To Mutia

Hugged tightly

"You're the husband of patient Mutia?" ask the obstetrician who is currently examining Mutia.

Ghifar did not know what to answer, but somehow suddenly his head moved on its own without any command from his brain, giving a slow nod.

"Come in, sir."

Although a little hesitant, Ghifar continued to step his feet toward the patient's bed. There he saw the pale-faced Mutia lying with her eyes closed, while the doctor was attaching a stethoscope to Mutia's distended stomach.

"How is he doing?"

"I've checked your wife and her fetus, and they're fine."

"Are you sure, doc? Before he was brought here, he couldn't even get up because his stomach was cramping." keukeh Ghifar, still had not received the results of the doctor's examination.

"Babdominal cramps during pregnancy, classified as normal. Along with the development of the baby and the enlarged uterus, it also brings changes to the mother's body. In addition, pressure on muscles, joints, and blood vessels, stretching of ligaments, excessive gas in the abdomen and after intercourse***, can also cause cramps in the lower abdomen." clearly the doctor, without removing the friendly smile from her beautiful face.

"But a few days ago, I was flecking, doc."

Right after Mutia finished her speech, she received a sharp glare from Ghifar.

"Why didn't you say? That day you should go to the hospital and check. What if something unwanted happens to your baby?" Ghifar slightly raised his voice, making Mutia squeak in shock.

"Sir, relax. You put the patient under pressure and this is not good for the womb." the doctor reminded, making Ghifar throw a rough breath.

"You need to know, pregnant women should always feel happy and comfortable. Stress, a lot of thoughts, stress, lack of sleep, and some other things, can have a bad influence on the fetus. Therefore, as a husband, you must be good at processing emotions and be patient in dealing with pregnant women. Because, when pregnant, women tend to become more sensitive." then the doctor directs attention to Mutia.

"When fertilization occurs, the fertilized egg will stick to the uterine wall. This causes light bleeding or spotting for a few days. Another cause of spots during pregnancy is cervical polyps. A small lump in the cervix that is harmless. Due to the high estrogen hormone in the body of pregnant women, this cervical polyp will bleed. Due to increased blood flow to the vessels around the uterus during pregnancy. And it usually happens when the age of the womb is in the first trimester. But.. If pregnant women experience bleeding along with excruciating pain, should immediately be taken to the doctor for examination."

This time the doctor got a nod from Ghifar, a sign that the man had understood what the doctor was explaining.

"Come, I'll give you a prescription for Mutia's mother." the doctor asked the nurse to clean up the examination kit, then sauntered to her desk.

"Sir, ter..."

"Quick down!" hardik Ghifar, making Mutia flinch. "You think I don't have a job, other than accompanying you, huh?" Mutia. His black bead began to look glittering. "I've wasted a lot of time driving you here. So, hurry! I want to go home and rest." then Ghifar leaves Mutia indifferently.

The worry and concern that Mutia had seen in the pair of obsidian Ghifar just a moment ago, had now disappeared without a trace. Unable to prevent, Mutia shed tears, receiving Ghifar's treatment which was so stifling to the chest. Apparently, the wounds he gave in the past were so deep, that it was able to change the personality of Ghifar who he knew as a warm friendly figure.

In fact, anger and disappointment in the past, still hugged the heart of Ghifar.

"Sorry." said Mutia.

...* * *...

Almost four months Lamia always overtime, often quarreling with Azril, even had to sacrifice her husband's greatest desire, because she was pursuing the target to get a promotion as General Manager.

Now what had been her dream since she joined the company where she worked, she had succeeded in achieving, and Lamia could not help but vent the euphoria she was feeling.

Today, Lamia decided to go home before work ended to make a special meal and enjoy dinner with her husband and sister, to celebrate the success she had.

"Lamey?"

The owner of the name who had just turned off the flame of the stove instantly flipped his body while smiling sweetly at Azril, who was standing on the threshold of the dividing door of the dining room and kitchen.

"Hi, my dear husband." with graceful steps Lamia approached Azril. Swagging spoiled on her husband's arm, without removing the prying smile from his face. "Cock his face so surprised that look at me."

Of course Azril was shocked, considering he had even forgotten when the last time Lamia came home before him and greeted him with a warm smile.

"Forget it." shaking hands, Lamia did not demand Azril to answer. "What to the kitchen do you need?"

"I. want a drink."

"Let me get it. Just go to the room, keep taking a shower. I've prepared some warm water, because I know Aa will be home soon."

Kernyitan adorned Azril's forehead. Feeling strange with Lamia's attitude. The woman, who usually focuses only on work and often neglects it, is now doing her role as a wife.

Ignoring the confusion and strangeness he felt, Azril nodded obediently and left the kitchen. While Lamia immediately took a glass when she no longer saw her husband, then filled the glass with cold water before approaching Mutia who was stirring rice in the cooker.

"Mut, if the rice is already cooked, you immediately serve dinner, yes."

"Waw... It looks like we're going to have a celebration?" Ghifar, who had just entered the dining room, rubbed his half-drenched hair in a small towel, stared in amazement at the various types of food available.

"Should we commemorate something important today and I forget it?" Azril looked at Lamia who was standing beside him with a frowning forehead.

"Yes and no." pulling the chair near Azril, Lamia slightly pressed on the man's shoulder, asking him to sit down. Then take Azril's plate and fill it with rice and side dishes. "Yes, we're having a celebration. And no, to commemorate something that happened on this date, but Aa forgot about it."

"Then?" Ghifar sat on the body, after which gave his plate to Mutia who was pouring drinking water. For a moment the pregnant woman looked at Ghifar with puzzled eyes, considering this was the first time Ghifar had asked to be served while going to eat.

Mutia's consciousness returned as Ghifar touched the plate to his arm a little rough, making Mutia flinch and immediately take over Ghifar's plate nervously.

"So..." Lamia managed to attract the attention of her husband and sister. "I've just been appointed General Manager, yey!" with a splash Lamia clapped her hands, not forgetting to comment on a wide smile.

But the pull of Lamia's lips instantly disappeared, when he found Azril and Ghifar's response was not as expected. Azril who stopped his hand movements bribed the food, while Ghifar shook his head slowly while sighing heavily before taking the plate Mutia gave him.

"Hey, why are you guys responding like this? You should have congratulated me and been happy for my success." Lamia's black bead stared alternately at her husband and sister. "Is it only Mutia who appreciates my achievements?"

"Happy? Should I be happy when this promotion will make my wife's responsibilities increase, as will her work. Your time will be used more and more to work and I'm set aside. Before you became GM you always come home at night, even when I'm asleep, then what now?!"

Unable to hold back his emotions, Azril vented anger by throwing a spoon until a loud sound was heard, which managed to make Lamia and Mutia scream in shock.

"I want you to stop working and start focusing on our household." Azril broke up. For years he had been patient, giving Lamia freedom, hoping that one day his wife would stop by herself. But apparently, the more here, Lamia actually became.

"Stopped? When I just got the job I wanted for so long? No, Aa. Getting to this position is not easy. Aa can't tell me to stop, because I work even since we haven't been married." Lamia argued in a high tone, making the flames of Azril's anger even more ignited.

"That was, Lamia. But now that you're married, you have a responsibility to your husband."

"Then how do you want me? Crossing her legs at home, waiting for Aa to come home and raise her hand to ask for money. Didn't he? I don't want to be a wife who can only ask, A'."

"There's nothing wrong with that, Lamia. Because it is the obligation of the husband to meet the needs of his wife. Although not as big as your salary, but my salary is still enough for the cost of eating and pampering you."

"I'd be bored if I just stayed home, A'."

Azril's lips thinned, as his black bead stared at Lamia with a sharp look wrapped in disbelief.

"Bored? So you're saying.. Waiting for me to come home is boring?!"

"A'..."

Shaking slowly, Azril climbed up from sitting down. "You know Lamia, just a moment ago I felt so happy because of what you did. Welcoming me home with a soothing smile, showering with me, preparing warm water and my clothes and also having dinner together. My happiness is that simple, Lamia. I thought it would last a long time, but it turns out that you destroyed my happiness in one blink of an eye. Everything you did just to celebrate your success, not to repair our relationship that was strained by your work."

No more high notes. Azril's voice sounded low and full of disappointment. "Is the time I give you still not enough, Lamia? When will you be satisfied and start thinking about me?"

"Aa, should we argue over something as trivial as this?"

Azril laughed discordantly. "You always say trivial things, without you realizing that this trivial thing is like a thorn in the flesh, which of course can destroy our household."

"Aa, please. Do not respond to everything excessively." Lamia said like gasoline poured into the fire.

"Oh Allah, Lamia!" rough, Azril rubbed his face. "I don't want to know. You have to stop working or I'll go to your boss and ask him to fire you."

Then Azril sauntered away with a still high anger. A second later Lamia followed him while protesting. Leaving behind the faithful Mutia stood beside Ghifar, while the man casually ate his dinner. Seemed unaffected by Lamia and Azril's quarrel.

"W-wouldn't you do them a dissolution?"

Stopping his activity of bribing food, Ghifar looked at Mutia with one eyebrow raised. "That's their household business. Even though I am the younger sister of Teh Lamia, I have no right to interfere. Besides. I understand A' Azril's feelings. His ego must be hurt."

"But..."

"Don't argue with me, Mutia! You better sit down and feed your child." Ghifar interrupted before Mutia managed to finish her sentence.

Mutia sighed, then pulled up a chair nearby and immediately filled her plate, making Ghifar smile faintly. If all wives were obedient, Mutia.

Just as Mutia was about to put the spoon in her mouth, there was the sound of Azril shouting her name and Ghifar. From the tone of his voice, the man sounded panicked as well as worried.

Mutia and Ghifar looked at each other, before leaving the dining table. Seeing Mutia running hastily, Ghifar quickly grabbed Mutia's hand, making the pregnant woman stare in bewilderment at him.

"Don't run! You are pregnant now. I don't want you to slip, bleed and come back to trouble me for having to take you to the hospital."