
After the examination at Doctor Nuri's place, Giselle and Gibran immediately returned home. However, before arriving home, they both ordered Fried Rice, Fried Noodles, and Chicken Kuluyuk which they would enjoy. Therefore, now Gibran stopped his car to buy dinner.
"You wait in the car, honey. Instead of later nausea smell a pungent aroma. Let me go down" Gibran told his wife.
Giselle nodded her head. Really, her husband is an understanding figure. He even wanted to go down on his own and asked Giselle to just wait in the car for pity if Giselle had to go back to nausea and vomiting.
"Sorry yes, Mas .. troublesome," replied Giselle.
"Not a hassle at all, dear. I can serve my own wife. Wait in the car. If anyone wants to be signed, just send a message, I'll buy it" Gibran replied.
After that Gibran went down and bought dinner for them. Giselle chose to wait in the car. Occasionally he smelled the aroma of garlic that smelled even fragrant around the seller Bakmi and Nasi goreng.
"May I not be nauseous again, Lord. Give me strength as long as I have this fruit of my heart. Give me patience too. I wish this baby could further cement my relationship with Mas Gibran. Acceptable also by my mother-in-law," murmured Giselle with herself.
It is undeniable when nausea and vomiting constantly tastes very bad. The body is really limp. Therefore, Giselle hopes she can be healthier. In addition, Giselle hopes the presence of her baby can also restore her relationship with her own in-laws.
Nearly twenty minutes passed, and the food they ordered was finished. Gibran got into the car with two white plastic bags.
"Twad two bags, Mas?" giselle asked her husband.
"I bought one Kuluyuk Chicken for Mom. Let me take you later, honey. All of you tell me about your pregnancy" Gibran said.
From Gibran's attitude it was clear that Gibran was actually a good and devoted child. If he could, what he ate would also be eaten by his mother as well. Therefore, Gibran also bought Chicken Kuluyuk for his mother.
"What's up, Mas?" giselle asked her husband.
"Let's just a minute, honey. You're not coming down, it's okay. I'm not forcing it. Anyway, I know how you feel. Let me just get off well, you wait in the car."
It was not that she was being disrespectful, but indeed Giselle felt that her heart was still not ready to meet her mother-in-law. As if there is a trauma that can arise because for two years, and almost every day always scolded his mother-in-law. As if Giselle was still afraid to meet her mother-in-law. Although Giselle also knew, her attitude was also wrong. He seems to have self-defense and also can not reconcile himself. However, as an ordinary human being, Giselle also needs time.
"I'm sorry, Mom. Not that I'm disrespectful, but I'm not ready to meet Mom. I'm still afraid of being scolded again" she replied.
"Yes, Honey. Same ... I know how you feel," Gibran replied.
Slowly, Gibran arrived at his mother's house. From the outside, Gibran also felt sorry for his mother who lived alone. However, Gibran felt unable to return to his mother's house, the relationship between his mother and his wife had deteriorated. It is hard to reconcile the two.
"You wait here first yeah .. I met Mom first," Gibran said to his wife.
"Assalamualaikum, Mother," Gibran said by knocking on his mother's door.
Not long after, the door opened. His mother opened the door for Gibran. Staring at Gibran to the two glances of his sharp eyes. However, at the same time BU Rosa did not like to see Giselle waiting in her car.
"Why doesn't your wife sleep? Don't you like it, not as good as setting foot in her in-laws' house?" ask Miss Rosa.
"No, Ma. The new Giselle was exhausted and not feeling well" Gibran replied.
Now Miss Rosa clucked and couldn't believe that Giselle was not feeling well. For him it was just an excuse if Giselle did not want to come down and set foot in his house.
"Ck, Mom never believed in him" she replied.
Gibran let out a long breath. Must try to be patient. Because, the character of his mother is like that. If until he followed, it would make it more dangerous later.
"Mom, Gibran just stopped by for a while to give my mother's favorite Chicken Kuluyuk," he said while switching the conversation.
"You guys just got home from work at this hour? You don't know the rules, Bran. In the past, staying at the house Mother, every five o'clock in the afternoon has gone home. Now, this hour just got home. You really are, Bran," retorted Miss Rosa who really felt Gibran
"Mother, please listen to Gibran first. Gibran came home at this hour also for his own reasons. Gibran and Giselle are out of the clinic, ma'am. Thank God our prayers were answered by God. Giselle is pregnant now. Gibran will be Father, and Mother will be Grandmother. You're happy, aren't you Mom? Finally after almost three years have passed, finally a happy day will arrive" he said.
Gibran's feeling of happiness can give good news to his mother. In addition, in Gibran's heart was hoping that his mother would be able to accept him. Improving her relationship and attitude towards Giselle all along.
"Mom not happy?" gibran asked after observing the look on his mother's face. Gibran thought his mother would be happy because she would eventually become a Grandma. However, Gibran was wrong because his mother was ordinary.
"Happy, it's normal. What good? Our neighbor is a month of marriage is also pregnant, no need to wait until more than two years," replied Miss Rosa.
"Mom, we're both special cases. So, indeed the best time of God is now" Gibran replied.
However, Miss Rosa shook her head, accompanied by her curved lips. I disagree with Gibran. "It's not you two, it's your wife's special case that can't get pregnant. His son's mother is very healthy" he replied.
"Mother" replied Gibran.
"What are you talking about, Gibran? If your wife is healthier, won't wait this long. You're the stupid one" replied Miss Rosa.
With a heavy heart, Gibran had to wipe out all the feelings in his heart. All the thoughts in his mind. She thought her mother would be happy to hear about Giselle's pregnancy, but she wasn't. Gibran's wrong. Gibran is disappointed again.