
Zayna was in the family room. The television in front of him was already on. However, the woman had absolutely no interest in the show being shown. He sighed a few times, seeming to have grown tired of the activity.
"Why you?" ask Mama Aisyah who just came.
"I'm confused, Ma. I actually want to cook, but I'm lazy to get into the kitchen."
"Well, don't cook. Just sit here and relax."
"But I want to cook for Mas Ayman."
"How are you, anyway? He said he was lazy to enter the kitchen, but he wanted to cook. Where else would you cook in the kitchen?" mama Aisyah asked in annoyance.
Zayna bowed lethargic. I don't know, he himself was also confused by his wishes. Mama Aisyah shook her head hearing the answer from her daughter-in-law. From the stairs, Ayman went down slowly. The man wanted to surprise his wife by wearing the shirt she bought yesterday.
He was sure that Zayna would be happy to see him. Just imagine making Ayman smile happily. Especially if you see your wife really happy?
"Hi, Honey! How do I look?" ayman asked Zayna to raise her head. The woman looked at what the husband was wearing. He didn't expect Ayman to wear that shirt.
"Why wear that shirt, Mom? The color shirt doesn't match you" said Zayna, making Ayman open his mouth. Though the woman herself asked him to wear it yesterday, but why now even insult him?
"This was your buying shirt yesterday, baby!"
"Yes, but you don't fit that shirt. Already, change clothes there! This color does not match you. You're better suited to wear black or any other color that's dark."
"Yes, but you asked me to wear this yesterday instead" Ayman still tried to defend himself if this was at Zayna's request. But the woman did not care.
"That was my wish yesterday, not anymore."
Ayman took a deep breath so as not to be provoked by emotions. He returned to his room with a lethargic face and changed what he was wearing. Though the man wants to make his wife happy by wearing this shirt. Turns out the opposite, if you know like this why yesterday angry? The more days, Zayna's attitude is getting dizzy.
"If you want to laugh, laugh. No need to be arrested, what is Mama ngetawain, anyway?" ask Zayna after her husband's departure.
"It's okay. Mama can't laugh?" mama Aisyah then passed from there. He headed to the kitchen to see if Bik Ira had finished cooking yet.
"Mrs, why smile? Is there anything funny?" ask Bik Ira.
"Nothing, Bik. Already, Auntie, just continue cooking," said Mama Aisyah.
Actually the woman was suspicious of Zayna if her daughter-in-law was two. However, she did not until the heart said it out of fear that what Mama Aisyah suspected was wrong. Moreover, the woman also often heard from her son, that Zayna was always sad because the results of the testpek showed a line of one.
"Madamma, dinner is ready," said Bik Ira disperse her master's daydream.
"Yes already, Bik. Aunty calls Ayman Zayna. Let me call you Mr. Kinan."
"Okay, Madam." Bik Ira also passed from there to the family room. There was no Zayna there. That woman must be in the room. The middle-aged woman knocked on the door of the room occupied by Ayman and Zayna.
"Master, Neng, the food is ready," called Bik Ira with a slight shout.
"Yes, Bik. Just wait downstairs. Later we go down" said Ayman to make Bik Ira back down. The woman still had to clean the kitchen.
Everyone gathered at the table and began to enjoy dinner. Zayna ate so well. The woman had previously said she wanted to diet. Ayman wanted to reprimand the wife, but was afraid that her mood was not good, so she could only be silent, occasionally looking at the woman.
Mama Aisyah looked at her daughter-in-law. He was very sure of what he had in mind. The woman just smiled seeing Zayna eating so voraciously without caring about the surroundings.
"Where are you going, Ma?" ask Zayna.
"To the place of Mama's friend. Never mind, just come with it! You're not going anywhere, are you?"
"No, Ma. I don't have any appointments with anyone either."
"Good then. Eight o'clock between Mama's leaving, just for a second, really."
"Yes, Ma."
Mama Aisyah already had plans on her son-in-law without Zayna knowing. The woman did not want everyone to know first. If the result is positive. He also did not want Zayna to be sad.
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The next morning, like Mama Aisyah promised last night. She takes Zayna to see her friend, without her daughter-in-law knowing that she will take her to an obstetrician's clinic. Previously Mama Aisyah had also made an appointment with her friend.
"Mama's friend is an obstetrician?" ask Zayna who saw the sign on the side of the road.
"Yes, we used to be a different campus majors, but our relationship is very good," replied Mama Aisyah who continued to walk followed Zayna.
"Surely he's a great guy, huh, Ma? He could be a specialist."
"You just ask the same person directly."
"If I ask him directly like that, I don't feel good about him."
"You'll also see if you meet the person happy. He's a very easy person to get close to anyone. You'll fit in with him."
"Dear of it!" exclaimed the one wearing white clothes when Mama Aisyah and Zayna entered the clinic.
"Doctor Vani, how are you?" ask Mama Aisyah.
"Well, he said he'd be here by noon?"
"At home again do not do anything, so just come here. Oh, yes, introduce this my daughter-in-law's name is Zayna" said Mama Aisyah as she pointed at Zayna.
"Hello, I'm your Mama's friend" said Doctor Vani as he reached out his hand.
"Good morning, Doctor Vani, greetings."
"You are so beautiful! It's worth Ayman chasing you out of town," said Doctor Vani made Zayna ashamed.
They talked for a moment, then Mama Aisyah pretended to take the initiative to check the contents of her daughter-in-law. Zayna, who did not want to be ashamed in front of her friends-in-law, followed. There is no harm in checking yourself. Who knows, Doctor Vani will have a solution so that she will get pregnant quickly.
Doctor Vani asks Zayna to lie on the bed in the room. Mama Aisyah faithfully accompanied her daughter-in-law. He was afraid that his estimation was wrong and made Zayna even sadder. However, if he did not check on his son-in-law, they would never know what happened.
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