother," Dimas asked to see Naya staggering and almost falling down, making him panic heart almost fell, while Naya turned her head and grinned the horse after his body almost fell, Dimas shook his head and held his chest.

After neatly Dimas immediately left the room did not forget to bring his briefcase, but approached the core of the bathroom and knocked on it, "Mother.., I had breakfast first yes, maybe want to go straight away, maybe, don't forget to eat, huh,? be careful too."

"Hem."

Dimas pulls the doorknob, walks up the stairs and crosses paths with Lisa as well as her friend.

"For Sir,?" Lisa nodded respectfully as did her friend named Cici.

"Morning too, the early morning tumben has come,?" Dimas raised his forehead and then saw the watch in his hand because usually also Lisa came at eight o'clock right.

"Oh yes sir, it happens that a lot of work must be completed today as well.

"Oh that's it, just happy work, the spirit, and good work," explained Dimas as he continued his steps.

Ms. Hesa and her husband were already at the dinner table having breakfast seeing Dimas himself Ms. Hesa saying, "Where is your wife.?"

"He was still cleaning, he had a fever last night" Dimas said as he pulled up a chair and sat down, Bi Taty thrusting warm milk at Dimas, "Still Bi."

"Yes feverish, last night was fine," Bu Hesa's lyrics fused her eyebrows together.

"What's the situation right now,?" ask his Father Dimas.

"Alhamdulillah has come down, is well," on the sidelines chewed it.

His father nodded, "Good."

After he finished eating, Dimas took a sip of water and then climbed back up to say goodbye to his wife, hurrying with his steps so that Dimas had briefly arrived in the room, his wife was combing his hair under his shoulders.

"All I'm going to do is" the cup kissed the top of Naya's head did not forget to stroke her stomach.

"Let's go home soon, yes" asked Naya while kissing the back of her husband's hand.

"Yes, is there anything I need to get, eat maybe," looked at his wife's face.

With a smile Naya shook her head, "No, I'll go down by myself."

"Alright, be careful if you need something just tell people, do not do it yourself, do not mess anyway," again kissed the old wife's forehead.

"Assalamu'alaikum...?"

"Wa'alaikum hail, be careful."

Dimas waved his hands parallel to his head without turning his head again, his steps getting faster in fear of misfortune, there happened to be a schedule to a place a bit far away.

"Sir leaving now," asked Dimas after sitting sweetly and putting on his seatbelt.

Mr. Mad nodded and immediately turned the wheel, driving his car very fast darting between the other iron horses.

Naya got off in the elevator, got downstairs directly to the dining table and sat there.

"Said mister said I had a fever from last night, so Bibi made porridge and just wanted to be anterin to the top eh had gone down first," Bi Taty approached and presented his homemade porridge.

"Yes Bi, but now he's cured," while stirring the porridge.

"Thank God, if you're well, Auntie's happy to hear it."

"Iya Bi," then Naya ate her breakfast.

"Said you had a fever last night, huh,?" sapa Bu Hesa approached.

"I-iya Mak, but.., it's better."

"Well, eat a lot to be strong and healthy, how's my granddaughter doing, huh,?" staring intently.

"Well," without looking.

"Today I will go out again, if there is any phone," Ms. Hesa held her beloved bag.

"Oh, yes, Mak."

Then Ms. Hesa went somewhere less clear with a very neat appearance.

"Bi, he was full of porridge," while holding his stomach.

"Well not spent or porridge,?" ask Bi Taty.

"The one."

"This is the fruit Aunty has peeled, make her mouth wash," Bi Meri thrust a plate of pieces of fruit.

"Bi, Rita, how's it going, gone,?" Naya remembered the bully boy Rita.

"It's been light, just still resting, over breakfast."

"Hem.., may soon recover, oya I want to check the work above first," Naya moved with great difficulty.

"Be careful," said the two assistants, "Give me to take you up first," pinta Bi Taty was so anxious to see his employer.

"It's okay I can be alone anyway," while walking towards the elevator, but still followed Bi Meri to the workroom.

"How are you today,?" greeting Naya to her two assistants Lisa and Cici who suddenly turned their heads.

"Oh good ma'am," said the two.

"Good, how are there any obstacles," Naya looked around at the items that were neatly lined up and that had been packed.

"While this does not exist, even if there is still to be overcome," said Lisa while cutting materials.

"Ok" Naya.

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On a very clear day, the sky looks very beautiful, covering this earth where humans are wise and live their lives.

Naya was at the counter, long ago he did not check the counter even though reports every day went into the hands of Naya.

"Where do you feel at home here,?" naya asks the counter guard Naya calls Zidan, a young friend of Lisa's.

"Some Ma'am," nodded.

"Thank God, good work, huh,?" naya Pinta.

On the road ahead of the counter there is a toyota nangkring car, inside there are several men with sturdy bodies and one of ordinary stature, aja, his eyes lurked into the counter where Naya was sitting and busy with the computer, Who are they really..? the author still thinks about it.

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How are my readers, who are still following this abuse story, may your news always be in the protection of Allah SWT.., I beg your support, and thank you as much as possible, since you have me who is known as the author of this abuse, there will be no me now without all of you🙏🙏🙏