The Journey of Love Nayla

Bonchap #1

That morning there was the sound of people throwing up in the bathroom. Alvin is convinced that it is the voice of his wife, Nayla. Alvin, who was working on his office job, immediately approached his wife who was still vomiting in the bathroom.

"Nay, are you okay?" ask Alvin worried. He scratched his wife's neck slowly.

Nayla's body, which was sweating coldly and her face was pale, made Alvin even more worried about his wife's situation. Moreover, this has happened since a few days ago.

"We'd better go see a doctor, I'm afraid you're okay, honey."

"No Al I'm fine," replied Nayla.

Alvin grabbed his wife's body and took her to sit on the edge of the bed.

"For a moment, baby!" alvin exclaimed, he went out of their room. Not long after, Alvin returned with a cup of warm tea and helped his wife drink the warm tea.

"Already, Al. I don't want to drink anymore" Nayla refused, pushing the spoon that would feed her.

Alvin put the cup he had in his hand on the nightstand. Now his hand turned to take something from the drawer, more precisely taking a bottle of eucalyptus oil. Alvin opened a small bottle of eucalyptus oil and rubbed it on the nape of his wife.

"Let's just go to the doctor, I can't bear to see you like this!" bring Alvin.

"No Al, I don't like the smell of drugs in the hospital" Nayla said.

"Nayla darling, but if we don't go to the Doctor we won't know what your cause is like this."

"Actually without going to the Doctor I already know the cause of me like this."

Alvin frowned looking at his wife.

Now it's Nayla's turn to take something from the drawer. Nayla gives the thing she took to Alvin.

"Isn't this ...."

Alvin immediately hugged his wife's body and then showered her with a kiss.

"Thank you, baby. Thank you for wanting to conceive my son again."

"You're talking about what Al is. Of course forever I will sincerely carry your child, even ten or eleven children I will be very sincere in doing so," replied Nayla.

"Are you really pregnant with eleven of my children?"

"It's just Al's parable, but if God had given us that many children, I would have been sincere and even very sincere."

"But I don't have the heart to see you suffer like this" Alvin said. "Enough 2 or 3."

Now it was Nayla's turn to hug Alvin very tightly.

"But we still have to go to the doctor to make sure. And besides, there might be a cure or something I could ask for to reduce the nausea you're feeling."

"But Al ...."

"Nothing but, I want to make sure the condition of your body and my future child in your stomach is fine" said Alvin while rubbing Nayla's stomach is still flat.

"Not your son, but our son. Remember Al, our son." Nayla protested that emphasizing our word on her speech.

"Dear, yes, our son."

Alvin and Nayla throw smiles at each other. The two beads they looked at each other, slowly but surely the distance between the faces of the two was decreasing. Nayla closed her eyes to prepare for her husband's kiss. But when the lips of the two almost fused suddenly ....

"Dad, Mother."

Arvin's voice from the door interrupts the two, without feeling sinful, Arvin sits between his parents. Alvin and Nayla smiled again, then hugged their son together.