Staying Married Because of Ugly

Mail Investigation Results

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Mayra came out with the results of the test, while Arga and Aunt Evelyn were standing with anxious expectations, waiting to see if it was true that Mayra was pregnant.

"How dear, the result?" ask the impatient Arga.

Without answering, Mayra immediately hugged the man's body. She cried in her husband's arms, leaving Arga and Aunt Evelyn confused.

"Darling, why are you crying? If the results are not in line with what we expect, it doesn't matter. We can keep pitting him every night" Arga said.

Aunt Evelyn immediately pinched the man's waist, staring intently at her son. Because always talking sompral without thinking first.

"You are Mas, if you talk to me, just interrupt," said Mayra as she wiped her tears.

"Well, what I'm saying, baby, if we fail, we can keep trying. So don't cry, okay. So, how did it go?" ask Arga back.

The woman handed the results of the test to Arga and the man only frowned, because he did not understand. Then Aunt Evelyn stared at the prospect in her son's hands.

Instantly his eyes sparkled as he looked at the two red lines, yet one of his lines was faintly visible.

"Darling! You pregnant? Oh God! So right? Asik! Mom has a grandchild soon!" exclaim aunt Evelyn happily while jumping up and down.

"So .. this ..." Arga hung up his words, and Mayra immediately nodded her head.

Seeing and knowing that his wife was pregnant, Arga immediately lifted Mayra's body, taking her around in circles so that she was dizzy and patted Arga on the shoulder.

"Hehe .. sorry baby, I'm so happy" Arga said, peeping at Mayra's forehead and all over her face.

"Mas! There's still Mama." Mayra scowled in annoyance.

"Yes, if so, you guys continue to get ready to go to the hospital to check the contents! We make sure how many weeks Mayra is pregnant with her granddaughter" said Aunt Evelyn.

Mayra and Arga nodded, then they cleaned themselves, and after they finished, they walked downstairs towards the dining table.

However, when she got there again Mayra vomited when she smelled her stomach food as if shaken back.

"I don't want breakfast, Mom. It smells bad, makes me nauseous" said Mayra, who stayed away from the dinner table.

"Honey, this is your favorite seafood fried rice?" confused Arga.

But aunt Evelyn found out if it was indeed her mother's pregnancy. Means Mayra including pregnant women who are very sensitive, in terms of smell.

"Leave it Arga. Pregnant women are like that kiss, very sensitive. Sometimes a slight pungent smell will make it nauseous, indeed most pregnant women like that," explained Aunt Evelyn.

"Then, what do you want to eat?" ask Arga.

Mayra pointed to the fridge, "I want to eat some ice cream, which I bought last night!" her door.

Arga immediately shook his head quickly. She didn't let Mayra eat ice cream in the morning, let alone an empty stomach yet filled with any food.

"No! You haven't eaten rice, you want to eat ice cream? What will it hurt later? Nope! I'm not authorizing!" push hard Arga.

Hearing the rejection from the husband, Mayra's eyes suddenly condensed. Her tears would trickle again, and Arga who saw that immediately rubbed her face violently. He was completely confused by his wife's crybaby attitude.

Usually Mayra is not that cool, but somehow when she found out his wife was pregnant, even Mayra could not be rejected in the least.

"Why are you, baby, sensitive now? When I said you can't cry? Usually not like that?" confused Arga.

Aunt Evelyn approached her son, then she held Arga's shoulder and explained, "It's only natural, if Mayra is crybaby. It is congenital baby and indeed the feelings of pregnant women are very sensitive. You as a husband should be able to keep your wife feeling! Don't make her cry, or make her sad like that. Rejection sometimes makes his heart very disappointed and will cry."

"Are all pregnant women like that, Mah?" asked Arga in a lethargic manner.

Aunt Evelyn smiled, "Not all. Mostly tqpi. Never mind, just follow the important there is intake that goes into your wife's stomach, lest she even vomit later. Because doctors also recommend that pregnant women eat soft, and directly into the body, not digested like ice cream," explained Aunt Evelyn.

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The Arga office.

Arga was already impatient to want to know about the results immediately. Is there really something between Mayra and the family or not?

"Where is Upin Ipin's friend? Really long. I can't wait, I want to know the results!" grumbled Arga while tapping his finger on the table with impatience.

After waiting for a few minutes, the door of his room opened, and entered the person he had been waiting for. And seeing that Arga immediately got up from his seat and stared resentfully at the Mail.

"Eh, roast chicken seller! Where have you been, long time? I've been waiting from earlier until the moss, yes don't let me aar of rust!" furious Arga.

"Eh frog! It's good to say by the way. Since when did I become a roast chicken seller? I'm a palm oil and coal entrepreneur, it's good to say. Do I want to give you the result? If not, go back again!" threaten Mail who is upset, because it is called a roast chicken seller.

"Had been Tukul Nirwana's twin. It's aja ngambek. Anyway Mail in the movie Upin Ipin selling roasted chicken, so there is no harm dong if I call lo kayak that? Sit down on the couch!"

Mail was increasingly upset when he heard the narration from Arga, especially he was likened to one of the artists named Tukul Nirwana.

Obviously his face was 10 times more handsome than the artist, then he sat on the sofa with a face bent irritated.

While Arga just chuckled, when he saw his best friend who was holding back his frustration to him.

"Udah don't be so upset, ugly know not the hell. Where is the result! I want to see." Arga thrust his hand.

Mail pulled out an envelope behind the suit and handed it to Arga. "No! I'm looking into it, and you can read it yourself without me!" answer Mail with a little trenchant tone.

Arga did not care about the tone of his best friend, because they were used to arguing and quarreling while it was just a joke.

Then slowly Arga opened the rope from the brown envelope, then he took out some white papers, where the data and also the results of the Mail investigation.

He perused the results, and immediately his eyes were round looking at the Mail. While the man was just him folding both his hands in front of his chest while staring flatly at Arga.

"What'sthis? Are you sure the same thing happened?" ask Arga who doesn't believe.

"Lo thinks, I'm manipulating those results, right? Yes ... if my advice anyway, you should test your DNA deh your wife is the same family! Make sure, whether it is true or not," said Mail.

Arga was speechless, he was completely shocked when he saw and also found out about the truth of Aunt Renata's family.

The man felt like a dream, but he was also confused as to why it could happen. Mayra's parents are dead.

"But how could it be? My wife's parents are both dead?" arga said confusedly.

"If that's why I'm still investigating it. 2 days is not enough to investigate everything, and you have to be patient! Moreover, both of your wife's parents are dead, so I have to find an accurate witness" explained Mail.

Arga nibbled his temple, he felt dizzy with his problem now. Exactly what Arga was afraid of was, when Mayra found out everything, of course his wife would be very shocked. Because he knew a reality that he never thought before.

"Alright, then you search immediately! I'm waiting for."

"Don't think too much! If my advice, you better keep it a secret from your wife, because from what I'm investigating is, they will also find the right time to reveal everything. But when that happens, you make sure you're on your wife's side. Because she needs you so much!" Mail got up from his seat while tidying up his suit, then he came out of Arga's room.

Hearing the explanation and also the advice of his best friend, Arga fell silent. What Mail says is true.

But neither from Aunt Renata's family nor from her own who revealed everything still Mayra would be very shocked. Especially at this time the woman is pregnant, and she is afraid of anything happening with her womb.

Suddenly his phone rang, and it turned out to be a call from his wife. Before picking up the phone, Arga let out a deep sigh, then he exhaled slowly.

"Hey, hello, baby, why?" ask Arga when the phone is connected.

"Why? Mas! When are you coming home? We're going to the hospital, what the hell? What time is it!" Mayra replied across the phone that sounded so upset.

Arga looked at the circular clock in his hand and instantly the two patted the eel. "Good heavens! I'm sorry, there was a client who was a little late. Yes, I go home now, yes" said Arga.

He forgot that there was an appointment with Mayra to go to the hospital to check the woman's womb, because it was too focused on the results of the investigation from the Mail.

Arga got up from her seat, but before that she kept the envelope in her work drawer first. The man does not want to take her home, afraid of being caught by Mayra.

Then the man drove the car away from the office to the house. During the trip, his mind kept glaring at the results of the Mail investigation.

'It turns out my guess is right. But what would her reaction be if Mayra found out about everything? Surely not only will he be shocked, but what I fear is that he cannot accept reality. Hopefully Mail will get the results soon, how can both parents raise Mayra?' batin Arga full of hope.

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