Alin and Hazar
CHAPTER 78

“I still want to sit here for a long time,” Alin stares bitterly at Aunt Yona and Karin. “But I have to go, if Bibi and Mbak Karin, keep standing like this.”

“Don't mind us, Miss. Please enjoy the time, you.” Karin.

“There's nothing I can enjoy like this!” Alin stood up from her seat, pulling Aunt Yona's hand to join her in the garden chair. “Aibi, sit. Can gout Aunt's bones if stand still.” Alin looked at Karin. “Mbak Karin, want to sit alone, or want me to help?”

Karin finally chose to sit down. And when Karin and Aunt Fatma had been sitting sweetly in the garden chair, Alin instead went from there.

“You, where to go, Miss!” Karin got back up and chased Alin. Auntie Yona did the same.

Alin let out a long breath, and stopped his steps. He looked back at Karin. “I just want to pick flowers, Madam Karin.” Answer jang.

“What flowers do you want, Miss? I'll get you.”

“I want to pick it myself.” Alin crossed her arms, staring intently at Karin. “What did Brother Hazar command, that Sister Karin should be like this to me? I just want to pick flowers, not climb trees! This is absolutely no harm.” mess Alin with emotions.

“I didn't tell him.” Suddenly Hazar appeared there. Hazar beckons Karin, to ask to leave her and Alin there.

Karin and Aunt Yona resigned.

“You want to pick flowers?”

Alin nodded, with eyes examining Hazar's facial features. He wasn't too sure if Hazar would allow it.

“Please wait here for a moment. I'll get you scissors.” Hazar went from there.

Alin's eyes twitched in disbelief. What was her husband right? How can Hazar allow him to move under the hot sun, and plucking flowers of course he will face the ground and sharp thorns. Has her husband's possessiveness started to diminish? “Oh, this is so much fun!” exclaiming Alin cheerfully. He could not wait to pick the flowers that were blooming.

Two minutes later...

“Only one!” yell Alin can't believe it. Pupus had all the euphoria of Alin two minutes ago. Hazar Ternya only allowed picking one flower stalk, nothing more.

“What do you want to say? Quickly pick up now or not at all!”

Alin stared in disbelief at a flower that had been cleaned of thorns and was being held by the gardener. So he just had to cut it, the father of the gardener also who will hold the flowers if it has been cut later. And just to hold a pair of scissors he had to wear gloves. This is more like a ribbon cutting event to formalize something. It was not like picking the flowers he had imagined.

Alin chuckled, he cursed himself who had been euphoric. “Yes, Alin conscious, aware! Your husband is a Hazar. Not an ordinary human.” Inner Alin.

“Why are you laughing? You don't want to pick it?”

Alin smiled, his eyes staring in disbelief at Hazar. “No, I'll pluck it. It would be a shame if it didn't. I've been wearing gloves.” Alin raised both his hands.

As the scissors had prepared on the flower stalk, Alin looked back at her husband. "Take this as the inauguration of my love for, Brother." Inwardly.

"What are you thinking?" Hazar seemed to know that Alin was thinking about something.

"Eh," Alin was confused as to what to answer, but an idea of a diamond appeared in his mind. "What Brother wants... Just the brother who holds the flowers when I cut them later." Alin's eyes glared spoiled, hoping that Hazar would comply now, though he did not expect much. Because he knew Hazar could have turned down his request. Beyond a doubt! Instead of the rejection she received, Hazar hugged her from behind, clasping her hands together and guiding her to pluck the sacred flower.

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At lunch, it wasn't as bad as Alin had imagined. Before entering the dining room, he had a bad idea that he would return to feeling nauseous because of the smell of food, it was not. He ate so much that Hazar was astonished.

“Eat slowly. No one else wants to take your food!” Hazar fondly stroked his wife's head.

“Same grandfather Papa, where to?” ask Alin with a mouth full.

“They're going to the office.”

“O.” Alin muttered, refocused on his food. “Oh, I can't eat much.” Alin stared softly at his nearly empty plate.

“Who forbids!?” Hazar was half screaming. His wife needs a lot of nutrients now. Who dares to forbid him to eat much.

Alin's eyes twitched in disbelief. There were a lot of surprises today.

“Who forbids you to eat?” Hazar repeated the question.

“Eh, no one forbid. I just have to leave a little space in my hamburger. Because I just walked with Mama.”

“You want rujak?”

“No.” Alin nodded quickly. “I was just confused what I want to leave Mama.” replied Alin softly, his eyes looking softly at the rest of the food that is still a lot on the table.

Hazar frowned. Stare confusedly at Alin. “Why is that?”

Alin sighed first, before then answering Hazar's question. “Mama asked, if I want to drop what? When I said no, Mama asked me to think. Yeah, I'm confused as to what to answer. So I'll just tell you that I'm playing!”

Hazar shook his head. It turns out that habit forces her to feel from Mama Rosa. “Eat a lot. Let me eat the spoon later.”

Alin's eyes blinked happily. “Really!?”

“Hmm... Finish your food,”

“I can add?”

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Alin closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath of fresh air to fill his entire parrot cavity. Now he is relaxing on the terrace next to the house, after eating with all his content. His stomach felt full and full. He's not alone in there. There was Aunt Fatma and Aunt Yona accompanying him. While her husband was in the workspace with Karin.

“Not necessary. Aunty, just sit down.”

“Then excuse me to go to the kitchen for a while,” Aunt Fatma said again.

“Aibi, what do you want again? Auntie want to drink?”

“I need a moment. Miss, wait here.” Fatma's aunt rubbed the back of Alin's hand that was holding her arm not to go from there. “Free a minute.”

Alin finally let Aunt Fatma go.

“Heat-hot like this, it would be nice if we drink mango juice. Yes, Aunty!” alin said to Aunt Yona who had been silent since then. Yes, Aunt Yona looks very stiff sitting next to her.

“In the meantime, I'm making it, Miss.” Aunt Yona was about to stand up.

“Eitss..” Alin quickly held Aunt Yona's hand. “I'm just arguing, Auntie. Not want it.” Alin. “Aibi, just sit down. I'm full and there's no more room here.” Alin rubbed his stomach.

But shortly after, Aunt Fatma returned to the terrace with a tray containing three glasses of mango juice.

Alin's eyes were in awe. “What Aunt can already read people's minds?” Alin greeted his glass of juice with joy. And drink it straight away.

“Slow-slow, Miss. Your stomach can hurt if it is in a hurry like this.” Said Aunt Fatma, staring worriedly at Nonanya.

Alin put his glass on the table, his juice now only half left. “Hmm.... Very fresh, Aunty!” fun. Alin grinned when he found Aunt Yona's astonished face. “There is still room here, Bibi.” Alin pointed to his own stomach. It was not until two minutes after he said his stomach was full and had no room left there. But in fact a glass of juice almost ludes in just a matter of seconds.

Alin repeatedly evaporated, probably due to the factor of a full stomach, surrounded by the cool atmosphere of the terrace with a soothing breeze. Makes Alin unable to resist his sleepiness.

“Auntie, I'll go to the room first.” His love for Aunt Yona and Aunt Fatma.

“Good, Miss.”

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Elsewhere, Papa Haris was pensive in her room. His mind was completely dead-end. Keeping the pregnancy from Alin is certainly not an easy thing. His daughter is too smart to be fooled. Sooner or later Alin will know about her pregnancy. Ever since hearing Hazar's statement last night, Papa Haris has only learned what mess would arise if Alin suddenly became pregnant.

Papa Haris looked at the agreement Alin made with Doctor Qori. It was written there clearly that Alin would abort her womb if she were pregnant at any time.

Papa Haris rubbed his face violently. What makes Alin unable to accept Hazar? Hazar was a good man and loved his daughter very much.

Papa Haris was stunned, he suddenly remembered something. The matchmaking! Yes, he recalled the time when his daughter was tied to a patient's bed, after a suicide attempt. He and Papa Setyo had threatened Alin to such an extent that his daughter was forced to agree to the match. Papa Haris immediately got up from his seat, grabbed his phone and car keys, immediately rushed out of his room.

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It had been nearly fifteen minutes Alin was lying on the bed. He felt very sleepy, but he could not fall asleep. Alin turned his body, looking for a comfortable position, but it had no effect. He's still awake. Alin grabbed her phone, and called her husband's number.

“What's up?” saut Hazar from across the phone.

“Kakak, busy?”

“No, what's up?”

Tut! Without answering Alin immediately disconnect the phone call. He got out of bed and out of the room.

Geck! Geck! Geck! Alin knocks on Hazar's office door.

Hazar, who was sitting at his desk, said from the inside. “Log in!” his yell.

Alin opened the door of Hazar's study. Only his head was sticking out behind the door. He watched the whole room, only Hazar himself was there. “Where did Madam Karin go?” inner Alin. Because he felt safe, there was no one else there, Alin went into the room.

Hazar watches his wife from his desk. Lately he has become accustomed to the peculiarities of his wife's attitude. Maybe it was from their baby? “Oh, Son! Whatever you want to do. But don't bother your Mama.” Hazar murmured, his eyes still faithfully following all the movements of his wife who was now sitting on the sofa.

Alin was irritated, as Hazar ignored his presence. Just welcoming him doesn't Hazar do. He felt like an uninvited guest in the room. He came uninvited!

Alin turned his eyes to look at Hazar's desk doubtfully. He jumped in shock. Hazar was glaring at him. Whether glaring or not, the important thing was that her husband was also looking at her with all his silence.

Alin. “Hmm... Am I interrupting?” he asked, his two thumbs playing with each other's nails. Honestly, he was a little agitated at Hazar's silence.

“To here!” Hazar flicked his index finger, asking Alin to come closer to it.

“Eh,” Alin even more clumsy when told Hazar to get closer to there. But he also did not dare to refuse.

As Alin was about to reach nearby, Hazar immediately turned his chair to the side of his desk. He opened both his hands wide. Prepare to wait for Alin to join him there.

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