Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

232. Home From the Hospital

"You want to be diligent twice a week. I got close to the pillow, Mom!"

The doctor laughed at Arga's words, but I was ashamed not to be upset. Why did he say that.

"Haha, be understood. Maybe the mood of Bu Ayu is up and down, it is usual that the first four months it feels lazy if HB, I also experience first. Some are only a month, two months, or until almost the birth, but yes if the mood is good and the husband can make his wife's love taste go up, it could be asking many times a night," whispered the doctor at the end of his sentence while covering his laughing mouth.

"Oh, is that it? So, how should I?" arga asked, she asked in her usual tone, I was the only one who heard her was so embarrassed.

"I'll be whispering. Come with me, I made a prescription for Bu Ayu."

"Recipes love to fuck, Doctor?" asked Arga excitedly with sparkling eyes.

The doctor shook his head while laughing amusedly. "No. Prescription drugs for gynecology," replied the doctor still with a laugh that is increasingly becoming-so.

My husband looks embarrassed with a slightly reddened face. "Oh, I guess .. medicine for lovemaking, hehe."

Duh, astaghfirullah! I just wanted to hide when the doctor glanced at me. I can only smile stiffly. Embarrassed.

"Bu Ayu, always remember to take medicine and vitamins yes, my advice is not to overwork. Light exercise alone, walking lightly outside the house while waiting for the morning sunlight, good for health. Enough rest, eating should also be considered nutrition. Eat lots of fruit and drink water, avoid drinking sweet lots and do not think that makes stress," said the doctor to me.

"Good, Mom."

"Let's come with me, Mr. Arga." The doctor walks first, followed by Arga behind him.

Secretly after their departure, I opened my phone. Find out on the website how to raise my mood in lovemaking. Indeed, since pregnancy it seems I do not want to be touched, should when my mood is good then I want to be invited to exercise at night. I don't know, it feels close to Arga I don't want to. Heat, even in the room there is a cooling AC. Doesn't want to be close to him even if he's just sitting next to him. More lazy than diligent, not like before.

Before long Arga had returned to the room with a white crackle in his hand. Some vitamins and additional drugs that I have to eat again for the health of my body and fetus.

"When?" ask Arga while tidying up my things.

"I'll change clothes first. Get Gara straight, right?"

Arga looked at the clock on the wall. "Yes, you guys go home. But your shirt was dirty, got blood." Point Arga at the black crackle bag on the sofa.

I was confused, it was impossible to also pick up Gara with the hospital clothes.

"Let's just stop by the dress shop first. Buy clothes, just to school Gara," he said with a smile. I'm glad to hear his decision like that.

Arga helped me walk slowly, very carefully and unhurriedly.

"I'll get you a wheelchair?" asked Arga, I nodded. I want to get out of this hospital quickly. From the corner of Arga's room took me a wheelchair and started pushing me out of the hospital area.

The driver outside was waiting for us, opened the car door for me to get in there.

"Is it okay, Mom?" ask the driver to me.

"Thank God, it's better, sir."

The driver then closed the door after I got in there. Arga slightly ran around and caught up in the car.

Finished wearing clothes I lowered the window and called my husband. We went back to school. Lucky we got there before the kid got out of the school area.

Having dropped out of her class, she quickly ran over and yelled at me and her father. The door of Arga's car opened, so that Gara could enter and sit near me while Arga sat next to the Driver. The car returned to walk to the house.

Along the way, Gara continued to babble, telling me about what he had done at his school. Very carefree, he also showed the picture this morning that has been assessed, get A+.

"The gate also said to the teacher that this task was assisted by Papa!" exclaim the boy. His legs swayed unwillingly to be silent, a sign of joy in his heart.

"Certainly? The teacher's angry, isn't he?" ask her.

"No! The teacher just said that you have to carefully save the goods, if it is finished stored in its place again!" he cried while staring in amazement at the drawing paper in hand.

"Well, right. What Mama said. Teachers will not be angry as long as you want to try and speak honestly. Next time pay attention again yes, do not save the goods carelessly," said I while stroking the head of Gara. Because she nodded vigorously, she approached me and bowed slightly.

"Dedek, this will be installed in Dedek's room, yes!" said the child in a carefree tone while rubbing my stomach gently, not forgetting also with a kiss there, making this feeling warm.

"Eh, Mama! Move!" he shouted loudly. Arga looked towards the two of us.

"What is motion?" ask Arga curiously.

"Mommy's belly, something's moving!" exclaim Gara again.

"That baby grandpa again said hello like it's the same brother," I said. He widened his smile, looking in disbelief. He put his hand back in my stomach, trying to find a comment where his sister might move again.

"Yeah, don't move anymore!" he said a little disappointed.

I took Gara and hugged her tightly. "The pitch is still very small, not to the size of a tennis ball, so that the movement will not be very tight. Soon there will be a lot of movement, too" I explained to him.

"When?"

"Later, patience!" That nose I pinned. Laughing and putting my hands away.

The car arrived home. Because he ran into the house, the bag he left just like that in the car. One of the habits of the boy who can not wait to meet with Mama in his room. This time he wanted to show his work to his mother.

"Here I bring, heavy." Arga takes Gara's bag and carries it. He also let me into the room.

"Rest, yes. What did I make lunch for? Porridge?" ask my husband attentively. The blanket he put up on my body to my chest.

"Not yet to eat, not hungry."

Her delicate hand rubbed my cheek. "I'll make some bread, okay?" bargained for. I just nodded, it's not good to refuse what he has to offer. Arga is very considerate and I don't want to disappoint him much.

Soon Arga returned with bread on a tray, complete with chocolate jam and sweetened condensed milk in the package.

"Mama!" screamed out from outside.