Not the Son of the Prostitute

Pregnant

The night began to greet, it was time for people to rest and disperse themselves.

In a room, exactly the bride's room belongs to a new couple looks lonely. Mutia sat in front of the dressing table while drying her still wet hair. While Haidar, the man was still cleaning himself in the bathroom.

As the door of the room creaked, Mutia suddenly turned her gaze towards him. His face met red found Haidar who only wrapped in a towel to the waist.

"Tu–tuan ...?" It felt like a dream if today his status had changed to that of a wife. Perhaps this was the first experience for Mutia to be in a room with a man. And that man, that handsome man who just came out of the bathroom was her husband.

"Why is your face suddenly flushed like this?" Haidar put on a smile realizing the change in his wife's face. "Are you fascinated by your own husband's good looks?"

"Ti–no, Sir. I'm just tired" Mutia said, giving an excuse. The girl tried to hide her fast-paced heartbeat.

Haidar suddenly approached, pulled Mutia's hand and led her to the bed. "I'll scold you!"

"Hahhhh ! Screaming?" Mutia gawked to herself hearing it. "Ti–no need!" The girl answered quickly. Mutia got up and tried to avoid it.

"Why? Didn't you say tired?" Haidar immediately blocked the girl's wrist.

"I–iya, but ....." Mutia bit her lower lip. Actually, he was just embarrassed, shy, and felt bad himself.

"Not what? I'll keep on spitting on you." Little forced. Haidar pulled Mutia back to have the girl sit quietly on the bed.

Haidar began to move his hands, gently stomping on Mutia's legs. Slowly but surely Mutia started to get comfortable, subconsciously closing her own eyes.

"How, yummy?"

Mutia simply nodded slowly along with the drowsiness that started attacking her.

"Thank you, sir." Mutia smiled broadly at the massage that managed to make both her legs not feel sore anymore after almost a day of standing up to greet the guests.

"It's not free. You'll have to pay later."

"Pay?!" Mutia immediately flinched. His drowsiness just evaporated after hearing Haidar's statement earlier.

"Yes, pay. What do you think I'm doing for free?" Haidar smiled at his wife who began to look pale.

"But ...."

"And I want you to pay now!" cut the man fast. Without warning Haidar buried his ciu***nnnnya on the lips of the wife, sip it a little until Mutia was surprised by Haidar's sudden action.

"Why? Didn't you ever do that to me?" Haidar recalled his first meeting with Mutia. When the girl saved him at the lake, she gave him an artificial breath.

"I–iya, but ..." Mutia was at a loss for words, even to answer it was hard.

Yes, I did kiss him. But things are different. His life was threatened if I didn't.

"Lantas, why are you so nervous now? Didn't we ever do that?"

Haidar no longer paid attention to the answer his wife would give. The man again launched his action. Haidar clenched Mutia's lips together very gently, sipping them again until the long kiss became more demanding.

Mutia could clearly see her husband's body when Haidar deliberately removed and threw the only cloth covering her body. The man also quickly stripped off all his clothes until there was nothing left.

"Tu–an ...?"

Haidar immediately stopped his game when he heard Mutia calling him.

"Master ...? Now I'm your husband, Mutia. So, don't call it that again!" firmly Haidar reminded his position.

"Then, what should I call you?" ask the girl innocently.

Haidar pulled the corner of his lips again. His desire is increasingly soaring to make Haidar again continue his action that was delayed.

"Akhh ....!"

The voice escaped from Mutia's mouth as it sensed something forcefully breaking through down there. The girl closed her eyes again, enjoying a sensation she had never felt.

"Are you ready?"

Mutia nodded, though it was a little sore he tried to enjoy the game.

The night is long. They repeat it again and again.

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A month passed by so quickly. Now it is Naila and Dika's turn who will soon carry out the agreement. The two were already sitting side by side in front of the ruler who was about to marry them off. Mutia and Haidar also sat next to Mama Naila to give encouragement to the middle-aged woman.

It didn't take a long drama because this marriage was a second marriage for Naila and Dika. When the word is legitimately spoken by the witnesses, Naila and Dika have officially become a couple. They continued to show their happy smiles after decades of harboring their feelings for each other.

Enjoying the dishes available, Haidar was confused with Mutia who had been feeling uneasy himself. Mutia has always complained of being less tasty and nauseous every time she smelled some of the aroma of cooking.

"Mas, get away from it!" mutia nagged every time Haidar offered her something. The man just stared in confusion as Mutia was unwilling to at all touch the dishes available in the event.

"What exactly are you? Suddenly strange like this?!"

"Anyway, I don't like to smell that!"

The Rengganis who had been watching the child and daughter-in-law was a little suspicious. He decided to come closer and ask Mutia directly,

"Have you checked with the doctor? You may be pregnant." Rengganis looked at Mutia's face which looked slightly pale.

"Pregn ...?" Both answered simultaneously. Mutia and Haidar just looked at each other expressionlessly.

"But the power is impossible, Ma. Just a week ago I tested, but the results were negative" Mutia said with a sad face.

"Yes can do it. But, that was just Mama's guess, anyway. You'd better go see a doctor right away to know the real situation."

After hearing the advice of Mama Rengganis, Haidar immediately invited Mutia to see a doctor. They wanted to ascertain for themselves the true state of Mutia.

More than half an hour waiting for Mutia to finally arrive at the examination room. Haidar accompanied, the man for a second did not release his hand on the wife.

"Mas, what if I'm seriously ill? What if I'm not pregnant?" Black clouds clearly enveloped Mutia's beautiful face. The woman squeezed the tip of her own clothes several times because she was too afraid of the results to be conveyed by the doctor who examined her.

"Darling ... calm down. Everything must be fine." Haidar tried to comfort. Gently rubbed the back of Mutia who was currently still sitting on the examination bed.

"Do you remember the last time the moon came?" The doctor actually gave a question to women who are currently still sitting with anxious faces.

"Coming moon?" mutia whispered to herself. As he remembered since marriage Mutia had never been a monthly guest as usual.

"What is my wife sick about, Doctor? Why do you often feel sick and weak?" haidar asked the doctor who handled the examination of his wife.

"What's the pain?" connect Mutia later.

"You're not sick, miss. It's just the effect of pregnancy in the early trimester!" obviously doctor.

"Pregnant?!"