Pregnancy I Didn't Want

part 4's

"Dilan's... Dylan." Shouted my father who was parking his motorbike in front of the house.

"Brand....!!" He hugged his grandfather.

"Why is the hamu tatek coming now?"Ask annoyed.

"Grandpa had a job yesterday. Who wants to come?"

"Dian...Ian..!!" Excited excitement.

"Later to buy a lot of snacks yes.." He offered her that Dilan would be sure to go with him.

"Iyeee..." Cheers happy.

"Son, don't go with Grandpa. Grandpa is busy, later Dilan left with Grandma Ita at home. Poor Grandma you're tired." I reasoned that he would not come.

"You're coming with Ma." He answered me with a sullen face.

"Room up. We're living his mother." While the father loosened the front of his motorbike to give Dilan a seat.

Dilan rode on his Grandpa's bike with great pleasure.

"Later I was angry with Mama if Dilan wasn't home." I gave him an excuse, as I pulled his hand.

"Dilan wants to come with Grandpa..." Dilan was crying because I was forbidden to come.

"Let's come, later if you want to go home also delivered." My father defended Dilan.

"The salute was son." I had to let him come even with a heavy heart.

"Dadah Mamah." She cried out in excitement as she passed away leaving me.

It's a waste of all the reasons I banned Dilan from going with his grandfather.

Although sometimes busy you always take the time to pick up Dilan.

He was busy taking care of his cow everyday.

Because my father's job is to sell cows.

If people say in my village my father is a merchant, he said. Yes, the merchant.

Thank goodness we lived well. My father is royal. Especially when it comes to women. Her flirtatious nature never went away. My mother chose divorce.

I sometimes feel sorry for Bi Ita.

I'm afraid Bi Ita has become troubled by the arrival of Dilan.

"Assynoltom..." There was the sound of Mas Ardan coming from behind the door that just came home from the rice field.

"Maalaikumsallam." I opened the door and answered his greetings cynically.

"Suami came home tired, his face bent Mulu, still craving?" He teases me while smiling.

I'm still with my response that's still cranky because of yesterday's incident.

"When you're asleep, why the house?" He asked while looking at the entire room looking for Dilan.

"Why do you give permission to keep your child away. Pity Bi Ita, you're rarely home."

"Let us. I'm also if there's any hassles at home."

"By the way you are Ara, the time is a hassle with your own child."

If there is no Dilan at home there is no one to melt the atmosphere.

But let it be, at least I can rest.

Now I'd rather goof off in the room.

***

"Ara's not cooking yet.?" Her question gently approached me to the room.

"Udah dong. His words continue to persuade me.

"I've achieved my body, it's getting heavier. Ardan fried an egg." I'm starting to soften.

"That's the effect of Dede's baby, keep her mom lazy." Mas Ardan tickled me.

"Not lazy. That homework is done. I just didn't cook it." Ngeles.

"Can answer it. Cook the eggs first." Mas Ardan passed towards the kitchen leaving me who was still mager in the bed.

"Fuck.... Let's eat first?" I heard Mas Ardan's scream from the kitchen.

I went to the kitchen and sat down at the dinner table.

"Please eat my beloved pregnant mother." Mas Ardan served me an omelet and a plate of rice.

"Don't that ah Mas, someone will be horrified." I'm ashamed.

"Is it wrong for me to serve my wife.?

"Then you know." I said sung.

"Eat a lot. Let Dede be healthy." Pekati Mas Ardan's.

"Yes, it's."

I comply.

I actually don't want to eat.

From yesterday I was keeping my portion of the meal.

Although sometimes my appetite is big, but I hold myself back.

I don't want to eat much, I'm afraid my stomach is growing.

For now I keep the feeling of Mas Ardan. I didn't want to ruin the atmosphere at the dinner table by rejecting it.