The Love of the Duda

TCSD 131: The Fruit of Our Love

The woman's eyeball that was lying weak seemed to move a little even though her petals were still in a closed state. Slowly, the eyelids began to open. The woman slightly pinched, trying to resist the glare from the light beam that felt so piercing her cornea. His fingers also moved as if to signal that he had woken up from his sleep.

Mara lowered her eyes. There was a man who fell asleep in a sitting position on a chair right beside his waist. The man's hand was also seen grasping his fingers, but he was still not aware if from earlier the fingers in his grasp began to move. Maybe because of the feeling of tiredness that whack, so that makes him sleep soundly like this.

Mara smiled knot. Seeing her husband beside her seemed to make the woman feel such bliss. I don't know what she's really been through, because for the last few days, she felt like she always wanted to be close to her husband.

Mara tried to let go of the hand of God. The man only looked a little squirming and again he continued his sleep. Slowly, Mara gently rubbed the dark hair of the Gods while unceasingly painting a smile of gratitude on her lips. Grateful, because in the stroke of his life's destiny, God sent a man who loved him so much.

"Darling... Are you conscious?"

The god, who had previously dissolved in the dream crib, slowly began to reach his consciousness, as he felt Mara's handcuffs gently on her hair. Now his body is sitting upright in the small chair he is sitting in.

Mara nodded slowly. "Mas, can you help me to adjust the position of this hospital bed to be slightly upright? It feels so tired to keep lying down like this."

The gods covered his smile. "Of course Honey. Let alone to change the position of this hospital bed, you ask to replace this hospital bed with a spring bed like the one in our room, I will definitely do."

Mara just chuckled. Her husband is very good at melting the atmosphere. Although he is currently lying in a hospital that gives off a little aura of horror, but the husband is always successful in entertaining him. "You're all there is!"

"How Dear? Does this position feel comfortable?"

"Already Mas. It's comfortable."

The god sat back in the small chair beside Mara's bed. He grabbed the wife's palm and he put it on her cheek. With a shady feeling, the man looked at the shade of these two eyes of his wife.

"Mas, what exactly happened to me? Why am I in the hospital?"

The god dipped Mara's hand-drawn books intensely, as if to be one of the signs of how much she loved her wife. "Thank you Darling. Thanks!"

Mara was flabbergasted, a little astonished by what her husband said. He was so curious why he got to the hospital, but the husband even thanked him.

"Thank you? Thanks for what?"

"Thank you for being willing to contain the seeds of our love dear."

"B-Sad love? You mean, I-I.....?"

Mara is no longer able to withstand the happiness that always fills the spaces of the heart. That sense of happiness felt explosive as if it wanted to get out of filling this room. Until the joys of happiness can only be implied from the happy tears that flowed from his eyes.

The god nodded his head, rose from his sitting position and attempted to reach his wife's forehead. Many times he kissed Mara with great affection. "Dear, you are now bearing the fruit of our love. In your stomach has grown our future son."

"Mas.... I-I wasn't dreaming, was I? I-this is real, right?"

"To know the real thing or not, let's see Mom together!"

The conversation of Mara and the Gods was interrupted when the voice of a woman was heard in this room. Both of them simultaneously circulated their eyes towards the source of the sound.

"Doctor Sastri?" the Lord said when he saw the doctor walking towards him.

Mara shook her head. Because in fact, the pain that had attacked now is not felt at all. "No Doc. My stomach doesn't hurt anymore."

"Thank God then, ma'am. Now please lie down. Let's see together, what's in Mara's mother's stomach!"

Mara according. Assisted by the Gods, Mara's body is now in a perfect lying position. A nurse who had been with Sastri, started smearing Mara's stomach with gel. Slowly, Sastri's doctor began to move the ultrasound device directly connected to the monitor screen.

"Well, this is the appearance of Mara's mother's womb, yes. If I hear from Mr. Dewa, since when he did not get the holiday ration of lovemaking, the current gestational age of Mara's mother enters the age of 12 weeks."

Mara and the Gods stared fixedly at the monitor screen. The couple stared at Haru with what was presented in there. A life in the womb of a woman.

"Well, is that my son's candidate?"

The gods don't believe he'll soon be a father. A dream that he had long wanted, now will soon become real through the figure of his beloved wife.

"Betul Sir. This is the son of God sir and also Mara. And now it's in good health and well."

Mara was still staring in amazement at what she saw. It's all like a dream. It is still very difficult to believe that in her womb a little angel is growing.

"Mas... That's our son!"

The god nodded steadily with tears falling from his clear well. I do not know how many times the man rained the head of the wife with a kiss full of love. "Honey, that's our son-in-law."

"Well, at this time Mara must be more careful in the activities. Because Ms. Mara had experienced bleeding, I recommend that Ms. Mara not do too much strenuous activity. And...."

Mara's forehead shriveled a little. Curious because the doctor paused his words. "And what Doc?"

Doctor Sastri chuckled softly. "And please tell Mr. God not to be too forsing Mara's energy when on the bed. If previously the activity of making love was done every day, maybe now enough twice in one week."

The face of the God suddenly changed pias. His body seemed to be sluggish when the doctor gave such advice. "Should it be twice in one week Doc? Can't it be four times?"

Doctor Sastri just throbbed. Apparently the husband of this patient has really been addicted to his own wife's body. "If Mr. Dewa wants Mara and prospective children of the Father in good condition, please do this advice from me. But if not, yes all the risk of God's own responsibility."

Suddenly the face of God changed. "Wes abot iki's... Abots... " (This weight, weight!)

Doctor Sastri, Mara, and also the nurse could only laugh at the face of the God who looked so pitiful. Mara looked back at the monitor in front of her. That happy smile was endlessly painted on his lips.

Thank you for all these gifts from you, God... I promise I will always take good care of Your care. Definitely steal it with great love and affection.

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