To Mutia

Men are less micin

Got a waiver from her husband, again. Lamia sighed softly, then tiredly dropped her butt on the chair. Since her return from the hospital, exactly a week ago, she felt a change in her husband. Azril was always indifferent and never spoke to him again. Every time he spoke, the man simply nodded, shook his head or cleared his throat in response.

More and more work and make it must be willing to keep working on holidays, as well as the intensity of their meetings to meet face to face only in the morning, making their relationship more stretched, making their relationship more stretched, because there is no solution. But Lamia was determined, on Saturday she had to get her time off and invited Azril to talk to solve the problems between them.

Then what if Azril comes back asking you to stop working, Lamia?

Her inner whisper made Lamia attacked by a feeling of doubt, until Lamia decided to buy time again. He will invite Azril to talk, after he gets a decision on his work. Whether to continue or stop as Azril wishes.

"Muti."

The call not only made the name owner turn to Azril, but also Lamia who was now looking at her husband with one eyebrow raised, then glanced at Mutia who was standing before him.

"Today's your schedule for checking up content, right?" Azril crossed the tableware, after putting the fried rice into his breakfast this morning.

Mutia glanced at Lamia, before responding to Azril's words.

"Yes, A'. Ten o'clock."

"Four ten huh? Later I'll take the time to go home to accompany you to check up." grabbing the coffee cup, Azril looked at Mutia from between the cups.

Mutia widened, while Lamia choked on spit. Bumbling Mutia looked at Lamia, feeling unwell.

How could Azril try to take the time to accompany him to check up the womb, when it was not Azril's obligation, while the man just ignored Lamia who was clearly his wife and more entitled to attention from him.

Mutia realized something was wrong between Azril and Lamia. During this one week he noticed the interaction of the two who were like strangers. And it is not a wise decision if he approves Azril's remarks, which will actually cause misunderstandings and make the distance between the married couple further. Mutia certainly did not want to be one of the reasons for their quarrel.

"No need, A'. I'm..."

"He can go alone." Ghifar who had just appeared in the dining room, interrupted Mutia's speech. The man pulled up the chair near Mutia, sat down on her body, then asked the pregnant woman to fill her plate. "After all... Mutia is only the maid in this house, not Aa's wife, who makes Aa have to leave the office just to accompany her to check the contents."

Ghifar's remarks managed to make the atmosphere in the dining room feel increasingly uncomfortable. The man managed to create awkwardness because of his words that seemed meaningful; mutia was Azril's wife, not Lamia.

Azril clumsily cleared his throat, then grabbed his briefcase that was on the floor, before getting up from sitting. "I'm leaving." The black bead was fixed on Mutia. "You careful. If anything happens, call me immediately."

"Then Aa will be coming for Mutia soon?" sela Ghifar, without directing his attention to Azril. "Aren't those words supposed to refer to Lamia Tea?"

Ignoring Ghifar's innuendo, Azril breezed away. Leaving behind Mutia who was now standing awkwardly while squeezing her fingers that were clinging to each other. What Azril did earlier, made her feel bad for Lamia.

"Mutia, please clean the bathroom in my room. The floor is slippery and mossy." said Lamia, breaking the silence that was suddenly created by Ghifar moments ago. "All right, the bathtub is also cleaned."

"I'll ask Mang Diman to clean it up." Ghifar responded to his brother's remarks, naming the fifties man who lived behind the housing complex and whose services they used to cut tree branches in the front yard.

"Loh, why?"

"But forgot, Mutia was pregnant. If he was told to clean the bathroom, keep flinging, bleeding, it would even bother me, because I was the only one with him at home." Ghifar sneerily glanced at Mutia.

While being the object of attention snorted in the heart, because again Ghifar brought up when he had stomach cramps almost a month ago.

Teteh said, Ghifar rarely take his vacation rations, but why has he always been home for two months? Facing his annoying attitude like this, made the time of eight days pass very slowly. Complain Mutia with a face of a predator.

...* * *...

"Seek your steps!"

The rebuke from the side made Mutia immediately divert attention from a piece of USG photo that contained a picture of a baby in her stomach. Mutia could not be amazed to see the state of the baby, which according to the results of the doctor's examination, grew well and healthy. And Mutia hoped it would last until the day her baby was ready to gaze upon the world.

Now the content is five months old. At the time of the examination, the doctor said the sex of the baby was already visible, but Mutia refused to know because she wanted it to be a surprise for her. After all, no matter women or men, the most important thing is that the baby is born healthy and does not lack one thing, Mutia is very grateful.

"Mutia, watch your step!" the reprimand was heard again, this time an octave higher, because now Mutia actually walked while daydreaming with her head turned to the side. "Save that picture or I'll burn it."

Ghifar's words immediately made Mutia flutter and immediately save the baby's photo into the pocket of the pregnant dress she was wearing, then one hand Mutia moved rubbing the stomach. Oh, my God, son. Amit-amit, do not let you be like Ghifar. Can't be bad, it'll get old soon.

"Stop talking bad about me in your heart."

"Huh?" Mutia turned to Ghifar.

The twenty-five-year-old man glanced at Mutia while commenting on the faint smile. "I know you're cursing me in your heart."

"How did the young master know?" that plain question glided freely from both sides of Mutia's lips polished lipstick peach.

Ghifar immediately stopped his steps, then looked at Mutia who also stopped. His eyes narrowed with an irritated look. "So you really cursed me?"

"What's? No-no." while shaking both hands, Mutia gulped. Damnit damnit! A word game that traps. "Eh. sir, I'm going to the toilet first."

Ghifar grunts. "Want to escape, huh?"

Mutia quickly shook her head. "I really want to go to the toilet, sir. Than I'm wet in the car, it's a danger."

"Then I have to wait for you, right?" ghifar's cynical words don't stop there. "Will be first in history, the employer awaits his maid. It's good that I'm willing to accompany you here. Don't puncture!"

Who asked to be accompanied?

Mutia was still dying, this morning Ghifar said he could go alone when Azril offered to accompany him, but it turned out... fifteen minutes before ten o'clock Ghifar was already undermining him to get ready soon because the man was about to drive him to the hospital.

Ghifar reasoned that he wanted to go to his friend's house in the direction of Mutia's destination. And again, in fact... Ghifar actually entered the examination room and survived there until now they came home.

Then Ghifar said as if Mutia was asking for company. Heol, that's right. Basic men less micin. That's why it doesn't taste good on the tongue!

"So what should I do? Hold him home? I'm not sure I can last that long, let alone this weekdays, the streets are jammed sir."

"Why are you upset? I should've been the one grumbling." Ghifar clucked, then shook his hand. "Yes already, sana. Don't dawdle. I'm waiting in the parking lot."

When Ghifar had walked away, Mutia looked at the man's straight back as she blicked her lips and followed Ghifar's words with a squeaking sound like a pinned rat.

Satisfied to let out the resentment in her heart by raving, Mutia turned her heels and walked towards the toilet. He had only used the toilet as an excuse to avoid Ghifar from prolonging the confrontation, but now he felt his bladder was suddenly full and urged to be removed immediately.

"Ah.. leg." Mutia let out a satisfied sigh as she felt that her lower abdomen no longer felt crowded and full.

Very carefully and watching her steps Mutia out of the toilet. But even though he had tried as carefully as possible, if God said he would be doomed, Mutia would still experience it. Right after he came out of the toilet, someone ran him over and almost fell down if not immediately holding on to the wall and the help of a kind person who was holding his back.

"See your steps, sir. You almost made a pregnant woman fall." a low-pitched and polite reprimand sounded from behind Mutia, along with Mutia's body which was helped to stand perfectly.

Ah.. his way of speaking is very different from Ghifar's brother, who now prefers to talk cynically and rebuking. Mutia. He always gives a plus for men who are able to put their emotions right.

"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't stand it, so I didn't watch the road. Again I'm sorry, Gek."

Mutia smiled gently as she nodded. "It's okay, sir. Please." step aside a little, Mutia gives way to a man whose hair is dominated by white.

After the impactor man disappeared behind the toilet door that was not far from where he was, Mutia turned to the figure of a helper who was now standing next to him.

"Thank you for helping me, Mas, uh sir, Bli?" Mutia confused herself, then put on a clumsy whimper.

The square-faced man in a blue dongker suit wrapped his sturdy body, looking at Mutia while smiling warmly and soothingly. Mutia could even feel that smile reach her heart. Eh... What are you thinking, Mutia?

"Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Mutia gawked, then wave. "Ah, i-yes. I'm fine, Mas." a second later Mutia felt her stomach ache, making her involuntarily bend over and let out a soft ring.

"Your stomach hurts?" the heavy-voiced man asked gently while holding onto Mutia's two arms. Anticipating if Mutia fell because she could not hold the weight of the body. "We check. Fear of anything happening to your baby."

"It-it's not necessary, Mas." ah... Mutia had even forgotten that she was currently in Bali, and Mas was not the right call for her to use. "It's a natural cramp experienced by pregnant women."

"You sure?"

Mutia smiled as she straightened up, along with the masculine-faced man pulling his hand and creating a safe distance.

"Yes. Thanks again. I have to get home soon."

"If you don't mind, I'll accompany you to the front. I'm afraid someone's gonna hit you again."

"No need, Mom. My employer's waiting in the parking lot."

"But..."

"Sir boss, searched everywhere as well." Suddenly a —yang Mutia taxir man in his early thirties— was present among them. "It turns out to be hanging out in the toilet hall."

"What's up, Jar?"

"Si Luqman is up for surgery, boss sir. And the administration asked the boss to take care of the cost immediately."

The man the boss called glanced at Mutia, then took out a wallet and thrust a credit card at the man before him. "You take care of the payment. I want to take this woman forward."

"Where can you, boss. Kan sir the boss in charge and need the signature of the boss sir. Except, sir boss, include the boss's thumb for me to carry so I can stamp the fingerprints."

Mutia frowned. He became dizzy to hear the word boss said repeatedly.

"But.." once again the man glanced at Mutia. "I can't let this woman walk on her own. He almost fell because he was hit by someone."

Really, Mutia did not understand why the man beside her was so worried about her. The man has absolutely no responsibility for himself. But Mutia also could not help but feel amazed. In addition to men who are good at putting emotions, responsible men also always amaze him.

"Mas, I really can..."

"Ah. Dawn, you please accompany this woman to the parking lot. Make sure he is okay until he meets his employer. After that you can follow me to the operating room."

"Ready, boss sir."

The blue-tuned man looked at Mutia, asked Mutia to come with the man she called Dawn, then said goodbye.

"Come, Gek."

Mutia nodded, then took a step side by side with Dawn. Dawn's attitude is easy going, making them quickly familiar. Not until ten minutes they arrived at the parking lot and Mutia was greeted with Ghifar who was waist-rigged near the car while throwing an annoyed look at him.

"Where have you been?" gush Ghifar with a dead red face, then glanced at the cynical man beside Mutia. "I waited here for you to dry like a fish clothesline and you just showed up laughing with a man. Who's she?" ghifar's black bead stared at Dawn laden with hostility.

"Thank you for driving me safely home." - Guyon Mutia to Dawn, not responding to Ghifar's question, yeng made Ghifar's head even more smoke.

"Either. I can give a report to the boss that mission success." Dawn responded with no less humor. "Then I'll go first. Nice to meet you, Mutia."

"Take care of me, Mutia! Who's she?"

Mutia nodded in surprise. Staring at Ghifar while stroking his chest. Can't you speak slowly? My heart can stop suddenly if it continues like this.

"Mutia?"

"The man's boss was helping me who was hit and almost fell down right away..."

"Fall down?" approaching Mutia, Ghifar held both of Mutia's upper arms, then observed the woman's body. "Your stomach hurts? Cramps? Let's go check in with the doctor again. Don't let anything bad happen to your baby. Damn it, the guy who hit you, did his eyes not work so well that he could hit a big-bellied woman like you."

Concerns made Ghifar forget that he was angry and upset with Mutia. "No need, sir. I'm fine."

And Mutia's answer seemed to awaken Ghifar. Ghifar distanced himself from Mutia and looked away. "Be careful if you complain. I wouldn't care. And don't bother me." Ghifar.

"Other than you wait? Quick in!"