UNINTENTIONALLY

Episode 149's

I hate fragile. I hate helplessness. I hate the world that is away from me. I hate my weak self in front of him that looks foreign.

I always wish time would stop for a moment. But whatever the power, it won't happen. Everything remains the beginning of the story.

World, hereafter. Everything feels foreign to me.

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Vanya stared at the building where she worked. Her life is much better now than she has been through lately. Now Vanya is treated and appreciated well by his colleagues.

They never even mentioned Vanya about her past life. Everyone knows—Vanya is a former princess of a twisted tajir conglomerate. But it's just the story of— that need not be touched on anymore. Let the past be the past, everything will not be repeated in the present. That memory is over now.

Vanya is currently working as a foreign language translator employee in a large company. Because of his good English skills, it was easy for him to enter a large company in Surabaya.

She currently has an office with her sister, Arka. Vanya's days are so much fun. No load, no interference and no pressure. Everything goes flat, monotonous and there is no interesting story in it.

Most sayings say: “Good people are born of bad people who are blasphemed.” And it's true—although Vanya is not a woman who ternistakan—but in the past she was quite bar-bar.

“If I had time. I want to go to Jakarta to see Dinda. But baby, this time I can't.”

Vanya was sitting in the cafe across from her office. He's waiting for someone. Maybe clients and so on. He glanced at the watch in his hand. Waiting for Vanya is not exhausting, because his brain is always imagined on Dinda.

Nope. If you think that Vanya likes Dinda. But— admired it is what makes Vanya can not forget the figure.

After a while, the waiting client was present. Although Vanya several times looked at the watch in his hand because it was a long wait. However it was over because the man he was waiting for had already arrived.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. We experienced a little obstacle,” said the man who had just arrived in front of Vanya.

Vanya smiled, as her hand stretched out wanting to shake this man's hand. “No problem Sir. I'm used to waiting,” he said with a friendly smile.

“Can we start this closed meeting?”

Vanya nodded. He strongly encouraged this man to speak his words.

“By pleasure. Please Mr start the important point' meeting this afternoon.”

“Thank you for giving me time to talk.”

The fat man was accompanied by a fresh young woman. Vanya estimates well that they are the same age. Sometimes Vanya smiled at him, because she remembered Dinda when she saw the face of the girl standing behind her boss.

Dinda. You're correct. Nothing is impossible in this world. Through the hard work of the past year. I can finally regain my confidence.

I know it's not easy. Especially women are very fragile. But I believe there are even stronger ones out there. There are many strong women like you who are always inspiring. You are right, not everything can be ended by going to the Khalik. But improving yourself is much better than avoiding problems. And this time, every problem I face with open arms. Everything has a way. Depends on how we understand it.

Dinda. If only you knew. I feel happy here with my simple life. It's all because of you. It's all because of you who always push me to be better.

I'm glad to know you. And you deserve to be the happiest woman right now. All because you did good things in the past. God answers your every prayer.

Though Vanya's mind was imprinted on Dinda. But he remained focused on the lips of the man in front of him. Men who with details explain the contents of their limited meeting.

Vanya is indeed appointed by his office as a minutes in this limited meeting. Because he has good public speaking and qualified.

Until the meeting is over. The client shook his hand and left. Vanya spent half an hour discussing the office cooperation. Vanya has gotten used to meeting important people, not once or twice.

However, every time he saw a new person, Vanya really felt like she was meeting Dinda. Don't know why? Clearly, the figure he admired was always going back and forth in his ears.

“Have a nice day, sir,” said Vanya was friendly to the man earlier—when he passed.

Well. I finally have to be a career woman like this. Instead of being a socialite woman.

****

Dinda followed her husband into the kitchen. Steve leaves the groceries on the kitchen table, while Dinda turns on the lights.

“Aaaa...”.

Just now the lights were turned on, Dinda was already made dumbstruck half alive.

“Kak Stevie?” Steve got involved in this surprise. Her sister was already sitting in the dark kitchen, chewing through the mess of food.

“When will it arrive?” Dinda said hello first.

“Tadi. An hour ago,” said Stevie replied. Though food can be uplifting and energizing, but this is different. He looks lethargic.

Steve shook his head, his brother ruffled the kitchen. Everything in the fridge, gone. Stevie blushes Dinda's snack on the table. Every snack crumbs have littered the glass table.

“Kak Stevie's. It's all pregnant women's food. Why spent,” scolds Steve. He hardened his jaw, while occasionally twitching his forehead. “Oh. Messy.”

“Already. Let the. We bought the new one.” Dinda mediates.

And yes. Dinda was astonished too. Pregnant women can eat Stevie. Everything, without rest. The woman sat down casually, while the wafer crumbs scattered on the table. And the chocolate's got Stevie's face dirty.

“Kakak no more problems.”

Steve just tried to interrupt it. He already said at the subject.

“What problems?” ask Steve. She was not surprised, it was common for her to hear bad news from her brother.

“Papa.”

“Forcing sister?”

Stevie nodded. “I'll end this time.”

“So home women?” guess Steve.

“Hooh.” Stevie nodded weakly. “This time, I will really end.”

Steve had Dinda sitting in a chair close to Stevie. And Steve sat next to him.

“Good dong. Let brother no longer wander here and there. So save worry right!”

“Not it,” fast Stevie cue. “The problem is different.”

It doesn't matter if his brother is complaining. Steve was more interested in his world. He gently stroked his wife's stomach. Although Steve's ears heard the complaint.

“The problem is different. Maybe Stevie's sister can tell Dinda. Who knows Dinda can help.”

As a fellow woman, perhaps Dinda thought she could understand Stevie's mood. Although Dinda was not sure she could help.

“The problem is runyam Dinda. Brother is lazy to discuss this matter. Papa treats my brother differently. Hiks.”

“But not change brother still denied Papa,” said Steve.

The vow. Her brother was indeed the most upsetting woman of Steve's lifetime. As long as he was distraught, his mouth could not stand still to chew.

“Steve. I need some help. Not in a judge like this.”

Steve lashed, in his eyes a bit cynical face that was in the lema. “I can't help brother at this time. I was busy. I have to take care of my wife, and my son. Sorry if I didn't pay attention this time brother.”

After saying that, Steve took Dinda to the room. He didn't care if Stevie was complaining in the kitchen.

“Where are you going?”

Steve blinks his lips. A glance, but not to see her brother. “I want to go to room. Don't mess up in the kitchen.”

“Hei. I'm not done talking.”

“Solve yourself. At night club.”

At the end of his speech, Steve said quietly. Dinda elbowed him, glancing at the eyes was a bit cruel at Steve's sight.

“If Stevie why-why how?”

“He's stronger than super man. No need to worry about Stevie.”

“Basic!” Dinda put her lips together. Husband sucks.

“Hoi, Steve, dinda.” Shouted Stevie again. Really, Steve didn't even look up the stairs.

Uh. Fucking sister. I helped her get married to Dinda. Now that I was forcibly married by Papa, she was even indifferent. Really don't know Budhi's reply. Jinganese.

Stevie looked at the two who left her. Outraged by Steve, the food he was holding, Stevie threw it away.

Steve doesn't care. He remains in his decision. Only care about the contents of his wife and also the baby. Not to get into Stevie's trouble.

“Walau Mama told you about Stevie's matchmaking. Still is. We can't mix it up. Most importantly at the moment, you and Iqbal should be fine.”

“But not having to ignore Stevie right.”

Steve scrunched his eyebrows. He still wouldn't interfere in Stevie's business. “You're too puffed up.”

Yep. At least so is my husband. Stubborn, and unwilling to listen to what I said.

It is hard being a pregnant woman. Especially a big pregnancy like this. Just going up the stairs, it felt tired for Dinda.

Arrive in their room. Steve helped Dinda change her clothes. Now that Dinda is Steve's priority, he doesn't want anything to happen to his wife and son.

“Sayang. I seem to be getting fatter huh from a few months ago?”

Steve who was hoisting a negligee zipper on his wife's back, grunted with a smile.

“Who said?”

“I'm alone.”

Steve shakes. “You're fat it's natural. Kan Pregnant women should eat a lot, so that the baby and the mother are healthy.”

“But I'm scared.”

Steve invites Dinda to sit first in bed, then he can look at the face of the wife who has been sad.

“Fear why?” ask Steve. “Ayo says. I'll listen to it.”

“I'm afraid...... If you're going to glance at another woman.”

Steve chuckles. He did not expect that Dinda would think like that.

“Hei,” said Steve. In his eyes this sad wife, while both hands holding Dinda's shoulders. “You think I'm a basket-eyed guy who likes to be tempted on young leaves out there?”

“I'm really scared that you're like that. Especially now that I am two. I'm afraid you're bored. Moreover, it has been months that I did not fulfill my obligations as a wife.”

“Ngak,” reply Steve. “If I can't resist my lust. But I can stop myself from being patient. I'm not forcing you to serve your husband's passions. I don't want you to be depressed. I was afraid that I would disturb my wife. You don't think like that. I wouldn't be tempted by another woman. Because for me, my most beautiful wife is perfect.”

Steve wiped Dinda's tears. Those tears are on my cheeks. Honestly, Dinda feels guilty that she didn't satisfy Steve. She was her husband, though Dinda satisfied Steve's physical needs. But it's not enough.

Several times Dinda saw Steve refraining from bothering her. Although only limited to disturbing the lips, but it feels Dinda guilty.

Steve hugged Dinda. It feels like his wife is suffering from a typical worried illness of pregnant women.

“Already. Don't think about it. I know you must feel guilty. I have no problem . Asala my wife and son can be healthy, I will not turn away in the slightest. Don't cry anymore. I hate my wife's tears.”

The softness of the voice, made Dinda calm for a moment. Steve gently stroked Dinda's shoulder, and one more hand stroked the distended stomach. While his lips, kissed Dinda's forehead, and his nose sucked the fragrance of the wife's hair.

“Honey,” whining Dinda.

Steve saw it, Dinda like she needed something.

“What?”

“It....”.

Steve squinted his eyes. When Dinda did not continue his words, Steve saw Dinda's hand was already squeezing the bed sheet.

“You're anxious?” ask Steve.

Dinda nodded. “More than that.”

Steve had suspected that his wife must have been suffering from this anxious disease. Steve's decision to accompany his wife at all times, it felt right.

Because Steve was told by an obstetrician at the hospital—if pregnant women should be spoiled. Don't create stress. If not, it can affect the baby in the womb.

“Say. What makes you so anxious.”

“I....”.

“Tell me. I'll hear it.”

“I..”

Despite his doubts, Steve still has to convince Dinda to talk.

Dinda did not dare to say, her tears were already dripping again. But she had to say it, or Dinda felt last night's dream was going to happen.

“Can you promise me one thing?”

“About?”

“Something that matters. You have to promise to do it.”

Steve nodded back. This time with deep conviction. “Say. I'll stick to it if I can.”

“Not difficult. I'm just asking. If this baby is born, you should love him as much as you love me. I want to take care of him with all my heart. I want you not to scold him or hit him. I just want you to do this for me. For my son someday.”

“Means?” Steve frowned, in his eyes really Dinda's face. “What are you talking about?”

Hixes. “I just want you to do that.”

“Dinda!” Sent Steve. “What are you talking about?”

“I know this is sudden. But I have to say it. I just want to, if I don't survive giving birth to this baby later. I hope you can find someone who loves him. I'll be happy if you don't abandon my Iqbal later.”

Steve was upset. His face was already flushed red because anger had filled his vows. Sometimes he ruffles his hair.

“You know what you said?”

“I'm very aware.”

“Then why did you say that?” steve's a little stiff. Steve couldn't believe that Dinda would say such a weird request. It is God who can predict death.

“I just want you to do that.”

“I won't do it!”

“Steve!”

“Dinda.”

Steve knew that Dinda was in a time of anxiety. Steve rattled his hair again. He raised his voice for Dinda. And that further adds to the spirit of Dinda to cry.

Although Steve was upset, but he did not want Dinda why-why if giving birth to his son later. Steve hugged her. He tried to calm Dinda down.

“You can't say that. You're gonna be fine. You are only anxious at this time.”

“But I'm afraid that it really happened.”

Steve kissed Dinda's head. Even though Dinda was crying, it did not mean Steve did not know what his wife was thinking.

“Death at childbirth it can be minimized. We have undergone training on handling the birth of babies. So don't think about that anxiety.”

Honestly, Dinda was very afraid of the shadow of death during childbirth. It seems that he is not sincere if he dies without seeing his son grow up.

Until the cry of a bit of Dinda slowly subsided, as Steve treated her warmly.

“You are my wife whom I love the most. If giving birth makes you afraid of death. So, in the future I promise. We'll only have one child. You don't have to force yourself like this.”

A little relieved to hear Steve keep calming himself. Dinda was quite amazed at the attitude of Steve who continued to encourage him.

“You are not angry at my words earlier.”

“Ngak. I've never been angry at my wife. I don't want to do it.”

“Thank you.”

“Do not think.”