The Ruler's Love Contract

Baby, I am Coming

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It is currently ten in the morning Istanbul time and surrounding areas. Bright skies with white clouds dotting the sky. Even the wind was felt to begin to rarely blow. Maybe because the day is near noon the weather feels a little hot.

I was sitting reading some books on the porch of the apartment. I read a book on the history of this city. I don't know why I feel so interested in learning it. It turns out that Turkey has a warlord that I admire. Some are even able to sail large ships on land. He was Sultan Muhammad Al Fatih who liberated Constantinople several hundred years ago.

I'm really interested in the history of the world. But sometimes I find history that doesn't fit the reality. Just like the history of Kemal Ataturk in Turkey. History says he was a hero to the Turks. But when sought to know the truth is even inversely proportional to reality. He was a traitor to the Turks who made the Ottoman Empire collapse. Isn't that very different?

There is no need to talk about Turkey more specifically. Global examples such as Charles Darwin who carried out the theory of humans came from apes. That doesn't make any sense anymore. How did apes evolve into humans? How can the tail be lost? And how could the fine hair all over her body be as beautiful as a human now?

I foolishly believed him. Yes understandably, since Junior High has been doctored history books like that. It can only be mangosteen. The heart strongly rejects him. Because there's something more plausible than that. All humans on earth were created from Adam and Eve. Ape is a man who is cursed by God for his disbelief. That makes more sense to me. Is there a human who wants to be said to be a descendant of apes?

"Ara, I want to go to the market for a while. Ara wants to come?" Suddenly my mother-in-law came. It seems he finished performing the prayer.

"Em, Ara's home, Mom. I can't get out." I reminded mom of her son's message.

"Come on, son. She wears clothes that are covered and also wears a niqab. Ara want to go for a walk with mom?" ask my mother-in-law again.

"Em ...," I thought. Actually still want to read a history book about this city. But my mother-in-law took me out. In my own apartment, I was worried too.

How yes? Accept it or not? I was confused myself. "Em, Ara doesn't have any clothes covering her entire body, ma'am. Mommy have?" ask her.

My mother-in-law smiled. "Attent. I'm looking for ya." My mother-in-law also went to look for the clothes in question.

I honestly wish I didn't come. But whatever the power, I can't be home alone either. Moreover, my stomach is getting bigger like a month old. The feeling of heaviness, nausea and dizziness sometimes become one. Don't know why it could be like this. Though when he made it not to imagine it would be like this. So be lucky for a man because he does not feel the pain.

Honey, I miss you so much. Don't you miss me? Why not go home too? It's been almost a week.

I honestly miss my husband. A few days without her on the side made me endure the passionate longing. Inexhaustible with the mothers who were left to work far away by her husband. I can't imagine how much that longing gnawed at his heart. I've only been a few days almost frustrated. Especially them. Women are created so tough to deal with the problems that exist. Evidently many women are independent while still taking care of their children.

"Ara, if this one wants to?" asked my mother-in-law while bringing me a long black dress.

"Em ..," I saw the shirt wasn't like a continuous robe because it had trousers.

"Ara just wear it, Mom." I got up to try to wear it.

Because it's not good, I just obey my mother-in-law's wishes. I went into the room carrying the clothes he gave me, and tried. It turned out that his clothes were too big.

Mom is just there. It's too big.

My mother-in-law laughed. "Hahaha. Then mom's out. Ara is here. If there's anything immediately press the emergency alarm for security to come here immediately" my mother-in-law's message said.

"Good, Mom."

I nodded as well, smiling. I let him go and leave me here. I want to continue reading again.

An hour later...

I was hungry and went to the kitchen to find food. But when I got to the kitchen, I saw no more snacks that I used to eat. I don't know where they are, it seems like everything has gone into my stomach. Understandably pregnant women, want a lot of snacking and drinking fresh drinks. But baby, when I opened the refrigerator it was only the remaining fruits typical of the Middle East.

"Kurma again, dates again."

I finally got what was there. I tasted one by one while rubbing my stomach. Do not forget to eat it with an odd amount. And when I reached the seventh date, I heard the sound of the bell ringing. I don't know who's coming.

"Who is it?"

I quickly went to the door to see who was coming. When I got there I peeked at it first from the magnifying glass at the door. I set up a baseball bat if the one who came was an uninvited guest. But, while peeking through the magnifying glass, my heart was also pounding. It turns out that what came was...

"Darling?!!"

I open the door and see who's coming. It turned out that my prince was the one who avenged the longing. I smiled at him without caring about his surroundings. At that moment I slammed into his arms.

"My dear!"

I was so happy to see the tall, masculine man already in front of me. It feels so gleeful. I wanted to scream to express this happiness. However, as I tried to hug her tighter, I found it difficult. Something seems to be between us. And that's my stomach.

"Can't do it?" He even mocked me.

"Darling, I miss you" I said as I wrestled with her.

"Yes-yes. I miss you too." He rubbed my head.

"Hug me." I also show him.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!" I heard the sound of people coughing.

"Eh, who?" I also realized that there were still people coming. I looked around to make sure. And it turns...

"Sister Owdie?!" At that time I also realized that my husband came home with his brother.