You Are My Life (You are My Life)

Hasna Plan

Hisham stared grievously at his brother who ate his homemade ramjak like a starving man. In fact, Hasna ate young mango which certainly tastes very sour it with ordinary course. There was not even an expression of acidity from his face as he ate the young mango.

"Not sour, brother?"

Hasna stared at Hisham, still chewing the young mango that had been in the chocolate to the spice Hisham made.

"Grandfather, this is a big hit"

"Jude, you eat. But not most of it will also be stomach pain. Poor baby"

Hasna nodded and smiled hearing the attention of Hisham. He really gave his attention to the Big Brother and it moved Hasna.

"Chay to the room first yes, want to do the task"

Hasna nodded "Yes, thank you for making Brother Rujak"

"Yes, brother, you're the same"

Hisham went to his room. He sat in the front seat of his study desk. Pick up a taskbook today and start working on the task. But when he had just written a few words, suddenly his mind was reflected on the incident last afternoon when he bought a young mango for his brother.

Hisham was picking young mangoes at a fresh fruit shop in front of the housing complex where he lived. Suddenly someone approached him.

"You're Hasna Amalia's sister, aren't you?"

Hisham stared confusedly at these two women in front of him. He had seen the faces of the two women. But Hisham forgot where. Eventually he preferred to silence them and refocus on choosing young mangoes for his sister.

"Great, you can live in this luxury housing. What kind of job is your brother doing now? Ngela*cur yes.. Haha"

It was like a joke to the two women in front of Hisham. Both of them even laughed out loud with his words that had clearly lowered the self-esteem of others.

Hisham's hands clenched tightly, he didn't like anyone to look down on his brother. Especially with accusations that his brother did not make at all.

"He is the son of the corruptor who committed suicide. If not selling in*ri what else he can do to live in this luxurious place"

"Shut up! You're no one my brother, it's inappropriate to judge my brother's personality. Because he's better and more perfect than you"

The two women instantly fell silent, they seemed to have not expected that Hisham could fight him with such cruel words. They chose to leave Hisham.

Hisham breathed a heavy sigh considering the incident earlier this afternoon. Fortunately only he who met the two women did not have that heart. If his brother had met, he would have been heartbroken. Moreover, she was pregnant now, it would definitely affect her pregnancy.

Hopefully everything will be fine as long as we are here.

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He began to feel uncomfortable in his stomach. I don't know what time it is, but Hasna's been distracted in her sleep. He woke up instantly and ran towards the bathroom.

His stomach really feels like in a stir so it wants to be removed immediately. Hasna lowered her head in front of the wastafell and spewed out all of her entrails. It was so bitter on his tongue.

He washed his face, then looked at himself on the glass of the wastafell. Both of his hands held tightly to the side of the wastafell. His chest rose and fell rapidly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. This is not the first time Hasna has felt this way since she became pregnant.

"Dear Asna, what's up?"

Bima appeared hurriedly behind the bathroom door. He immediately approached his beloved wife. Wiping cold sweat on his wife's forehead.

"Vomit again" said Bima with a heavy sigh. He always felt guilty to see his wife who had difficulties in her pregnancy. "No papa, now sleep again. Or is there something you want?"

Hasna suddenly hugged her husband tightly and cried as she pleased at his chest. I don't know what she's feeling, but Hasna is clearly uncomfortable with her heart and wants to cry.

"Hey.. Why?"

Bima panicked himself with this attitude of Hasna, especially suddenly the woman was crying for no reason. "So is sick? Asna, what's wrong with you?"

Hasna hugged her husband tightly with a soft voice. "Hiks.. I just want you not to come home at night, I can't sleep if you haven't come home. I want you to sniff my stomach just as I want to sleep. But, it's been two days you've been home the night continues"

Bima smiled at his wife's words, she peaked Hasna's head. Now she knows that she's lonely at night when she hasn't returned to work.

You idiot!

Bima cursed his own stupidity now, not understanding the wishes of his own pregnant wife.

"Oh yeah, I promise you that from tomorrow I won't be home too late"

Hasna released her circle of hands on Bima's waist. Looking up to see her husband's face. Hasna no longer cares about her self-esteem that was never spoiled for her husband. But, right now Hasna really wanted to be spoiled by her husband. In addition, there is a purpose in itself with all these plays.

It seems like you can talk about it now.

"Dear"

Bima raised one of her eyebrows, looking questioningly at Hasna for her call. "What?"

"I can get out of the room.. Pliss"

Bima was starting to understand now, why his Hasnya had suddenly turned spoiled. Hugging it like that and suddenly crying made Bima afraid.

"So, all this is to seduce me to get out of the room?" Bima asked with her probing gaze, she was not angry at Hasna. Just a little annoyed at having made her panic, but at the end of the day there was something she wanted.

Duh.. He came back to my senses with all my plans. But that vomiting wasn't part of my plan. I'm just taking a chance.

"Isa.. Honey, I'm pregnant again. So all my wishes you must follow. If not, then our child will be angry. You want to do it?"

Hasna said like that with her hands stroking her flat stomach and the facial expression made as blank as possible so that Bima can melt and obey her wishes.

Bima sighed heavily at Hasna's adorable behavior. Do not know if all that makes Bima have to resist his desire not to pounce on him at this time. Bima kept remembering the doctor's message at that time.

"But this is not part of our baby's desire. This is your own wish, isn't it 'kam Hasna?"

Hasna pouted hearing that, it was true that this was all her wish. But the baby will also be happy if the mother is happy.

"Honey.. Pliss.. I'm the boss in the room all the time. I'm no longer papa"

Huh..

Bima breathed a heavy sigh, he knew that what he was doing was too excessive for his wife. But, believe.. Bima is only afraid if something happens to Hasna and their baby-to-be. Because for Bima, health and safety are both the most important for Bima.

"Alright, but just outside the room. I'm not letting you out of the house without me!"

After the first rule is removed, another rule reappears. Maybe it will be like that as long as Hasna is pregnant.

Alright.. I'll persuade him again later.. Hehe

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