Qibla Love A

Travelling

An atmosphere of sorrow was enveloping Arion's heart, the man in black shirt lowered his eyes - his lips were closed and his lips kept muttering prayers - when an ustadz read a prayer after the funeral process Pramono his grandfather.

Pramono, the elderly man, breathed his last in the hospital, after he apologized to Arion and Aisya. Regretting all his actions, crying over his own mistakes.

And now that Pramono is calm on God's side, Arion prays that Grandfather will have a proper place in the afterlife.

The corner of Arion's eyes led to Aisya, the black-misthed woman still sobbing while hugging Pramono's portrait. Whether what the girl's heart was made of, after what Pramono had given her - Aisya was still crying over the old man at his funeral.

"Let's go home, Daddy and Mommy are already in the car. I think it'll rain too, let's not want you to get wet later!"

Aisya looked up, her two eyes rolling - the hijab-wearing woman nodded obediently as she saw the mourners and her family had already left the cemetery.

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Aisya closed her eyes, her nausea returning as she was far away from Arion. It had been almost a week since Aisya felt it, but the woman was reluctant to tell Arion how she was.

Aisya does not want to interfere with her husband's work, what else now Arion also has to take care of her grandfather's company that was passed on to her. Pramono's sole descendant, since only Arion is his rightful heir.

"Did?"

Aisya who was sitting on the bathroom floor was completely unaware of Arion's arrival. Even Grandma did not know that her daughter-in-law's granddaughter is not good today.

"Ai, where are you, honey?"

Arion's voice rang out again, his loud enough scream managed to make Aisya open both eyes. The woman rested her hands on the bathroom wall, slowly Aisya got up and walked out.

"Ai, you're in-hey why are you?"

Arion panicked when he saw his wife's pale face. The man in an old ash-shirt immediately walked over to Aisya. Both Arion's hands cupped Aisya's face, gently rubbing the cold sweat running down his forehead as well as his wife's temples.

"It was nausea earlier," he said softly.

Aisya leaned her head on her husband's shoulder, inhaling in Arion's body scent which always made her comfortable and not nauseous anymore.

"But now it's not, '" he continued.

"Let's go to the doctor!"

Aisya who was enjoying Arion's embrace looked up, her two eyes staring unblinkingly at the husband. For some reason now Arion's mind is fixed on one word HAMIL.

Is it possible that Aisya is pregnant?

Arion's small smile rose, her gentle strokes increasingly becoming and clutching tightly onto Aisya's body.

"But Ice doesn't hurt" murmured Aisya.

Honestly she was reluctant to move from a position like this, Aisya still wanted to linger long hugging and inhaling Arion's body scent.

"We're going to the doctor!" persuade Arion again.

Both of his big hands cupped his wife's face, looking at her fixedly before Arion put a few kisses on the tip of Aisya's nose and lips.

"Yes, come on!"

Arion's smile again expands, the man in the piggy banked again giving kisses all over his wife's face.

Arion was impatient, he could not wait to hear the doctor's words. Arion believes that Aisya is pregnant young, he just realized that this month Aisya has not come the month.

Where did Arion know that?

Aisya would always whine at her back pain when her period came, and it was almost 10 days past her schedule - her women did not whine.

Arion is very sure of his feelings at this time, his Aisya is pregnant with the fruit of their love.

'Healthy son of Papa, ' whispered Arion in the heart, even unconsciously Arion rubbed gently the stomach of Rara Aisya.

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