Wish It Was Cinderella

Honey Moon is delayed

Arriving at the hotel which he said belonged to the family, I immediately invited Al to run to the hotel room which had been taken key as our room later.

A large and luxurious hotel chain three, it is quite satisfying for a young entrepreneur can handle several other companies.

Number 156, the room we stayed in was on the third floor, the Presidential room as the best room in this hotel. Al so poult once the location of this room, without having to be followed by room boy. As if he did go there often, well I finally admitted and believed that this was his hotel.

The door to the room opened Al, without excuse and looked over and over. I ran to find the bathroom. The taste I hold now feels like it will come out right then and there.

I threw up all the contents of the stomach at that time, relieved it feels if all has come out. Finished and went out of the bathroom, I just realized that this room is so big with a view like what I don't know, because it's too dark outside. But certainly can feel the original coolness, not because of the cold Ac that lights up.

"How dear, do you like it?" al asked as he hugged me from behind as I stood looking at the view outside from the window of such a large room.

"Lumayan is, for amateur young entrepreneurs," I replied.

I don't know, Al's words or sweet words don't have any effect. All so sounds ordinary, even though this self should be so happy to be in his arms.

I thought Al would be angry, but he wasn't. He was busy alone, kissing and playing with my hair. When she stared, with eyes that I used to love. Now it feels so different, it always makes nausea. I held Al down, and pushed him again to run to the bathroom again.

"Oh, come on, Laila, it's our honeymoon. Can't you hold back your nausea?" al screams were heard all the way to the bathroom.

After all how else, it feels nauseous every time I think he wants to make out. Hello, is this normal? So continued that I felt until finally Al chose to give up and sleep in a feeling of disappointment.

Sorry I'm Al, it's not my wish but it's like that.

From dawn I was awake, or could not sleep more precisely, probably because not at home. But how time in Al's house for the first time, can even sleep? I always thought this was weird. Until now I have not tried Testpack, so do not know whether it is positive or not.

Getting out of bed, I brought a test pack. For what I wear to her 5th, a single one would be accurate if it was true that I was positively pregnant.

It did not take long to get the result, I could immediately see there were two red lines that were so real. My face was blushing, Alhamdulillah was right I was pregnant, and this was her son Al, the only man I loved.

Out of the bathroom Al was still asleep, wanting me to tease him that morning while telling him about my pregnancy. But later she did not want to pray at dawn, but at least as a prospective father she should know my pregnancy.

"Papa's up, Pa. Morning prayers, Pa." I whispered in Al's ear.

At first he didn't care, maybe he thought my whisper was a hallucination. Until finally, I bit his big nose and pointed, then he realized.

"Come, Pa get up." call me again.

"Papa, I'm already in Mama's stomach" I explained giving Al the results of the testpack that is still in my hands.

Not play happy he, immediately wake up and continue to lean on me kiss. It's too late, but I like it.

"Finally it worked, I became a real Papa..," cried Al who I thought looked so exaggerated.

This morning he immediately performed his dawn prayer without any reason to laze. Maybe Al feels his life is now so dear to God, until when he heard he would be Papa it feels amazing to be grateful for all.

We returned home after the sublime, Al looked so bright and kept smiling. I feel happy because of it too. Thank you Al, you always make me feel like living forever.

The journey was not as chaotic as yesterday, especially when we went home while others were still working. When I got home, I saw Kak Wildan's motorcycle there. Finally, this is the first time Al will meet Brother Wildan.

I got off the car followed by Al. Brother Wildan, is sitting with Yasmin who is working on a task from him. Al continued to hold my hand, not letting go even once though we were now in front of Brother Wildan and Yasmin.

It's weird, it's not usually that he behaves like that.

"Hi Aunty," Al said to Yasmin's youngest sister.

"What's the brother? Oh yes this is Mr. Wildan, my homeroom teacher," Yasmin said, introducing Al and Kak Wildan.

Brother Wildan who I saw from earlier looked at my hand and Al, now stood up and gave his hand to shake with Al. By letting go of my hand first, Al returned his hand.

It would seem that he doesn't like Brother Wildan.

"Giland." Brother Wildan's voice that I think is heavier than ever.

"Althaf," replied Al with his distinctive but forced smile.

"Titip my brother yes sir, not in the galakin" Al's message said.

"God willing, of course, I will be properly educated" Wildan replied as he looked at me.

I bowed this face, Al clasped my hand back and we went to go inside, leaving Yasmin and Brother Wildan. What did Brother Wildan's gaze mean to me in front of Al earlier? Do you realize that Brother Wildan was looking at me? I hope Al wasn't aware then.

For now there's nothing I have to explain. Because all is the past, yes the past that will never be repeated. The story about me and Brother Wildan is over. Now it's just me, Al and our son.