The Heart of Raisya

Unlucky

One month later

I'm late for the month already a week. Usually au does not think too much, because it has become commonplace. But this time I really took into account, because I already have a husband. We were expecting a child in the middle of our family. Although only 40 days old, Mas Haris was very enthusiastic when talking about heredity. Today I decided to go almost to the pharmacy to buy a tespeck. Although I did not feel anything different in me, but there was nothing I tried to test. It just so happens that today I use my own motorbike, because Mas Haris can't drive me. He had a job out of town, helping a friend who was pioneering a property venture. Tomorrow afternoon, he can go home.

At school, Ms. Nesti shared her wedding invitations with her teachers and staff.

"The one who wants to marry!" My god.

"Stress me, Mom! Towards marriage why is there any temptation!"

"What does temptation mean?"

"There's a little problem that we've been fighting about, just a little bit of a fight, a little bit better."

"Reg, Mom. Most of them are like that, he said. But yesterday I wanted to get married, thank God there was no problem. Maybe because it's not easy to put two different opinions together, ma'am. Someone has to give up."

"Huf... Maybe so, Mom."

"What about, there's been no sign of a distended stomach yet?"

"The stomach is distended every day to eat rice!" Answer thus.

"Heheh... I mean it's positive, hasn't it?"

"Not yet to know, Mom. Keep saying his prayers, huh?"

"Definitely, Mom. Yes, let's go home! It's been quiet!"

We went home on our own roads. I stopped by the pharmacy not far from school.

"Can we help you, brother?"Ask the Pharmacy's guard.

"Yes, I want to buy a tespeck, ma'am."

"The standard or the bagusan, brother?"

"Just bagusan."

"This, Brother! It cost thirty thousand."

"All right, here's the money.

"This is the change, brother. Thank you, always healthy."

I got out of the pharmacy and continued on my way home.

The next day, in the morning blind. I held my ken* water for my test.With the instructions I began to try to practice. After waiting a minute, I saw the results.

Line one, it turns out I'm not pregnant.

I quickly threw the tespeck away. Then shower and ablution'.

In the afternoon when I came home from school I got a message from Sofi that it turns out that she is currently pregnant with her second child. It is known that the age of the womb is two months old. Of course I'm happy to hear it, but I'm also sad that I'm not pregnant.

Patience, Rai! There is still a chance next month.

"Assalamu'alaikum, my dear."

"Wa'alaikum hail, Mas."

"Why so?"

"Just come home, again in the fall room, Mas so go home, right?"

"So dong! It's already on the street, still stopping by prayers in the mosque."

"Thank God, then."

"What do you want to ask for, honey?"

"By his people. Oops!" I shut my mouth because I realized my answer.

"Cie... Does anyone miss it? But the prestige doesn't say!"

"Who's the miss, Mas?"

"You're! Ghost time?Haha...."

At 4pm, Mas Haris arrived home. I welcome her home on the doorstep. He brought souvenirs typical of Malang.

"Capek yes, Mum?"

"Lumayan, baby."

"Here I go!"

"Ah coincidentally, my wife is indeed very understanding." Mas Haris opened his shirt and went bare-chested.

"Lho, how did it open? Do you just want a massage?"

"Let's soak in the touch, Deck. In the room wearing a hijab, Dek? Open hijab!"

I'm not protesting anymore.I'm opening my hijab. Right now I'm wearing a front-resliting-model home dresser. I started massaging Mas Haris' back body.

"Well yeah, that part is even stronger, Deck!"

Then he turned around to turn into sleeping on his back.

"Where else is Mas, the pegel?"

"My shoulder, Deck!"

"Dec, come closer! Please massage my head, it seems a bit quail."

I turned to the top of his head with both hands. I focused on seeing his head. Suddenly Mas Haris opened my gamis resliting.

"Mas, what do you want?"

"Mi grandchild, baby."

"God..."

"Aren't you missing, Dek? Speak with a loud voice.

Mas Haris swiped his hand forcing out one of my chunks from behind the resliting open robe. Playing the cherry that has been plastered on it. Then suck the cherry like a starving baby.

"Eugh..." I felt the sensation.

"Open, baby! I want it so much."

Finally we made love in the afternoon, with a fairly heavy rain atmosphere.

"Mas, wake! Already maghrib!"

"Well... The maghrib?"

"Yes, Mum." Mas Haris directly rehearsed to the bathroom and took ablution' about to pray Maghrib.

"Mas, you didn't take a shower?"

"Cold, Deck!"

"But we're done with it."

"Gosh.." Mas Haris goes through his own keningnys."Forgot, Deck. hehe...."Mas Haris went back to the bathroom. I just nodded to see my husband.

After Mas Haris finished from the bathroom we prayed Maghrib congregation.

"Mas, this morning I've been trying to put on a tespeck."

"Keep...?"

"Huft..negative." I bowed listlessly.

"Yes, it's okay. We can try again, honey."

"Sofi's pregnant, Mas."

"Patience, darling! Maybe God still wants us to date, because we've never dated before." Mas Haris strengthened me.

"Are you okay, Mom?"

"You don't stress, honey. It will affect hormones. We should try more. Means I should be more diligent in pounding you."

"Maass!!"

"Hehe...."

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Day after day passed, the current age of Sofi's content was seven months. Today is a seven-monthly tasyakkuran event at Sofi's house. And I haven't been given the mandate to get pregnant. Several families compared her to a brother who was married almost simultaneously to me, and she was instantly pregnant. My classmates at school also compared me to Ms. Nesti who is now five months pregnant.

Sometimes I'm afraid I have to hang out with people. I was afraid of not being able to control my emotions when I heard unpleasant words in my heart.

We are currently at Sofi's house, because the show will be held intermittently again. Me and Ummi help in wrapping up the blessing. There are some neighbors Sofi and Irfan's family who also help. Mas Haris family can not attend, because it is still home to Grandma Mas Haris in Banyuwangi.

"Jeng, that's Sofi's sister getting married, why am I not invited? Said Irfan's distant brother to Ummi.

I heard their chatter, because I was sitting behind Ummi.

"Yes Jeng, sorry. Because the show is simple. Rai doesn't want a rame-rame."

"I think because of the rush of marriage, already pregnant first, you know, today's children are strange, Jeng! Not pregnant yet, right?

What's a mercon's mouth, ma'am? Not filtered first. It's mom's heart, not chicken. Patience, Rai! Don't ignore it!

"Astaghfirullah.may our children come down from what Allah hates, Jeng. Raisya is not pregnant yet, maybe next month can follow Sofi." Ummi can still hold back emotions.

"How many months is it, Jeng?"

"Six months' walk."

"Oh... different yes, same sister? If Sofi is immediately pregnant, this is her brother has been married twice, but has not been able to mermetunan."

"Not yet windfall Mbak, not good to compare." Mama Irfan chimed in, for not feeling good to us. The mother was silent and did not answer again.

Actually very sad, it hurts. But I kept showing my smile, even though my heart wasn't okay. Sometimes I want to be an introvert. But my social soul I can't be pathetic.

After the show is over. We are ready to go home. Only Ummi stayed at Sofi's house.

Seriate.....

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Thank you for being faithful here Brother Readers. I'm sorry if anyone's disappointed that Raisa's not pregnant.

I made this novel so as not to be too much, and in accordance with the reality of life.

Support always my work yes, Kak😍🤗😘

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