Reunion After

Surprise to Them

Pov: Widya's

Mas Tompi said goodbye to pick up mamah, mother and abah first. After arriving, he changed now asking for permission to pick up my young son. I was still busy arranging the food when our parents arrived. If they used to fight, now they are busy chatting everyday. Joking while looking at the television that is showing a comedy show.

Gandhi returned from persami. He covers everything in the house. He whispered to me, What's wrong? Why are they all gathering?

"You have great news" I replied.

"Yes, Gandhi took a shower, Mah." Gandhi hurried over.

Mas Tompi asked me to sit down and accompany our parents to chat. He replaced me preparing plates, glasses, and other cutlery. After waiting for Gandi to finish the shower, we started playing our wedding video.

I saw our parents crying because they heard Gandi's voice trembling. After seeing the video, Mas Tompi showed a photo slide that had been merged into a video. A photo slide showing my tespack results a few months back that was negative.

Mom looked at me. Our eyes are both looking. I smiled and nodded. At the end of the video is my last result. What I just did last night. Mamah whose visibility has been reduced, asked to be replayed at the end.

Mas Tompi thrust the maroon ring box in front of everyone. Gandy rushed to open it. He read aloud the memo I wrote last night. He came straight to me and hugged me. There was a sobbing that was filtered by my eardrum.

"Congratulations, Mah, Pah. Gandi is very happy" he said while still hugging me.

I rubbed my son's back, then I pecked his forehead. "Thank you, Gan. Congratulations to you, Nang. After this someone will call you a mas other than Nata, Naka, and Najwa."

I saw mommy crying. I immediately hugged him and I got his hand. "Request her prayers so that Widya and the future grandchildren of Mamah are healthy and well developed yes, Mah."

Mom even tapped my ears. He said I was a naughty son-in-law. "Why still bother sending Mamah food when you know you're pregnant?" his protest.

"Widya just found out last night, Mah."

"From tomorrow there's no need to cook, Tompi let's find food for themselves if hungry." Mamah has warned me.

"Just cook it, Mah." The child does not accept being told to feed himself.

I cheered on mom and dad. "Cooking also gives off extra energy, Nduk. Wes gini aja, if it is strong yes cook, if you feel tired do not be forced. Remember you're four heads. You are mbot. I can't be with you at all times. You who know your body better, your knowledge is higher than all of us. So, take care of it carefully."

So long for my mom this time. Hmm, even though I always compare with Gata, but this is my mother. He will always give the best message to his son. Abah didn't accept I was given a long talk from mom.

"My son ojo mbok sengeni continues, atiku loro," said Abah. (My son do not keep getting angry, my heart hurts,)

I was moved by the words of Abah. I held her again, my beloved man. "You have more grandchildren, so you need to be more eager to be healthy. Want to carry his grandson like holding Gandi first, right? Wear a shawl, walk here and there while feeding food?" my many.

Abah nodded. He came back crying. That's it, his heart is very sensitive. If our brother says, that's a crybaby. "But I can only sit in a wheelchair."

Mas Tompi invited everyone to eat. If on a normal day I would serve him and Gandi, now the two men are serving me. The magic that the little angel carried in my stomach was indeed incredible.

I started to experience pregnancy discomfort. My back hurts a lot, so if I stand or sit for too long, it feels like a person with a pinched nerve. Maybe I have the disease, right? To be honest, I rarely checked myself.

Nausea yes, but not to vomit. And that's even if I smell the fragrance. If anyone wears perfume inside the house, I will definitely get nauseous and run to the bathroom. My nausea will subside if the fragrance from the perfume disappears. So, my two mainstay men are now wearing perfume outdoors.

All my food is served. Not like my pregnancy, who likes to choose food. Now, I'm cutting out everything that exists. Fish, chicken, eggs, tofu, tempeh, and all sorts of vegetables and fruit I like. Looks like the kid in my stomach is exactly his papa, who loves it all.

"Yanh, Mas vegetable shopping papaya flowers, seasoning for sauteed anything? The fish only have chicken and tempeh, the sea fish is exhausted. No papa, right?" Look at this other miracle, Mas Tompi is now diligently cooking for the sake of me and our baby-to-be.

"Bamer, membranous, chili, galangal, bay leaf, soy sauce, sugar, and besti salt. Bring the ingredients here, I'll help peel." I sat down and turned on a song with the title dadi siji on youtube.

He got what I asked for. Meanwhile he washed papaya flowers, cut tempeh, and boiled chicken.

"What kind of practice would you design, Yang? Mumpung is still pregnant young, can choose this it." Mas Tompi did from yesterday urge me for this plan.

"Please design it, Pah. I asked him the first floor was full of service. The second floor has a hall and a guard room. I want to, they'll have three shifts."

"If you want it that way, then have you thought about the extra cost of their raise?" ask my husband while lighting the gas stove.

I nodded, "Sorry, Mas. Maybe in the future I want to make it a clinic. But, for now just expand it first."

He sat down and helped me pick out a chili that was still good. "If yes, it does not need to be built second floor. Former Gandhi room made VK only, connect with the back room. Then, let your room be the guard room."

I'm staring. Maybe he thought about the cost. Okay, I'll just follow the advice.

"It's not about money, Mas thinks of you if you're there later, go up and down the stairs, is not tired?" Mas Tompi stroked my hair, as if knowing my thoughts. Ah, this guy can really make me always melt.

I smiled and pinched his cheek. "The romance of my best is ...,"

"Your hands are chili besti. Heat this cheek, chill it with your kiss." He brought his cheek to my lips. I refused because my hands were chili. Must've been hot.

I chose to kiss her left forehead and cheek. He asked for more, wanted to ask for my lips, I gave him a kiss. Mas Tompi is indeed yes, still less.

"The chicken boiled first, Pah. Gandi's brother was hungry, nih," I always told him.

He immediately put his lips together. I just laughed watching my best friend get upset like that. We cooked the menu today. Well, my stomach is rumbling. My son ate once. Thank God, I am grateful for all of that.