The Tomb Next to the House

16. Pregnant

The window I was looking at began to condense. It shows how cold the air is outside. The rain had just stopped. Leave a muddy puddle on every hole out there.

"You don't want to rest?" Mas Raihan came from behind, putting a thick blanket on the back of my body.

"Mass?"

"What, Deck?"

"Mas already know the news about our neighbor?" I asked, without taking my eyes off the window.

There were sounds of footsteps approaching. Both of his warm hands were placed on each of my shoulders.

"Do you know, Dek? That our neighbor—"

"It's dead, isn't it, Mas?" as impatient as I am.

Nodding the head of Raihan mas seen from the window glass I was looking at.

"But why didn't I talk to you before?"

Mas Raihan moved to the side of my body, then squatted while holding the fingers I put on the thighs.

"Mas just doesn't want you to think. Let you get well. Mas kangen the same Via that is stubborn, active, can not be brake. If you keep getting sick, I'm tormented, Dek."

When I heard it, my tears just escaped without me being able to hold back. I shouldn't be mad at my husband so good.

"M-sorry ... "goddess.

Raihan stood up. My head in his arms.

"No need to apologize. There's nothing wrong here. Sleep, yuk?"

Invite Mas Raihan I responded with a nod. My husband also lifted my body bridal style towards our throne tonight.

"If you want to visit the tomb of our neighbor, tomorrow Mas can deliver," Mas Raihan bargained before closing his eyes.

"Thank you, Mom."

We also hugged each other. Spreading warmth from the body, before finally welcoming each of our dreams.

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"Jeekk!"

It's been the umpteenth time I've had to try to get the contents out of my stomach this morning. My body is feeling better, but why is this nausea not gone too?

This nausea only occurs in the morning. It was like lost in time. The same feeling when I first became pregnant with Althaf.

Don't tell me I'm pregnant with Bryan's son?

Astaghfirullah .... Amit-amit, don't let that happen.

I don't even remember if he took it out inside or outside. Duh, why is my fool growing up, anyway?

There is only one way to prove that idea. Fortunately, I kept the test pack in my wardrobe.

Rushing into the bedroom, I headed for the wardrobe located in the corner of the room. When I opened the white-painted closet, actually in between the bottom there was a pair of eyes that kept watching me. Something was sitting there.

But, I don't care. My hands unraveled the stack of clothes that had folded neatly one by one. Until a rectangular plastic wrap about the fingertips.

"Well! Here goes!" Glad it finally found it too. I thought it was gone or I forgot to put it.

After the thing I was looking for was in my grasp, I immediately closed the closet door, then darted towards the bathroom to wear it.

The process circuit has been done. Now there's only one more step. My heart is waiting for the result. Hope to worry wait.

It's more thrilling than seeing the rapper Althaf which I believe is always satisfying. I prefer to close my eyes. I was so worried my fear was coming true.

One. Two. Three. I finally opened my eyes to see the results. And ....

Alhamdulillah ....

Instantly my body slumped. Crying so badly. I don't know, I have to be happy or sad. The testpack in my hand shows two red lines. Which means I'm pregnant.

All I know is that pregnancy is a fortune. God gives us the blessing of trust to keep his title. Should I be grateful at this time?

My roar was more heartbreaking than when Bryan forced me the other day. If Raihan knows the truth, I'm afraid he'll divorce a wife who can't keep her honor like I do.

Thankfully, I am home alone now. After confirming my health, Raihan finally returned to work to complete his delayed project. At this hour, Althaf is still at school.

So I don't have to worry, if there's another ear hearing my cry of pills. About two hours ago, I wept over my misfortune. During that time I kept locked up in the bathroom until my eyes swelled up.

Right now I don't have anyone to share the grievances in my heart. Therefore, I also take ablution water to perform Dhuha prayers. I wish my heart would be calmer afterwards. I poured out all my misfortune in a thread of prayer.

And, about the neighbor ....

Ever since I heard the news of Yati and her husband's death, she no longer appeared before me. Is Ratih's mom right, her presence at that time is Yati's way of saying goodbye to me?

And about the mysterious death of the two, I'm not coming. Should I believe in the curse of the tomb next to that?

Not to forget, I sent a prayer to the late Yati and her husband. May all acts of worship and worship be accepted by the Lord.

Al Fatihah ....