YOU ARE MY PRIEST

YOU ARE MY PRIEST 11

Happiness with them, has been running for 3 months. Day by day, Hanum began to accept the Word as her husband.

Firman stared at the buttons of his shirt that had not been locked, his legs running towards his wife, "Honey, I go to work first."

Hanum stared at the direction of the voice, "Breakfast first," his hand as he took the plate from the shelf.

"Oh yeah," Word's eyes floated up looking at the watch in his hand, "My Island will be early, we go for a walk huh."

"Yes," his feet stepped towards the dining room, "Here's the food, breakfast first."

Word's eyes were wide open happy, a plate of sauteed eggs his favorite, "This is what I've been waiting for the most."

Hanum stepped forward towards the dining chair, right beside her husband. His gaze remained focused on the food that was greedy was almost exhausted.

"Well," his hand reached for the bag on the table, "Well what do you want to eat? Let me get it ready."

Word devours his food, he glances at his wife, "Soto."

Hanum smiled sweetly, but instantly disappeared. He felt his stomach as if he wanted to vomit, since yesterday he felt dizzy in his head.

"So soon, I'll stay."

Word's eyes followed his wife's body which began to disappear, indeed lately his wife is sick. He began to complain with nausea and dizziness, probably because they often stayed up every night.

"Honey," called the Word, and devoured the last mouthful of his hand.

He stood up to the bathroom, looking at his wife inside. Checking whether his condition was okay, his feelings were mixed with worry.

Many times his hand knocked on the door, but there was no response from within. His hand touched the knob, turned it and opened the door. His eyes were fixed on the woman who was holding back his vomit, his legs stepped slowly, his eyeballs seemed to give a warm touch to his wife.

"Honey," called the Word, and his hand crept on his wife's shoulder.

"My head is dizzy" said Hanum, then held his head.

As a sprightly husband, Firman reached into his pants pocket. His eyeballs were spinning, indicating looking for something in his pants pocket.

Now, his hand held up a mobile phone, "Hello, today I'm not coming, please Dani replace me."

Without waiting for a reply from his words, he immediately pressed the red button on his phone screen. Both hands raised his wife's body, a face so pale that Firman immediately took her into the car.

"Hold hold on," he said, sambari launched a kiss on his wife's forehead.

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Now his foot went down the car, his hand immediately carrying his wife's body. Hanum just smiled, her face hiding behind the chest of the field belonging to her husband.

His steps tracing each room, his eyeballs often glanced at, an empty spot for his wife. And he found that empty place. His feet stepped quickly, running small towards the square room. Word quickly put his wife to sleep in the place provided.

Quickly, the doctor stood up and carried out his duties. Firman looked so worried, that he forgot if he almost spent 2 bottles of mineral-sized water.

The doctor came out of a rectangular place covered only by green curtains, "Father, her husband?."

Firman nodded enthusiastically, "How is he doing?."

The doctor gave a happy expression, "Congratulations, sir."

"Congratulations?" The Word now scratched his forehead.

"Yes, sir," the doctor reached out his hand, "Your wife is pregnant."

His eyes were glazed over, his eyeballs shifted to look at the young pregnant woman. A sense of happiness flashed across the man's face, he was really looking forward to this gift.

His legs stepped slowly, "This isn't a dream?."

"No, I'm pregnant."

A happy smile accompanied them, now Hanum came down from his bed with the help of her husband. They came out of the square room, Hanum's hand was still in his stomach from earlier.

"Do you want me to carry, or walk?" bargain the Word, looking at the woman who was holding her flat stomach.

"Road," Hanum replied, then gave an arch on his lips.

"But I want to hold on."

"Shy, a lot of people."

"Look, we're gonna have kids soon."

"Well, got to." Word raised his wife's tiny body.

"You'll be tired, baby."

"Say, you're ashamed to be seen."

"Hehe." Hanum's face was already drowned in the chest of the field that belonged to her husband.

His hands still firmly lifted his female body, a happy smile not far from this man's face. He will be a father, and have a funny son with his woman.

Now that they were in the car park, he lowered the tiny body and opened the door for the woman. Really, very sweet behavior.

"Please enter" said soft Word, with a style like a bodyguard style.

"Thank you" Hanum replied, then landed a kiss on her husband's cheek.

Car driving through the streets of the city, Hanum still looked towards the front, his smile was still the same as before. Word was still slamming his steering, occasionally his eyes glanced at his wife's flat stomach.

Hanum scrunched his forehead, the direction of the road that was headed was not the direction of the road to the house, "Loh? Where are we going?."

"Relight, dear," softly reply the Word.

"You don't work?."

"Today's off, so yeah, I think make a walk with you."

Hanum without wrinkling, he just scratched his non-itchy temple.

"We're getting down here, aren't we?" bargain the Word, his wife just smiled sweetly at the Word.

Word turned his car around, headed for the parking lot. Hanum looked gently at the face of her husband, "Honey," Hanum said in her powerful voice.

"Yes?" Firman looked at the woman, "What's wrong? Eaten? Drinkies?."

Hanum shook his head softly, "It seems, that Fatimah is the same as deh."

Word smiled, "Alright, let's go."

Their steps went hand in hand, Hanum's hand still could not escape on his flat stomach.

Hanum ran over, as Fatimah began to look at him, "Hi, Fatimah," Hanum waved.

"Hanum, are you here too?."

He nodded enthusiastically, his eyes glancing at the family in front of him, "Hi, little princess."

"Hi" said Firman, who was still standing behind his wife.

Suip waved his hand, signaling to sit next to him, "For a long time no see, bro."

"Your son, what's his name?."

Suip smiled, "Adelia," then his eyes looked at Hanum's hand holding her belly, "Your wife, bunting?."

"Yes, that's how it is," he replied so casually.

Word straightened his legs, his eyes staring at that brightly colored sky. While Hanum, still playing with the children of Fatimah.

"So I met sam-" Fatimah stopped her speech, Firman glanced sharply at her face.

"Who are you, Fat?" hanum asked, then turned his gaze toward Fatimah.

"Meet the balloonist" she replied a little awkwardly, "Yuk, baby. We'll buy balloons first."

"Eh, let me, please" Hanum explained, then took the little princess, "Here, son."

Adelia nodded enthusiastically, staring with sparkling eyes. The small hand clasped tightly onto Hanum's hand, a grin on Hanum's face.

Word smiled warmly, his eyes could not be separated from the woman's back, "Lu want to say what, Fat?."

Fatimah glanced, "Gue had met Bagas, his son's wife."

"Wife?."

Fatimah and Suip nodded steadily, Word looked at the couple in turn, in his brain not believing what was being said.