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Aleeya had been a wife for a week, but she looked like a widow. For one week Abigail left him alone in the housing complex. After getting married, Abigail slept at home one night and the next morning Abigail left without saying goodbye.
Remembering her made Aleeya's heart tight, married out of coercion. Even his status was only a mistress' wife.
"We have to be strong, son, the mother promises to make you accept your mother and you love."
Aleeya spoke to the child in her womb, rubbing gently. Sometimes Aeleya take a walk around the complex, just to get rid of her satiety at home. Aeleya had also known some of her neighbors, Aeleya felt comfortable getting acquainted with some of her neighbors, they were very friendly towards her.
It is not that Aeleya does not want to walk around the city of Jakarta to know which areas. Only no one took him for a walk, actually he could have gone alone, considering he did not know which areas are good to visit in Jakarta, Jakarta, make the pregnant woman undo herself and patiently wait for the person who wants to invite her.
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In the morning, Aleeya began to react. Aleeya was ready to take a walk in the morning to be healthy, not forgetting she used a long-sleeved negligee solely her legs and a hijab covered her head.
As if taking a walk suddenly there were Mothers, neighbors whom he knew called his name.
"Aleeiah!" exclaims Mother Fitri neighbors who sometimes share food with her, as well as herself when cooking something, must return the container of Mother Fitri with containing food back.
"What's the matter, Mom?" aeleya asked in front of Ms. Fitri.
"This is how I want to go for a walk to take the kids to the mall. Since I want to go there, you want not to go to the mall with Mommy," asked Ibu Fitri.
"Mau Ibuk, I'd love to. But can I really go to the buk? I don't disturb the mother's togetherness with the children," Aleeya said, asking, he was afraid to be a bully when he came later.
"With Leeya at all, I'm glad you came along. I know you must be saturated at home continues, so I ngajakin you. Moreover, your husband works far away, not necessarily home when."
Aeleya nodded confirming what Ms. Fitri said. Aeleya also not only did not know when her husband came home, her husband's job and workplace alone Aeleya did not know in the slightest. Aeleya wanted to ask that her husband should think dozens of times, moreover she was just an unregarded wife. If it is considered impossible her husband did not tell her.
"Aleeiah!" call Mother Fitri to wake Aeleya from her daydream. "Ga good Pregnant women daydream, do not think much, fear it even affects your newly developing fetus. Mending you get ready, I wait for the children," he continued.
"Good mom, I called my husband first Mom, ask permission," said Aeleya was happy to be taught the streets.
"Yaudah dek Aeleya ask permission just the same husband, if for example not authorized to call Mom yes," said Ms. Fitri.
Aeleya nodded, immediately opening the fence of her house and entering into the room. Before changing into clothes Aleeya was sitting on the edge of the bed, he grabbed his phone.
"I forgot, though! I don't have a Dareen mas number, how do I call it this way," said Aleeya patting slowly.
Aleeya paced back and forth thinking of asking whose husband's phone number to whom. At home there is only him, not one worker.
"Well, I want to go for a walk. Ahh yes mending I join the Fitri bu aja, Dareen mas affairs easily later. You might as well mas Dareen nagging or angryin me. Mas Dareen would have said that his business is not my business, so my business is also not a problem for Dareen mas."
Aleeya smiled broadly, a week just at home, finally Aeleya can go out for a walk and also come with her good neighbors. Aleeya rushed to get ready, she wore a blouse outfit limited to the length of her thighs and subordinate cloth pants, head covering using her favorite quadrilateral hijan.
Aleeya reflected on making sure her appearance was not too bad for a walk.
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"Aleeya does not buy maternity clothes, all" said Ms. Fitri.
"Eum hingga first ma'am, then later. My stomach isn't big yet, it's only been a month" Aeleya said. Actually the money that her husband gave her was, only she was too afraid to spend her needs without her husband's permission.
"Mother buy ya, please don't refuse. Think of this as your wedding gift from Mom," said Ms. Fitri told Aeleya to accept her buy clothes.
"I don't feel good Mom, I'm good to make sure I walk away grateful. Mom wants to buy me clothes too, don't miss Mom. Let me buy it with Dareen mas only if Dareen mas already come home from work," said Aleeya still refused.
"All right now let me buy you. Want yes! Do not refuse, once this is just a mother really want to buy you maternity clothes, want yes Leeya," please Ms. Fitri, hope Aleeya does not refuse it.
"But I'm"
"Had accepted, I don't want to hear your rejection anymore." Fitri's mother breezed into a clothing store to pick up two pieces of hijab-specific clothing for Aeleya. Since she was also hijab-wearing, she also took clothes for her.
"This is for us Leeya, must be used yes. It can't be saved" Ms Fitri told Aleeya.
"God Mother, thank you very much. Later I will also bales Mother's kindness," said Aleeya.
"Yes with Leeya, yuk now we follow the children. Surely they have eaten, the mother told the babysitter they made a food message first."
Ibu Fitri's son there are 3, two women and one man. The man is the last child of Mother Fitri. The age of the three children of Ms. Fitiri is not too far the three are only a difference of 3 years.
Aeleya follows Mother Fitri. The two of them went to the place where their children ate. Aeleya seemed confused to order what food, the food was all so expensive, nothing cheap, only cheap drinks, and even just plain water.
"Mom, I'm confused as to what food messages, food orders are the same as Mommy can?" aeleya asked expressing confusion in choosing food.
"May Leeya, do you have any food allergies or not? I'm afraid of the wrong food message, which will even make you allergic," said Ms. Fitri.
"No ma'am" replied Aleeya.
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