Unanimous

SEASON II: EPS 2

Wiya waited for the day to change. His sleep was very restless, changing positions but did not also manage to sleep well.

Sometimes falling asleep for a while and having vague dreams, then waking up again. And so on until the early hours.

Finally he decided to wake up when the time pointed at 03.30 am. He immediately went to the reading corner and opened the drawer below. Take three different types of pregnancy test kits and take them to the bathroom.

With a thumping feeling, after filling the urine container, Wiya led him to the sink. First he dipped a strip-shaped tool, according to the recommendation of use.

one second, two seconds, three seconds and so on. Wiya closed her eyes waiting for a few seconds for the device to work.

If it feels like a long time, Wiya opened her eyes checking the red line on the device. There's only one red line across there. Wiya took the flashlight and gave extra light to make it look more clear. But there is only one, no line.

"Huffff" He took a deep breath.

Then he did the same on the next two test kits. Digital test tools that cost more, while hoping that the tool will show different results.

Without waiting for a long time like the first test tool, the two tools immediately showed the results. In a small square in the middle, there is a red line, only one red line.

There was a hint of disappointment passing through his heart. Wiya took the device and shook it, perhaps there is another possibility. But everything displayed is indeed a reality that Wiya should accept. There is no HcG in his body. Wiya has not been allowed to contain the fruit of their love this month, just like the previous months.

Instantly his expression turned increasingly murky. Wiya threw all those tools into the trash can violently. He washed his hands and face and went back to bed.

But Wiya did not go back to sleep. He sat leaning on the bed, his legs bent with his hands and pensive. Feelings of disappointment, fear, and everything else popped up in the head.

When slightly awake, Zayn's hand fumbled at the side of the bed next to him as if looking for his wife, when he opened his eyes because he did not find what he was looking for, it turned out that his wife was sitting pensively with an indecipherable expression.

"Yep..." Zayn sat down beside his wife. "Dear, what's wrong with you? Abis's a nightmare?" grabbing Wiya's head to get into her arms.

"Mas' bad reality, not a dream," Wiya simply kept quiet not to return her husband's embrace. "I'm not pregnant mas, the tespack is all negative." The drill.

"Astagfirullah, so that? honey, not yet pregnant it's not a bad reality. You can't say that" Zayn tightened his arms. "We've only been married for a few months, Wiy, don't ever talk like that again."

"Wait to see a doctor?"

"Yes we go to the doctor, but to check your health, not for the program, right? I want everything to happen naturally."

Viya was heartbroken to hear the words of her husband. He was afraid that Zayn was impatient and wanted to have a child with him soon. There is a fear of her being difficult to get pregnant considering her age is almost entering coconut three. But her husband was willing to be patient and even calm himself.

"But many of my friends are immediately pregnant."

"Your words sound like they're doubting my might."

"Astagfireullah! Heshy, hing!"

"Eat him never say that again. Better now we wudhu, keep praying at night. Ask for the same rightful nentuin when you can get pregnant." Zayn came out of his blanket.

"Mas," Wiya held her husband's wrist. Zayn looked over for a moment. "Abis pray later, we..it..emm, anu..."

Zayn knitted his brows.

"Speak clearly!"

"My family!" Wiya covered her face with a pillow. Zayn grinned triumphantly.

"Let's pray first, we can do it anytime, it must be with a pleasant atmosphere."

Zayn knew his wife dared to say that because she wanted to get pregnant soon. Zayn didn't want to do it at all because of any pressure or demands.

"But I want it now!" Whining Wiya.

"Darling, we can do it..."

"You don't know, Mom, I want it now not later!" Wiya raised her tone of voice.

"Acadia!" Zayn resuscitated Wiya by calling out his name.

"Sorry to me." Wiya lowered his lethargic gaze and immediately descended following Zayn for ablution.

Zayn reembraced his wife's body. Wiya is wrong to say Zayn doesn't understand him. Zayn deeply understood his current mood. Zayn desperately wants his wife to get pregnant soon, but he does not want it to be a burden for Wiya. Pregnancy is a beautiful gift, but if it has not been given confidence, it will also not reduce the level of love for the woman who is now in her arms.

"Yes we do after prayer, depending on your ability to tempt me later."

Wiya pinched the small belly of her husband. She was actually embarrassed once, after all, now was no longer fertile time. Doing so will not have much effect. But there is no harm in trying to keep going.

***

The couple returned to their contest, in bed, Wiya began trying to do things that felt would 'wake' her husband.

Actually Wiya did not need to bother, because just by sniffing the scent of wet Wiya hair can make her husband "safe" especially in the morning.

Wiya did well, her husband was now completely subdued and could not hold back any longer. He felt the same desire.

"Mas, just a minute," Wiya released a pagutan that was already hot. Zayn looked at her with a disappointed look "Just a little darling."

"Emh, why?" Zaym asked with increasingly heavy breathing.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom for a minute."

Wiya headed for the bathroom for quite a while, and came out again with a slightly frightened expression towards her husband who was looking at her impatiently.

"I'm sorry, that, emm. I, came the moon."

Instantly Zayn turned his gaze away and covered his head roughly with pillows and blankets. Looks like he'll have to endure the pain, or solo a career towards release.

Wiya immediately threw herself into her husband's arms from behind.

"Mas, honey. Yes I'm sorry, I'm, I'm, I know where she's coming now,"

"Mashhh, let me help you finish it manually."

Wiya could not bear to understand her husband would feel pain and urgency if allowed to remain like that.

Without saying much, Zayn immediately turned his body and controlled his wife, it turns out that by manual means only Wiya was able to complete his obligations.

"I love you." Zayn kissed the top of his wife's head gently and fell asleep again at dawn.

***

The next morning they were getting ready to go to their respective companies. Wiya usually leaves early in the morning with his own car. Zayn left with a driver. I don't know how many times Zayn forced to find a female driver for Wiya, but Wiya rejected it for various reasons as well.

"Darling, stock your lunch don't forget again huh. I go first mas," kissed her husband's hand, and Zayn replied by kissing Wiya's forehead. "Assalamualaik."

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Zayn replied to a wave of his wife's hand and saw the car driving away from their yard.

***

At Wiya's company, he led well. More and more users of financial software that they diggas.

The profits from the results of his business are mostly channeled to social activities, especially in the field of education and health of children in the border area of the Riau Islands.

As of now, Wiya is studying the social event rundown, where the Zahira Accounting icon will be his main sponsor.

He immediately asked Risma, his secretary to prepare for a meeting with the Public Relations Division.

Suddenly his phone rang, a message came in from Zayn. Her husband asked her to accompany him to lunch at IQ media this afternoon.

"Risma, the meeting went up this morning huh. Another agenda that should be morning shifted to afternoon. Because I have to go to my husband's office before lunch" Wiya contacted Risma through her intercom.

"Good ma'am!"

***

As promised, Wiya arrived at her husband's company 15 minutes before lunchtime.at the top of the building looked big sign with a sign that read IQ Media.

IQ for Ilma Qawiya, how sweet you are.

This is the second time Wiya has come to this building. She did not want to disturb her husband too often work, and also Wiya was no less busy. Wiya refused to be delivered to her husband's room, she only asked to be shown for a little forget, and went up alone to the President Director's room.

Because she did not see the secretary or anyone in front, Wiya immediately entered her husband's room.

"Darling, are you alone?" Zayn stood up to Wiya "Aren't you escorted by Vela? Come sit here" Zayn took his wife to sit on the couch.

"Vela?"

"Yes, Ravela's my secretary"

"Ohhh, your secretary is female?"

"Why baby? I used to be my secretary's a girl"

"But I know Miss Rifa well"

"Gosh, are you jealous? Ahahahah. I'll introduce him to you in a moment."

Zayn called Vella and asked her to come in.

"Where have you been, my wife came in here alone"

Ravela Gisha, a sweet and graceful young woman, and well-deserved to be the chief director's secretary. Her stature was high, her skin was pure white. Wearing a heart-red uniform, with high-heeled black shoes and leather stockings, this girl somehow looks sexy.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm from behind" his voice was soft as well. "I'm sorry ma'am"

"It's okay," said Wiya who was even hesitant because he was prejudiced.

"This is my wife. Unfortunately, this is Ravela's secretary who yesterday passed the selection of the HRD Team's recruitment program" Zayn explained that Vella was not his personal choice.

"Good day, Mother Wiya. Once again sorry for my mistake earlier, do you want something to bring Mother and Father?"

"No need Miss Vela, please enjoy your rest, I will accompany my husband to lunch here" said Wiya.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Vela closed the door of the room.

Wiya prepares lunch for her husband on the sofa table as she used to do.

"Now is it calm? if not, tomorrow I ask HRD to find a male secretary." Tempta Zayn again.

"What the hell Mas, yes sorry mas sorry. Miss Vela seems to be younger than me."

"Where do I know."

"Sweet, it seems fun. If you ever have a new secretary, he'll let me work at my place, Ehehehehhe."

"There are you, let's bribe me, laper already"

Wiya sweetly fed her husband and herself, until the food was gone.

***

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