Want a Life of Heaven

162. Nausea of pregnant women?!

The night is still quiet, the drowsiness is actually still creaking in the eyes. But Akmal was forced to wake up for Akbar's arrival at three o'clock. Sitting across from her sister-in-law. From his observation, Akbar actually looks fresh, does not look sleepy at all.

"Mal.." call Akbar, the look in his eyes implies seriousness and curiosity at the same time.

Akmal sighed, rubbing his face briefly. Disturbed once himself, the half hour he was wearing facing Akbar at this time was the half hour he used to sleep longer. I don't know what brought his sister-in-law came without wind without rain at the wrong time. "What?"

"Lo.." Akbar frowned, ignoring Akmal's face. "Lo.. impregnate my sister?"

The question was amazing, Akmal was rendered speechless. His eyebrows shot up next to him, signifying astonishment. Not yet answered, Agnia who also heard the question pointed her hand to Akbar's ear. Jeweran pretty hard given Agnia.

"You're just here for that?" asked Agnia anxiously, glaring sharply. When Akbar complained and looked at him.

Akbar grinned, still rubbing his hot ears. "Not dong. want to come with me. Can, right?"

Agnia sighed, not yet sitting in her chair. Standing near Akbar with a look of amazement. "Who's at three?" he asked while looking at the wall clock, giving the code so that Akbar looked in the same direction. L

Strange indeed this Akbar, when the time of sahur is still at four later, imsak at half five. Crazy little brother is coming at three o'clock and pounding the bell like a doormat.

Who is not upset, Agnia who was awake at that time and was reading the Qur'an was scared and jumped in shock on the bed. Immediately awaken Akmal who is still comfortable in the dream crib, afraid if there are pranksters who disturb them.

Akmal was the most upset. It had been forcibly awakened until his head was dizzy, the arrival of Akbar who with an unclear purpose made him very upset.

Akbar sighed, looking at Agnia with his trademark defiant gaze. Do not want to lose with the brother who is still at home mendeliknya. "Yes. I ngaku. I can't sleep because of the pregnancy" she replied.

"But!" Agnia rubbed her wet hands on Akbar's face, hoping that her sister would wake up and stop acting strange. "Who's pregnant is Ma'am, why can't you sleep?"

"That's because I'm excited. Mbak know myself I have trouble sleeping his son. imagine.. two pounding at the same time, how do I not think?"

It's bullshit! Agnia gave a flat look. He knows the single mom who is his sister is just looking for the right reason in her sleep difficulties. "A. la. san."

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The sky was still dark, the early morning congregation seemed to have just finished. For Agnia alone was finished with her dawn prayer, now sitting on a cool bed while reciting the Qur'an.

At that time Akmal came with his font, immediately threw his body into the bed without further ado on the wife. Agnia immediately cut off her reading with sadaqallah, directly approaching Akmal. Because Akmal's rapid return is unusual, the man every day never quickly returned from the mosque before dawn broke. Agnia rubbed Akmal's hair slowly, dipping slowly at the sleeping man's forehead. "Why?"

"My body is suddenly not good." Akmal replied, still closing his eyes. Seen to be holding a kind of enek in her stomach, Agnia could slightly guess what her husband was feeling at the moment.

"Dizziness?"

"Yes. And my stomach is also not good, I think. My stomach acid goes up." Akmal explained, sounding forced.

Agnia reached out a hand, examining Akmal's forehead. "No fever but, is it because sahur eats less?"

Akmal did not answer, his face seemed to withstand the nausea. Agnia became worried, even cold sweat appeared on the man's neck.

"Open, yes, fast.that's when we go to the doctor.."

Akmal shook his head, rising from his sleep. Shifted towards the lip of the bed. Still don't say anything. Until the moment Agnia approached and was about to touch her shoulder, she ran towards the bathroom.

"Darling.." Agnia immediately opened her face, following Akmal who was heard making a "Hoek." sound.."

Akmal soon came out, making Agnia stop in and return tailed with a worried look. The man's face looked limp, without lingering on the bed again.

Agnia sighed, grabbing the eucalyptus oil from the top of her dressing table. "Here.I'm his body's angeletin." said Agnia, who was directly obeyed Akmal.

"So the vomit came out, didn't it?" ask Agnia, raise Akmal's shirt. He would wrap his back with the warm liquid he was carrying. But just before the bottle of oil was opened the lid, not yet Agnia pour at all, Akmal interrupted.

"In the meantime, baby.." Akmal turned his head Agnia uncomfortable, shifted away and then ran back to the bathroom. Repeating the same, Agnia now waited with a look of wonder.

"Honey. that's.I don't like that smell, please stay away" Akmal said, as soon as he came out of the bathroom.

Agnia would not have rinsed Akmal's body, the thing in her hand she put on the nightstand. "Yes...Have you? If it's here, you rest."

Akmal's sheer fatigue in Agnia's eyes, made for the umpteenth time the pregnant woman let out a worried sigh. She stroked her husband's head slowly. "no strong? If not strong, papa will not open it.. Hemh?" bargain soft Agnia.

Agnia sighed again, stroking Akmal's face dear. Removing cold sweat with your bare hands. "I guess you're morning sickness.."

"Hemh?" Akmal opened his eyes, for the sake of that term his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"Yes, the nausea of pregnant women. Every morning."

Akmal chuckled briefly. "But the pregnant one is Ma'am." he said limp, but took the time to pinch the chin slowly the wife.

"And you promised to help me with my pregnancy, right? It's because you're a good person, so it's been granted the original speech" said Agnia, who was greeted by Akmal's faint smile. She remembers saying that, and is too tired to think about it.

"I didn't sleep papa, yeah.."

Agnia nodded, pulling the blanket onto Akmal's body. Although not the Akmal style of sleeping at dawn this way when fasting, but the man was clearly in a different situation.

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Yesa was faithful, accompanying Agnia every day. Use his days off. The girl was proud, calling her parents to tell her about Agnia's pregnancy by calling herself the first to notice the pregnancy. As if he was doing something big.

"Congratulations, Ma'am, this time fasting Ma'am will not have debt" said Yesa, just saying after seeing the soap opera on the television screen featuring a pregnant woman.

Agnia smiled slightly, nodding. "Hemh.." he muttered softly. Still impressed by what is happening to him at the moment. Pregnancy is still something that makes him blush, so happy his heart can not say his happiness is other than the gratitude he offered.

She was pregnant, and it was the fruit of her love with Akmal. Is there anything more perfect and happy than that?

"Oiya Ma'am.." Yesa looked at the setoples of salted nuts, turning Agnia with a grin. "Where's Akmal?" tanyakanya.

"There's in the room. Sick him.."

"Oh.." Yesa nodded, it was also fitting that the man's motorbike was parked completely in his trunk. "What pain, Mother?"

"The stomach acid is up, so sick of it.. Mbak previously thought after the break he would be better, but it turns out still. Smells of perfume Mommy she's nauseous." Agnia, I'm sorry. Surprised, pity but also upset. whereas before the perfume fragrance of his always Akmal like, but this time..

"Mbak. if people say cravings can his mother can also be his father, Mas Akmal is rich so many times.kan Mbaknya is okay, but he is nauseous." said Yesa, said, sniggering at the end of his sentence.

Agnia sniffed, she didn't understand either. Either that or his stomach is not healthy. What is clear Akmal did not want him to take a doctor, at all.

"Have it open, Ma'am.kasian." said Yesa, the peanut on the table now turned to his lap. No doubt, no worries about his brother-in-law.

"He doesn't want to." Agnia. "You're that. It's so easy to get people open, why? So there's a meal?"

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"Honey. let's open. Want me to bring the rice here? We eat here?"

Akmal shook his head, rising from his nose. Grabbing a glass of warm water from Agnia's hand. "No, I can still go down. Don't go up and down the stairs, okay? Later ketapean."

"Yes. Don't worry." replied Agnia, reassuring.

Adhan reverberated, Akmal opened his difficult fast with a glass of warm water. His stomach became more comfortable. Agnia also took a sip of her drink, to not long get up to pick up a piece of medicine from inside the nightstand drawer. "Drink the maghnya medicine."

Poor thing, this is the first time Agnia has seen Akmal suck. It is also surprising, so feel the lack of help because it fails to ensure the regularity of eating the husband. His head turned back, what did Akmal eat until the qadarullah so this way.

"Why?" Akmal smiled slightly, smashing Agnia's serious face while busy daydreaming. "I'm not papa. Maybe. Because it opened yesterday, I didn't really eat it."

"How now? Did you eat?"

Akmal nodded, clasping Agnia's hand. "It's because of our son. Because I was so happy I forgot my own needs."

Agnia. "You are. jaudah, do we pray first? So that I don't go up and down the stairs anymore."

Akmal nodded. After taking the pain medication, he got better. Until that night, for the umpteenth time they were united in a holy congregation. Akmal became a priest, reciting beautiful verses and his voice.