Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

62. Positively

"May tell me the complaint, Ma'am!" said the beautiful doctor in front of Kiara.

The woman tried to remember, the specific thing that made her decide to see a doctor.

"Eumm .. Look, Doc. I feel good - okay. But that morning, I like to suddenly cheer up, maybe around 9'nan that, sometimes also until nausea vomiting, my smell is also more sensitive. I can't smell the fridge, my head is dizzy and sleepy, Doc."

The doctor in front of Kiara smiled instead, he put his pen, Kiara is too plain or how. The signs he mentioned were more than enough to check the content. Or maybe she could do a pregnancy test.

"Mr. Is there a husband?" ask the doctor. Nadia nodded. "If so, you don't have to worry. When was the last time you came by the moon?"

Again, Kiara frowned. She's trying to go back to those times when she had period pain, if not wrong ... before she went on her honeymoon with her husband, right?

"I'm 2 weeks late, Doc!"

The doctor nodded and smiled. While Kiara was still loading, she looked at the doctor without saying anything. However, a few moments later ....

"Am I pregnant Doc?"

The doctor nodded, "Possibly yes, Ma'am. Better to come to the gynecologist only. Or if you're not sure, you can do your own pregnancy test at home."

Just hearing that, Kiara was already glazed over. It's still unclear, but Kiara can't imagine if she's really pregnant. "God." He covered his mouth with his hands. "Thank you, Doc. I'll buy the testpack first."

The doctor nodded, seeing the happiness in Kiara's eyes, the doctor went in tears. He lowered his head, rubbing his stomach with a very soft rub. "Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad wa ala ali sayyidina Muhammad. May God leave the baby here soon."

Not only because at a doctor, he knew about the signs of pregnancy, but he had learned all that, he was already very eager to feel what Kiara was feeling at this time. The blessing for each person is different, he just has to be patient, pray, strive and always think well of God.

** ** **

The woman's hand shook when the testpack she was holding showed a very clear line of two. Kiara smothered her mouth with tears bursting out without being asked.

"I'm pregnant?" muttered. Kiara looks up. He tried to endure the pounding of the heart, his breathing was so tight, O Lord ... God entrusted the baby to her. In his stomach was another creature.

The woman who was still in the hospital toilet moved, grasped the object and ran. However, a while later, Kiara slowed down her steps, the woman rubbed her stomach gently. "I'm sorry Mama, son. Mama forgot if there was you, surely you were shaken huh!"

The whispering people looked at Kiara in wonder. Kiara's look was perfect but why was her behavior so strange, she spoke to herself with her stomach?

"Is she probably pregnant? Why so weird?"

"It looks like it's a kid. Maybe you don't understand anything."

Kiara did not hear that, she walked hurriedly to her car. She wanted to tell her husband that she was pregnant. Habibie will definitely be very happy, maybe with her pregnancy, Habibie will start to forget about Almarhumah and Humaira. Kiara believes, Habibie can sacrifice her feelings for the fetus she is carrying.

"Oh my God, my. Alhamdulillah .. Maybe this is a help from God for us. God is good!"

Kiara hugged the testpack with one hand, while the other she used to hold the steering wheel. The woman came back crying, she was really very happy for the presence of her baby candidates. The grace of God that Kiara will never waste.

** ** **

"If we can, we should go to Bali tomorrow morning Li."

"Thank you" he said, bowing slightly. Humaira smiled, but as she looked up, the smile disappeared instantly. Humaira lowered her head again for fear of staring at the dark aura from Habibie's face."Sorry Sir!"

Habibie did not answer. The man straightened his body, it is undeniable that he did steal a little look at his sister-in-law. Habibie is still trying to make sure that Humaira is another figure, she is not Aisyah. There was nothing he should be afraid of. It's all done.

"You're going to Gibran's office?" habibie asked breaking the silence.

"Yes, Sir!" humaira answered nervously. Habibie's aura and Gibran's aura are very different. Habibie was too cold and creepy, he could not bear to look at Habibie.

"Wait!" habibie said as Humaira was about to get out of the elevator. Habibie invites Humaira to go together, while Ali is given a signal that he must leave them.

"Why Sir? Did I make a mistake?" humaira asked confusedly. He never felt he was looking for trouble with Habibie, but Habibie's gaze was too drawing his eyes.

There's no answer. They both remained silent for a while. Habibie just looked down with an uncertain feeling. This Humaira was indeed similar to Aisyah, but upon careful viewing, nothing was identical. Only his face was similar, moreover this Humaira was still very young.

"Why did you accept Gibran's proposal?"

Humaira's forehead shriveled deeply. After their marriage took place, only this time did Humaira get such a question.

"You didn't marry her because you were after her money, did you?"

"Sister Habibie!!!"

Suddenly Gibran appeared with clenched hands. The man's jaw tightened upon hearing the sarcastic question Habibie had shown his wife. The form of indirect humiliation that Habibie did made his pride hurt.

"Suck!" furious Gibran. A moment later, he had already pulled the collar worn by Habibie and punched her brother's face firmly. A loud bang rang out, Habibie fell down but she smiled instead.

"What are you doing huh? You question why Humaira married me? You want the answer?"

Gibran stretched out his arms, hiding Humaira behind his back, the woman was already frightened because of the clumsiness he was doing. Gibran did not intend to scare Humaira, but he was too anxious about Habibie's attitude.

"What undergirded your marriage huh? You just want to torture me, don't you? You're a Gibran hypocrite!"

Habibie who was already standing pulled his tie rough. He walked over to Gibran with a slow step and a grin on his lips.

"You think I don't know if you like my wife? You think I don't know if you love her? Why not just exchange wives?"

Bugh!

Once again Habibie fell. This time it was even firmer than before. Humaira retreated slowly, the woman pressed her back against the wall, smothering her mouth trying to hold the sobbing. Humaira had no idea what was going on, this was too complicated for her, Humaira was dizzy.

"Basic an*ing! You know Habibie. I'm sorry I thought you would change, I regret letting Kak Kiara keep your marriage. You're that crazy. Your mouth and heart were-" Gibran could not continue his sentence. "I married Humaira because I wanted to save your marriage. I married her because I knew God would give her grace after we got married, but what did you do? You're still struggling with the past! Fuck you Habibie!"

Without them knowing, since then someone was holding back the anger in his heart, disappointed, feeling cheated, also lost confidence. Kiara tried hard not to cry. The woman squeezed the testpack that was in her grasp with all her emotions.

"It's worthless that I'm in your eyes, Mas Abie. Am I worse than a cat on the street? You want to trade me for Humaira? Where is your conscience!"

"Mrs!" Ali voicing. The man wanted to ask because Kiara was crying with her body shaking, but Kiara had already left her.

"Near!" mumbles Habibie and Gibran together.