AL-THAR
#59. Ready

Spirit for me!

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That morning, Mira watched her smart screen. Repeatedly he put it, repeatedly he took it and see if there are incoming messages or other notifications. Who else if it wasn't Athar he was waiting for?

Last night her husband had reported that his return tomorrow was canceled aka postponed one day. Because there is still work to be done there.

Mira herself has a real plan. Since she learned of her pregnancy, then in her heart she wanted to report directly to Athar in Surabaya. Yeah, Mira intends to catch up with Athar on the day of her husband's return alias when the man's job is done. And Mira's plan is to give the news firsthand, with her surprise arrival. Double surprise is the story. It was only after that he wanted to whine that Athar take him for a walk there for two days, mumpungung lecturenya holiday.

"When are you going to the doctor, Mir?"

Mama is seen coming out of the house, while Mira herself is currently sitting on a side porch chair. Since then he noticed and watched Mang Kliwon who was planting Jamaican guava trees. That's Mira's request tree who wants to see various guavas in her garden.

"Tomorrow, Ma, all the same with Athar."

"Seriously you want to go to Surabaya at noon?"

Mira nodded. "Yes dong. The plane ticket is ready. Yes seriously."

Mom occupies the other seat. "You didn't tell Athar that? Let him pick you up from the airport."

"What's the surprise, Ma, when did you first know?"

"Yes, anyway,"

"So calm, I know where to go when I get there. Linggar told me last night."

"Lip off or who it is," Mama thought for a moment. "Leo or Aldo?"

"Roy, Ma."

"Well, the Roy. Are you not the same as Gity? I think Mama is calmer if you go with Athar's employees. You're a stray hobby, Mir. So Mama's worried."

"Don't worry, Ma. I am big. There are maps, ojol, and taxis. Also the police station. When I was still rough too?"

"Athar if you know can be angry, you know,"

"But for the sake of surprise, Ma. I love the surprise."

Pertiwi sighed. "Yes it's up to you. But you promised to call Mama when you get there."

"Yes, Ma. Calm down." suddenly Mira felt nauseous. "I think I want to soak first, Ma" he said, rising from a chair and closing his mouth.

"Nausea again?"

Mira just nodded. After that he hurriedly walked into the house.

"It's weird that kid, nausea really not vomiting, even want to soak."

...🐻🐻...

Shelia stepped nervously when Bryan called her a moment ago when he was at the restaurant where he worked.

But what makes Shelia nervous is that Bryan said that he did not come alone, but with two people who really want to meet with Shelia. They were both Bryan's parents.

For almost a year he had been dating Bryan, it was only once that he had met Bryan's parents. Even if it only lasts a moment. Because both Bryan's parents are super busy with their respective jobs. He could conclude, indeed Bryan was not too concerned about his association considering the man was considered to be an adult, and both parents who had a brilliant career at an age that was no longer young. So that communication between parents and children is too little.

Then now, how does Shelia have to face those who incidentally are the grandparents of the child she contains now?

Bryan smiled as he reached the table where Bryan's family was. So Bryan immediately got up and pulled a chair for Shelia to sit on.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure." the man smiled warmly with a loving look.

Of love?

Shelia was stunned by her own thoughts. When a hand stretched out before him, he immediately ended his brief daydream of taste.

"Nice to meet you ...?"

"Shelia."

"Oh yeah, Shelia." A narrow-eyed woman whom Shelia believes is Bryan's mother, who is of Korean descent. "I'm Felicia Bentley. And this is my husband, Erick Bentley."

So far It looks good their facial expressions are the same as mine.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr and Mrs. A bentley."

Mr. The American-looking Erick asked him first, "You work here?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Sous chef."

Bryan's father looked appreciative. And thank goodness all their stale chatter at the beginning went well. After questioning Shelia's work, then the next conversation is about the content of Shelia.

"So, is it true that you are pregnant with my granddaughter?"

deg.

This is what Shelia was worried about. That both Bryan's parents would doubt him. More precisely doubt the fetus that is contained as the flesh blood of their child.

"Dad," it seemed Bryan understood in the tone of doubt implied by his father.

"Yes," Shelia replied firmly. "But I never expected Bryan to be responsible for me, for my son. Really, I never even expected to see Bryan again."

"Why?" still, with a demanding voice, Mr. Erick looked at Shelia fixedly.

"I'm an independent woman. I was able to raise my own son, "only I was unable to keep my own family's honor. "And I'm ready to be a single parent to my son."

"Then Bryan? You want to forget the father of your son?"

eh? not them .....

Felicia touched the back of Shelia's hand gently and smiled. "Don't say anything like that. As if you didn't need Bryan to raise your son. I believe that's true of my grandson. And I'm very grateful that you kept it even mentally to go through and take care of it alone. Please .. accept the goodwill of my son who wants to be responsible for his son."

"You marry quickly." Mr. Erick added to the wife's words.

Shelia looked at Bryan who was smiling. "So? when are you ready, Shelia?"

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Mira was ready with her small suitcase and sat in the living room while waiting for the mother who was visiting the house of Aunt Renata. That's when the bell rang which was immediately opened by Mbak Nani.

"Neng Mira, there's a real mommy,"

So Mira immediately got up and walked towards the door. A woman of my age looked like she was waiting for an answer.

"Your mother exists? Or rather, is my son here?"

"Which mother's son?"

"Ibramh. My other son said that his brother used to play here, right?"

Mira sighed. "Oh right, Mom. Ibram was my sister's friend. They do linger here a lot."

"Then is Ibram inside?"

"Nothing, Mom. My sister is also not there. Maybe they went to play, Mom. Calm down, they'll be home too."

"The thing is, Ibram hasn't been home for a week, son. I'm worried."

Mira saw the mother who had just walked over to them. "Well, this is my mom, Mom. Try to ask me directly. Maybe my mom knew that."

"Who is this?"

"I'm Ibram's mother, Mom. Is this Ghani's mother?"

"Yes, right, ma'am. Let's go in then."

Turning her steps, Mira immediately pulled her suitcase and said goodbye to her mother. "I left first yes, Ma." she approached and kissed the hand of the woman who gave birth to her.

"Yes, be careful on the road. Is grab coming?"

"It's like. It was in front of the complex."

"Yes, don't forget to call as much as you can. Don't be rude, don't snack carelessly, don't look at the shops, don't stop by unclear. Don't forget to break–"

"I want to go to war. Lots of 'don't' words."

"That's her name Mama's worried."

"Yes, Ma, yes. Santuy is ..." Mira smiled her big smile so that her mother would believe in her this time. "Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat.

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sorry last night I had a stomachache 😔

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