PROOF OF LOVE FOR THE STARS

93 Baby's

Star

The negative test results managed to make my mood shatter to pieces. Various negative thoughts are arising. Question after question swirled in my brain.

Why is it late? What are stress and fatigue factors? Or pregnant but unread hCG levels? Or there are other indications of illness.

I let out a breath. Pull it deeply and throw its strength to feel plong to the brain. But instead of succeeding, it made my handsome husband who was driving laugh out loud.

"Eoxygen waste, Bi."

"It's good for free."

"You ah, Yon! My mood's a mess because of that tespack." Whiney.

"Why the hell? My mom was clear, which! Just relax, bring happy. Happy I'm the one whose combat schedule never takes a day off."

"Suppose your body is being devoted to your husband, Bi. Returning the holiday schedule during the season like this. Haha."

Plakk! I hit his muscular upper arm. My hands hurt.

"You're fitness where the hell, that is! So loud!" I stabbed his arm wrapped in that shirt with my index finger.

"It's been almost a month, now?" Ask.

Yeah, 'cause I haven't found the answer in a month. He never bothered to go to the gym, or exercise except jogging after dawn. It's just around the backyard.

"Because I've never seen you gym."

"It used to be a week in a gym in temen, Bi. Sometimes hitting the samsak at home." I know there's a samsak near the pool. That's what Rion means.

"Now every sports night, Bi. So there's no need to go there."

"Breathing exercises, abdominal muscles, arm muscles, all trained. Practical, economical and time-saving." Rion smiled grinningly.

He always put forward his mes*brain.

"What time saving?" My insinuation. I stared ahead.

"Save dong, Bi. Can practice all tiiiiitttt! Ahhahahahah!" He's snapping.

His laughter was like a contagious disease, I laughed. "Censored. Your celebration. I just got off to know the taste!" My threat.

"Yes, don't dong, baby. You should be able to balance everything Bi."

"You if the sports holidays disguise the battle.. hahahah." Rion rubbed his stomach.

"Your potato chips, yougurt, wafer, and all the snacks you feed me will become stubborn fat if not burned Bi. And the way to burn the fat is yes. with tiiiiietttt censored again. Haha."

I looked at him by raising my eyebrows. Why did my husband become so shableng?

"Smile dong dear." God with my chin.

"Rion!" I pushed her hand and she broke again.

My phone's beeping. I'm looking for that flat object in my bag.

"Mama..." I looked at Rion.

Rion's face became serious. We must have the same thought. Yeah, mom wanted to ask me my test results.

"Have aja. I'm the one who's talking." Rion can always keep me calm. He understands what I need now, which is support from him.

"Hallo ma'am..." I turned it into a video call.

"Assalamualaik."

"Greetings waalaikum, Bi. You guys on the street?" asked the mama who was seen sitting beesama papa in the backyard. Maybe both are sunbathing because the weather this morning is quite sunny.

"Yes ma. Rion is driving." I pointed the phone screen at Rion.

"Hi ma's... It's more beautiful." Goda Rion's.

"There's her husband, still dare to flirt!" Cut papa.

Me and Rion broke up. "Godain does not mean to be made a wife, pa. Sister Bi who is my future wife, I never used to be tempted!" The reason Rion made me shake my head.

I put the camera on the dashboard so mom and dad could see us both. Rion did speak but he remained focused on the highway.

"Relieve you, Yon! Papa open this book of your sins that has many red notes." Threat papa.

"Open up, pa. Everyone knows it too." Rion thrusts a fleeting tongue into the camera.

"Papa's fired as a ghost!"

"Don't dong, pa! How bi!" Sambark.

"Eh, yes, it's not!"

"Awas mas! you keep talking!" Mom pushes papa's face from the front of the screen.

"Bi, how? That's."

I looked at Rion who nodded. Here is the question we are waiting for.

"Mom, ma. Still line one." I smiled at the phone screen. Although I smile but in my heart there is a sense of pain. Why the results are not like Zoya. I saw that mom's smile didn't fade.

"It's okay, baby. Take care of your health, yes. Don't eat carelessly. Don't stress. Mama also used to be pregnant with you in the 3rd month after marriage. No need to rush, baby."

Rion and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Siiip maaaa!"

"Fight reduced!" It was a papa voice that was invisible on the screen.

"Mas! You are!" I don't know what Mom did to me. I'm sure Dad is complaining of pain.

"Udah was baby. Careful streets. Don't speed Rion!"

"Mama's siip."

The call closed after we said our greetings.

"Where? Relieved?" ask Rion. Yeah, that's quite a relief. A question I always wait for and don't know how to answer.

"Not as bad as you think, is it, baby?" Ask again.

I'm nodding. Rion's right, facing him isn't as bad as it was in my mind.

"Mama must understand, Bi."

"Just understand us, what else is your family and parents."

"If it's not already, let's try again. I gladly shed the seeds of my love within..."

A plaaakkk! I hit his arm again. Maybe he kept talking mes*m early this morning.

"Hahahaha. got hit again."

"You mostly hang out with the sky, Yon."

"I mostly hang out with you, Bi. Eat it my brain just..."

I held my index finger near his face. As a warning to stop blabbering that leads to battle.

"Don't continue!" I'm firm.

"Yes... Yeah..." Rion just grinned and showed her white teeth.

****

Ezra

"Hoeekkkkat... Hoeekk!"

This is the third time Zoya threw up this morning. Nothing could get into his stomach. Even the water had to come back.

"Zraa...!" I held onto his limp body which was still tightly holding onto the sink.

"Zoya.. dong already dear. You haven't eaten anything yet! What else do you want to get out, baby. That's nothing else coming out."

"Don't know. Hoeeekk..."

Zoya cleaned her mouth again.

I brought him back to lie in the room. I rubbed the wind in her queen's stomach and her back.

"We're going to the doctor again, yeah."

"Don't want to." Zoya closed her eyes. "You want to go, Zra?"

"No. I'll keep you at home today."

"Here..." His eyes were closed and his body shifted slightly to the middle, leaving a narrow space on the edge of the bed.

"I want to be hugged." I'm gawking in disbelief. Zoya who is crazy at work now asks me to also laze in bed.

Out of the box!

"Which, seriously?"

"Yes..."

I took the basket and made my arm his pillow. One hand stroked his queen's belly. "Don't make mama hard, son." I talked to our baby. Yes, although not yet seen.

"Don't make my mom sick."

"I can't wait two weeks, baby!" said Zoya lirih.

"I want to see our child's development."

"I'm worried. But I have to stay positive aboutking." Is Zoya conscious or not? He speaks like a drunk. "I'm afraid you're disappointed."

Zoya's worried? Surely she was afraid that this pregnancy was problematic or she was afraid that her fetus was not developing. Or many other possibilities that I had read in various articles about pregnancy.

I stroked his head. "I wish so dear. I hope you and our son are always healthy." My whisper was slow and after that I only found her regular breathing. That means Zoya's asleep.

I know he has trouble sleeping at night. Sometimes complaining of his stomach bulging, nausea, sometimes he also had to go back and forth bathroom.

May your pain and struggle not be in vain, dear.

I kissed her forehead and slowly woke up. I went out of the room and started the work to wash the sun.

What I used to do before marriage. The difference is now that there is a beautiful angel curled up in my bed and there is lingerie on my clothesline.

Speaking of lingerie I miss the complete package. Huuf! Patience Zra! For baby kebab.