The Secound Choice's

Fifty Four

The face was completely pale, countless of times he spewed out all of his entrails leaving only a colorless liquid.

Fauzi is not stopping to pay attention, starting from pouring eucalyptus oil into the stomach, nape, even to the soles of his wife's feet. Stabbing the sole of the foot with his finger while continuing to seduce his wife to want to be taken to the doctor.

"Come on, honey. Don't be like this. If you do not want to go to the doctor at least eat the porridge that has been made Sari this." One bowl of porridge is located on the table near the bed.

Yoli who had just been silent now pointed towards the base of the mattress.

"What?!" fauzi did not understand

"Bantal?!" asked again, Yoli shook her head while covering her mouth with her hands.

"The clothes under the pillow, Mas ..." Yoli painstakingly answered him

Fauzi lifted the pillow nearby and took what his wife wanted. The man was surprised to see the object under the pillow. He knows that shirt.

"It!" tanyanya brought the shirt closer to Yoli who was sitting at the end of the bed.

Yoli grabbed him and covered her mouth with the shirt. Deeply he smelled the aroma that he liked very much, gradually his nausea disappeared. Her husband stared fixedly at Yoli, looking questioningly at her with an ever-expanding smile.

"Most often, but I can leave me!" said Fauzi teasing the wife who looked shy to hear her husband's words marked by a smile that made her eyes narrow.

The man eroded the distance, the two of them were sitting side by side without pause.

"Stinks! There!!" remove Yoli suddenly and then back cover the shirt he held earlier to his entire face.

"Why the hell, Dek. Same clothes!"

"Yes, but it doesn't smell like usual."

"Well, do you change perfume?" said the woman again, Fauzi was like thinking

"Yes anyway. The old one runs out, want to buy the same brand does not exist." he explained

"Mas go far. I don't like the smell!" Yoli regurgitated her entrails running to the bathroom.

"Something's wrong." - Inner Fauzi, the man left his wife and walked into the kitchen to meet Sari

"Cari!"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Please invite the village midwife here. Here's the key to the bike." Fauzi's orders give the key to the bike that's still in his pocket. Sari could not argue even though while walking she thought about what reason she would use so that the village midwife would come with her.

"Have, Deck?" fauzi asked, making sure that Yoli was okay inside the bathroom that she had locked from the inside

"Hm!" answer his wife

"Bath bath yeah, Mas. No need to wear that perfume anymore!" yoli said out of the bathroom

"Yes yes, Mas took a bath." the man took a towel in his backpack and hurriedly went inside the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Fauzi looked fresher, and the smell had now turned into the smell of soap. Yoli inhaled the scent deeply.

"Scented yet?" his wife smiled, nodding

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

"Call the midwife here?!" yoli asked, Fauzi said yes while rushing to open the door

"Assalamu'alaikum!" said the woman in all white clothes with a light brown hijab entered the room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mom. Please." replied Fauzi smiling kindly.

"Why, Yol. Still nauseous?" ask the village midwife. Yoli nodded and smiled shyly

"The habit! Her name is also young pregnant. But yes, forced to eat also dong." said the village midwife, guessing that the lathe bowl on the nightstand was indeed owned by Yoli

"No slack, ma'am" replied Yoli

"Try the thought, the inside also tried to be invited to interaction. Just talk in your heart, it must be up to that." great-granddaughter of the midwife.

"Maclum yes, sir. Indeed, if pregnancy is different, the father as a husband must be patient. Sometimes the request will also be strange" said the midwife also to Fauzi. While the man looked at his wife with an indecipherable look

"I'm just packing the vitamins. My advice is to try Yoli drinking milk, drinking milk that does not taste like Yoli nausea alone, or all milk that reduces nausea" said midwife put a blood pressure meter in her bag.

"There is milk. I will give it to Sari." he said again.

"Thank you, Mom. Sorry to bother you." said Yoli woke up from her sleep and took back an Army-colored shirt and covered it in her mouth and nose.

"Hm ... Looks like her nausea cure is just this husband, sir. Look what Yoli always carries around with her." the village midwife laughed to Fauzi, the man smiled

The woman who was about 40 years old was brought home by Sari. Now only the two of them live in that room.

"This is real, honey?" fauzi asked after closing the door

"You pregnant?" Fauzi got closer and smiled wider

"Yes, Mas. Alhamdulillah ..." replied Yoli

"Alhamdulillah O Allah." Fauzi hugged his wife and kissed her.

"I'll be a Dad!! Thanks, Honey. Thanks though. Adekc ... You're fine, son. Don't make your mama bother!" whisper it on the flat stomach

"Hm ... Yoli wants to be called Ummi."

"Oh, Ummi! Abi dong's partner!" Fauzi looked up at his wife's teary face again

"Yes, Abi!" answer Yoli,

"Why are you crying again?"

"It's okay, Mom. Yoli didn't expect this much."

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Hm 🥰🥰🥰🥰