Towards True Love 2

Prayer for the Little One

I feel like a new queen on her throne. Rio treated me like a queen. Not only did he pamper me with his attention, but my husband who loved me so much also served all my needs painstakingly and also patiently.

He won't let me get my change of clothes ready again. Independently, Rio prepared all his own needs. I really feel like an employee who just got a PHK. I don't have a job I can do like a normal day.

Inevitably my motor key. Rio had seized it and somehow he hid where the key was. He was afraid that I would get on my motorcycle again. Excessive right?

Make no mistake, it is not only Rio who can take away my activities. My father-in-law also did not want to lose to his son. I'm not allowed to make coffee anymore. Though I know very well, he likes it most if I make coffee in the afternoon with brown sugar.

The results of the USG stated that in my womb there was a developing fetus. Rio's getting happy, as is my father-in-law.

"Son, tomorrow distribute the groceries on the streets. Don't forget to visit the orphanage. He was very happy and grateful to Allah" he said when we got home.

Rio confirmed his father's message. As a thank you for my pregnancy, Rio will do charity work tomorrow. I am happy, because this family never forgets to care for fellow Muslims when happiness comes to us.

Rio and I shared this happiness with my family. Mom and Dad were grateful when the news reached their ears. My mom and dad wanted to do the same thing.

Mama even warned me not to dispute Rio's orders. I can't be squeaky anymore either. Can only obey and obey whatever my husband says.

"Bi, it's okay if umi doesn't drink milk tonight. Umi's stomach was already very full," I whined as Rio delivered a glass of milk.

"Mi, sorry if abi forced. Drink yes Darling, for the sake of the health of Umi and her future hero abi." Rio painstakingly fed spoon after spoon of milk into my mouth.

I don't know, what this is what Nyidam said. It feels like the more the day goes on, the more I don't want to touch food. I hate the smell of cooking and rice.

"Who wants to eat? I'll buy it if I want something." Almost every time such a question comes out of my husband's mouth.

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I went back and forth to the bathroom five times to get my stomach out. It was all because of my husband, he forgot to bring the rice that was still steaming in front of me. As a result, I reacted immediately. Nausea is unbearable. Maybe if I run a race with a national athlete, I will win. Because the nausea in my stomach made me run to the bathroom.

"Astaghfirullah, Umi!" the pecker found me helpless.

Rio directly carried my hollow body. Rest me on the bed.

"Umi .. open your eyes dear," she asked. His voice sounded very worried about me.

I want to open my eyes when he asks for it. But the rest of my energy wasn't enough for me to open my eyes. I was unconscious.

Rio's voice echoed calling the people who were in the house. Before long, I also heard the voices of my father-in-law and the workers at home. They all worry about my condition.

Eventually, I completely lost my consciousness. My hearing no longer works. I don't know what they're doing to me anymore.

More precisely when I managed to open my eyes again. The view is different. I no longer see the ceiling of my room. But I saw another ceiling that is a clinic room with a dominance of clean white paint. Yeah, Rio took me to the clinic to get medical help.

"Alhamdulillah, you are conscious." The first words I heard came from my husband's mouth.

Faithfully he took my hand. A sweet smile erupted as my netra met her.

"Abi ...," call me shrewd.

"Calm down, Abi's here with you." The answer made me feel very calm.

I felt pain in the back of my right hand. Apparently the doctor stuck an infusion needle in there. As weak as this is the condition of my body until the infusion liquid must enter through my veins.

If I'm this weak, what about my baby? The clear circle finally slid from the corner of my eye. Down to the cheek and found my husband who did not even a little escape from my face.

"Why Dear? You feel pain? Say, abi will call the doctor." I managed to reach for his fingers before Rio went to call the doctor.

"It doesn't hurt, Bi. I'm worried about our child's condition" I said with tears that wouldn't stop flowing.

"Mi, let's just pray that she's okay in your womb. The doctor will do the ultrasound action later." A tinge of worry was also drawn on Rio's face. I saw him when I saw his withering eyeballs.