The Winged Angel

24. The Arrival of Mas Rangga

Happiness doesn't have to be planned. Sometimes unexpectedly quietly approached.

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"Why don't you want to see me?" The man's voice sounded very close beside me.

Glekhs! I swallowed spit. My eyes closed more tightly as the blanket covering the head was pulled slowly.

"You have a fever, honey?" That voice sounded panicked. His hand touched my forehead.

"Sir, I want to take my wife to the clinic" he said again. It seems that he was talking to Roro and Ayu.

"Good-go, Bang. Uh, Mas. Uh, sir," said Ayu.

"So really Brother, Eh Mas, Eh, Mr husband Miss?" Roro voice talk.

"Yes my husband. Long story, Ma'am. Thank you for taking my wife here."

My body feels lifted up. I opened my eyelids. His face is so close. It turned out that the man was carrying my body.

"Where am I being taken?" my many.

My hands are trying to push. But, not powerful.

"We'll go see a doctor. I can't tell you this" he said firmly.

"Runnel! I don't want to go to the doctor."

He doesn't care about my objections.

"Ratoo ... Ayyuu!" my cry weakly calls my friends.

"They are following you. Don't worry!"

He kept taking my body out of the boat. Through the narrow road to the front of the alley. Our eyes meet sometimes because I keep staring at them. Outside the sky. A car was waiting. Ayu and Roro got in the car.

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My eyes suddenly wake up. Look at the white room that surrounds. A bottle of intravenous fluid hung on an iron pole above my head. I could see the drops slowly falling one by one towards the plastic hose attached to my left arm.

Silent.

There was only the ticking of the clockwork of the wall and the sound of my breath, as well.

I slowly looked to the right. The man who claimed to be my husband, was asleep in a sitting position leaning on the bed. One hand held my hand. The face looked calm.

After receiving treatment from the clinic last night, I fell asleep. My body feels more comfortable. The fever has subsided now.

Roro and Ayu did not appear in the room. There's only this guy. Why does he care so much about me?

Krieek ... door open.

"Good morning?" The sound of feet coming towards us.

A doctor and nurse entered the room.

Henry woke up. "For the Doctor, Sister ...," he said in a stinging voice. The man immediately sat up straight. Rubbed his face.

The doctor smiled as he approached me. "Excuse me, I'll check first, Mrs Niken."

The middle-aged doctor hooked the two branches of the stateskop on his ear, then placed the ends of the stateskop on my chest.

Beard's head.

"The condition of the mother is good, the condition of the fetus is God willing is also good" said the doctor while releasing the statekop from his ear. Looking towards Henry.

A fetus?

"Doctor mean?" ask Henry. He immediately got up from sitting.

"Congratulations Sir. From the results of the laboratory of the wife of Mr. pregnant," he explained with a fluffy smile.

"Alhamdulillaaah" said Henry sumringah. His hand squeezed my hand.

Getting pregnant? Who's pregnant? Me?

"How old is my wife's pregnancy, Doc?" Henry looked enthusiastic.

"Still in the first trimester. For sure later can check again with USG," said the doctor chuckled at the expression of Henry's face that looked surprais.

"Ken .. you're pregnant," she told me with sparkling eyes.

I pregnant? Didn't we just do it yesterday. I returned his gaze with a confused look.

"This is called fever brings happiness. It is normal when the body of a pregnant woman reacts to the presence of the fetus in her womb," said the doctor again.

"Thank you doctor" said Henry. A smile could not be separated from that handsome face.

I'm pregnant by this guy? So he's really my husband? My mind is full of questions.

"Listen darling, there's life in your womb. Our juniors are growing." I put a warm kiss on my forehead.

"I'm ham-mil?" I can't believe I'm staring at him.

"Yes Dear. You're pregnant with our child." His hand is stroking my head.

"Are you my husband?"

"Hmm ... What else do you doubt? I've already impregnated you. We got married six months ago" she whispered.

My hand reached his face. Holding those white cheeks. Want to see more clearly. Henry even blinked one eye flirtatiously.

My husband is this handsome? I can't help myself from her temptation.

Tok tok! The door is knocked from the outside.

"Lake in!" henry said sonorous.

Door opens. Poking the face of a long-haired man. With a firm jaw shape.

"Good morning, Boss. Morning Mrs Boss." He glimpsed at me.

"Beno! Did you bring everything?"

"There, Boss. Complete all." The man approached. Handing over a handbag of size large enough, whether it contains anything.

"Yes, already. You out! Take two of my wife's friends in the front room!"

"Oh. Ready, Boss."

The man named Beno nodded respectfully, before exiting the room. Henry took something out of the square bag.

"What awaited to come. Our wedding book you want to see."

His hand opened a small brown book. And some other sheets too. He then took a position lying next to me.

"Your name is Niken Amalia. Our family card is also there. Look at our cute faces in the marriage book." Henry chuckled at the thing I wanted to see.

I received it from his hand. Read the writings on our marriage book. Heart relieved. This guy I really like is really my husband.

"I also asked Beno to bring us some photo albums. Our photo is still High School there too." Another thing he thrust at me. A photo album as wide as a notebook.

I smiled at the pictures.

"Where is this?" I pointed at a photo. In the photo Henry and I took a picture with some people.

"It's in Kalimantan. At the house of Om you Om Aryo. There's Om Aryo, your aunt, this little girl Rumi your cousin. You like her a lot. He's so funny" Henry pointed at the people in the photo.

The photo album continued to be full of curiosity. A kiss landed on my cheek. I let Henry hug and kiss me from the side. He wanted to spill his happiness.

"Your phone is also brought by Beno."

Another thing he gave me. "More photos on your phone. Look to satisfaction. After this we just ate," he said, then closed his eyes hugging me. He looks sleepy.

My fingers excitedly shifted the screen hape. I feel familiar with this thing. I chose the gallery icon. Selecting a photo collection.

My finger stopped when I got a photo that was very interesting to me. A picture of young Henry staring at the camera. I feel like I'm in the past. As if moving somewhere else. When Henry and I were in high school.

"Come here, Hen!" I chuckled as I pointed my phone camera at him.

"Ck." The mouth of the teary-eyed young man clucked. "Don't be photographed .. ugly." he said riled.

"Henry .. I want to have a picture of you."

"Make what?" Face grimaces.

"Make me see if I miss again."

I winked at him. Henry has been the hardest to photograph. He is not confident in his appearance.

"Make it seen that kangen?" he mumbled as if talking to himself.

"Gum." I nodded quickly.

But, Henry turned nervous misbehavior.

"Why? Can't you?" tanyaku plain.

He and I are close friends. I'm sure I'll miss him because we'll be separated after High School graduation.

"May, um ..," he replied long ago. While confirming the location of the glasses that never separated from his face.

I secretly turned on my phone camera. My eyes kept staring at the young man. Looking for the right moment to shoot. Henry silently stared. Maybe he's confused. My best friend's cheeks suddenly met with redness. I smiled as I pushed the camera. 'Basar cheeks of tomatoes.' I said in my heart. It was good to catch the expression of the tomato cheeks I was waiting for.

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"Tomato Cheek!" sonorous cries. Widened eyes staring at the phonsel screen.

"Whose cheeks are tomatoes?" Henry's drowsy face immediately lifted. I stared at the phone screen I was holding.