Unanimous

SEASON II: EPS 19

The existence and harmony of a household relationship, is not perfect without tests and expectations that forge a level of loyalty and a sense of belonging to each other.

Some of the early chapters of home life have passed. The conflicts that are present are inevitable. Yes, Zayn and Wiya always face and resolve the conflict before it gets any longer.

However heavy, they both never go to sleep before the problem is resolved. Occasionally they also fight like other couples, but it is not difficult to make the annoyance melt back. Moreover, Wiya already know the sharp moves to reduce the anger of the husband.

"Never let trouble settle, even one night."

It was as if the sentence was already ingrained in their respective minds. Nothing is too complicated, as long as the two are willing to keep talking to each other. What is the problem for Wiya today is her heart is increasingly sensitive days related to any conversation containing pregnancy content.

Wiya is very difficult to hold back, but Zayn has said many times and assured Wiya that he will remain patient, regardless of Wiya's condition. Because they also do not know whether the problem really exists in Wiya, or Zayn himself?

***

Wiya spends her time doing fun things. But he had not found anything that really pleased him. As the current definition of her happiness is simply being able to care for a baby of her own flesh and blood.

These weeks, Wiya began to feel very saturated while at home. Her husband gets busy and often comes home late. Silent at home, Wiya feels like she is locked up with negative thoughts that often come.

Wiya, who is a home child, never went to any events or gatherings at the complex. In addition to her unfamiliarity, Wiya also shies away from hurtful questions and statements.

The test equipment in the drawer is almost finished, this morning he tried 5 tools at once and no sign has changed in each tool. Just one line, never more. Wiya even brought a flashlight to search, perhaps the line was timid and disguised.

"Ear, even if it's just a shadow." Frustrated though. But what he was looking for was not there. And as usual, followed by the release of blood signs of the period that returned to arrive.

Wiya squeezed her stomach and sat in the corner of the bathroom. In addition to the tremendous pain during the first day period, his mood was also not in a good state. Wiya wanted to be angry or complain, but to whom? When he woke up, he immediately woke up, washed his face with water and beristighfar in heart.

Wiya took her cell phone and called her husband. When the call was connected, he immediately asked permission to briefly go out calming down.

"Mas, I went to the pharmacy huh. It was only two tespacknya, want to try to buy another brand again," she said with the saddest tone that was caught in the hearing of her husband.

"Darling, I don't think it's about the brand or the price of those tools. Don't buy anymore. Immediately set our schedule to the obstetrician yes," said Zayn a little calm his heart.

"But I want to stay out for a while mas, I'm really saturated from this morning,"

"Wait for me to come home soon, where are you going? we're going to the bookstore?"

"Was there no work?"

"Later abis nemenin you walk me back to the office again, the important thing is you do not walk alone,"

"Okay, I'm ready. Let me pick you up, mas."

After ending the call, Wiya immediately got ready. Dress as comfortably as possible, and head straight to IQ Media to pick up her husband.

***

Zayn and Wiya head to a large bookstore in one of the biggest shopping malls in town, but they stop by a baby supply store.

"What should we buy for Baby Yumna?" wiya asked as they entered one of the baby supply stores.

Brigitta has given birth to their fourth child, a beautiful princess named Yumna. The plan, tomorrow Zayn and Wiya will just visit him.

"How is this?" Zayn pointed to a fairly large baby wardrobe in pastel pink with girly abstract motifs.

"Funny mas, you know the most about the needs of children and babies, wonder. Haha,"

Zayn had the store clerk send it to Brigitta's house tomorrow when they visited. Then they continued their way into one of the bookstores in the building.

After choosing a biography and a fantasy novel, Wiya handed the books to Zayn to join the queue at the cashier. While Wiya waited on the magazine rack which was located not far from the long table.

His eyes were drawn to a woman's magazine he used to read while at Mama Wulan's house. Some magazines were deliberately placed on the front of the display rack there.

What caught Wiya's attention was the photoshoot Brigitta, Ilham and their four children adorning the main part of the magazine's cover. WIya picked up the magazine and read the writing that was listed as the major title of this month's issue.

"Pasca gave birth to her 4th child, Check out tips to stay beautiful and productive at a young age ala Brigitta Dusk." Although a little envious of his sensitive heart, but Wiya still interested to buy the magazine.

"Mas, all these," he handed it to Zayn.

Zayn simply handed him over to be counted by the cashier without seeing what his wife had bought. Then they walked out of the bookstore and into a nearby foodcourt for lunch before heading home. Do not forget to bring a package of food for Mba Wiwin at home.

***

After driving her husband back to IQ Media, Wiya went home and handed the food to Mba Wiwin. Then he went into the room and put some of the books he had bought on the reading table.

Wiya laid her body on the mattress, her stomach was very painful. His menstrual blood also felt like it was flowing more profusely than usual. He tried to take aromatherapy and herbal oils that he used to use to clothe the aching stomach, but the pain never subsided and instead became more and more intense.

Wiya stood up, limped with the wall to the bathroom, changed pads and hoped that afterwards it would feel more comfortable. He tried to change his sleeping position, his body rotated almost 360 degrees but never subsided. So that he returned to his original position and could only grimace withstanding the extreme pain.

At first Wiya refrained from contacting Zayn for fear that she would interfere with her husband's work. But it seems Wiya can no longer survive, he grasped the blanket and tried to reach the phone not far from there. But before he made the call, there was a call from his in-laws.

"Mama?" hisses. Wiya's mind was a little calm because it felt maybe Mama Wulan could provide help relieve abdominal pain. Wiya answered the call immediately.

"Assalamualaikum ma," said Wiya in a stifled voice.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, son. What are you doing Wiy?" mama Wulan's voice was even very cheerful.

"Wiya again not feeling well ma, Wiya's stomach hurts so much," complained Wiya.

"Oh, don't forget to take your medicine. Oh, my mom want me to know something?"

"Something, Ma?" Ask Wiya. It turned out that his mother was not too interested in discussing the abdominal pain he felt.

"Eh, mom just read Mama Wiy's magazine. You know not, this month's headline news birth Brigitta loh, yesampun mama tuh seneng really read it," said mama enthusiast.

Ma, this is my daughter-in-law's son in pain. What do I have to answer ma?

Wiya was speechless digesting her mother-in-law's sentence, Mama Wulan talked about the magazine she had bought at the bookstore.

"You read Wiy! here are tips for pregnant programs from Brigitta. You need this stuff. It's good to make your reference Wiy so that it can be fertile like him. Mama knows you must be hesitant if you have to go directly to him, so later mama send yes magazine there, mama has read this."

One side, the sentence Mama Wulan actually means a concern and attention to her daughter-in-law. But the pain that Wiya felt actually doubled. Wiya lost control, she could hardly think positively at all. Heavy sweat drenched his increasingly pale face and his lips turned blue withstanding the pain.

Mama, I'm in pain. Can't we talk about Brigitta and pregnancy? wouldn't it be better for you to listen to my complaints that are withstanding the pain. Is my health more important to my mom?

Not wanting Mama Wulan to hear her sobs, Wiya immediately turned off the call connection and her phone. He threw the phone at the door hard. Then he screamed with all his might beating his stomach. Can't take it anymore, Wiya can't hold it anymore.

"Aaaarghhhh.Why does it feel this sick" he shouted as if he was at the peak of the pain.

There was the sound of someone running from the stairs to their room. Mba Wiwin, the woman looked worried because she heard screeches from her employer's room.

"Non...Non Wiya, what happened Non?" Mba Wiwin knocked on the door in a panic. "Miss Wiya, let Mba in, Miss why? please don't make Mba afraid of Non,"

There's no answer. Wiya's shout instead sounded louder, coupled with a not-so-obvious chirp because Wiya said it while crying sobbing. Mba Wiwin was so scared. While working at home, this was the first time.

"Mba Wiwin, I'm sick...Mba Wiwin don't know I'm sick?" raung Wiya's.

"Non, Dengerin Mba Wiwin. Open the door first, Non Wiya is sick?"

Wiya again ignored the existence of Mba Wiwin. Mba Wiwin didn't know what to do. He has no contact with Zayn. Mba Wiwin immediately contacted the agent where he applied for the job and got Zayn's contact there and immediately contacted the husband of his employer.

After informing Zayn of Wiya's condition that he did not want to go out, Mba Wiwin again pressed his side to the door trying to listen to what was happening inside. No more noise from behind the door.

Instead of being calm, Mba Wiwin is getting more worried and scared. While praying to dismiss all possible prejudices, Mba Wiwin paced in front of the door and would not leave Wiya before Zayn came.

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Just want to say\, thank you who still follow this story on the sidelines of the stability of the erratic update schedule. Happy reading ^_^ let's start following the ups and downs of the pair's feelings. It's almost halfway to the height of the conflict. Lemesin aja yaaaa