The Primadona Malam

Pregnant

"Where, Yes. You've given all his administration to the secretariat?" ask Ahsan.

"Russia, San. Tomorrow I will go to college" replied Natasya.

"Hhh, thank goodness that's it. Let's go in the morning, yes. Let's go together, " Ahsan added.

"What if I go in the afternoon, you don't want to do me?" natasya said, scowling.

"Ish, that's not the time either, Neng. If I had time, God willing I would have anterin you," continued Ahsan.

"Promise?" press Natasya while pointing her little finger.

"Promise!" sahut Ahsan, linking her pinky finger on the pinky finger of her best friend. "Yes, go home! The princess must have been waiting for us" continued Ahsan.

Natasya. He then climbed onto the top of Ahsan's motorbike. Not long ago, the motorbike came out of the campus where they demanded knowledge.

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Yura was unceasingly staring at Niram who was changing clothes. For some reason, Yura felt that the more days, Niram's body became denser and full. The boy rarely exercised. It's just that, a few weeks back, Yura often noticed if the portion of Niram eating increased.

"Oh yes, Nir. How are your parents?" tanya Yura opened the conversation.

"Thank God, they're good, ma'am. In fact, the health of the father began to improve," replied Niram who was still trying to button his jeans.

"Ah, thank goodness then," Yura chimps.

"Yanuar's own news, how's Ma'am?" Niram asked back. His hand was still trying to hook the pants button on his hole.

"Mommy said, she's recovering. The therapy is also going well," Yura said.

"Hmm, good then. May she recover and become a normal child like her friends." Do'a Niram's.

"Aamiin," Yura said.

"Ish, why is it so hard," muttered Niram who could still be heard by Yura.

"Why, Nir?" ask Yura.

"This, Ma'am. His pants are hard to catch. Hmm, did my weight go up again, huh? Feeling, just last month my weight went up. Cook up again, anyway!" moaning Niram who began to give up buttoning his pants.

Niram then reopened the old gray jeans. He attached the pants to the back of the chair next to the dresser.

Yura who heard Niram's complaint, immediately began to look at Niram's body which was only wearing underwear. His forehead frowned when he saw the shape of Niram's chest and buttocks slightly different. It's like being two, Yura thought.

It was not without reason that Yura had such thoughts. In the past, when she was pregnant with her lover's child, Yura also experienced the same body shape change.

"Nir, may I ask you something personal?" yura asked, be careful.

"Hahaha, .. what can I keep secret from Mbak" Niram replied with a laugh. The girl was still busy sorting out her clothes hanging in the wardrobe.

"Ish, Nir .. I'm serious," Yura said.

"Yes, ask me Ma'am, don't bother," replied Niram, still flicking through the clothes he wanted to wear.

"Do you feel nauseous?" Investigate Yura.

"No, thank God my hull is safe for now, tuh," replied Niram.

"Ish, it's not nausea like that I mean," frowned Yura.

"What do you mean, anyway? I don't understand it at all" said Niram.

Yura quiet. He himself was confused to convey his conjecture. This problem was too risky, and he was afraid to offend his best friend. However, if not delivered, he was afraid if Niram grew in shock.

"Have you lately not thought of anything as strange as your body?" great-grandson Yura, asked. "For example .. dizziness, nausea ... emh, or even want something that really wants, ampe can not be rejected," he added carefully. Yura hopes, hopefully by mentioning the symptoms of pregnant people, Niram can digest where the direction of the conversation.

"No, tuh. This Mbak section is weird, it's Niram again ngi ...."

Niram paused his sentence. Suddenly he remembered about the symptoms of cravings. My God, isn't what Ms Yura mentioned, a sign of a pregnant person? What may I ....

"No way, ma'am," murmured Niram who suddenly felt limp all over.

Niram is starting to go. Suddenly, his head felt heavy. Suddenly she held on to the end of the dresser so as not to fall.

"Eh, be careful, Nir!" said Yura who immediately rushed towards Niram.

Yura turned Niram to the bed. He also helped Niram to sit on the edge of the bed. His heart felt pity to see Niram who looked in shock.

"Sorry, Nir. I don't mean to surprise you. I'm just wondering about your attitude lately. You're weird, Nir. And your physical characteristics show that you're like you're–"

"Pregnant! Like a pregnant woman, isn't she, Ma'am?" cut Niram, wiry.

Yura nodded, slowly. "When was the last time you got your period?" tanyakanya.

"Ni-niram forgot, Ma'am. Niram did not remember anything, but .. as Niram remembered, as if the last menstruation, when Niram was still living in uncle Halim's house," said Niram with trembling lips.

"That means .. if indeed you are pregnant .. you must contain the seed of that bastard, Nir. The man who raped you!" guess Yura.

The deg!

Niram was very surprised to hear Yura's presumption. A trace of the shadow forced it back across his memory. Nah! I don't want to conceive that boy. No, Niram screams in his heart.

Seeing the change in the look on Niram's face, Yura immediately hugged Niram. She was afraid that this woman would go back to hysterical and depreciating after learning of the possibility.

"Calm down, Niram. Everything is still a presumption. Tomorrow, we'll see an obstetrician to make sure. Relax!" yura said as she rubbed the back of her best friend.

"I-I'm scared, Ma'am." Lirih Nirams.

"No, Nir. You must be strong. Everything will definitely be fine," Yura added, trying to calm her best friend's heart.

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The Village Puskesmas.

"Alhamdulillah, Mr. Hanafi's condition is progressing quite rapidly. Provided diligent take medication and routine check-ups, I am sure that Mr. Hanafi can recover as soon as possible" said Dr. Agus.

"Thank God, Doc. All this is inseparable from the Doctor's help to cure my illness" Hanafi replied, "thank you, Doc" he added.

"Together, Sir. I'm just showing you the way, sir. All this thanks to the strong struggle of the Father to heal. And of course, with God's permission as well" continued Dr. Agus.

Hanafi smiled. Inwardly he said that all this was over his daughter's efforts as well.

Thank you, Son. Thank you for working so hard for your treatment, my friend.

"It's a prescription vitamin and also a cure. I can make up for it at the front of the pharmacy" said Dr. Agus while handing a piece of paper to Halimah.

"Thank you, Doc. Then, excuse us first" said Halimah.