ATIQA
Chapter 83: Break Up

Atiqah continued to cry beside Subroto who was still unconscious. It had been two days, the old man had fallen into a coma. Ardi stood behind Atiqah, rubbing both shoulders.

"Don't cry, it's not good for our children. Now go home, huh? from the morning you were in the hospital. You need to rest" Ardi tried to persuade Atiqah to come home.

"But Eyang ... Neither is conscious. I'm afraid .. I'm afraid that Eyang can't see his great-grandson born later," Atiqah looked at Ardi's heart. Eyes swollen.

"Don't say that. We have to be optimistic that Eyang can recover --brush cheek-we go home huh?" Ardi held Atiqah standing. Atiqah according. Then they passed by Thunder at the door.

"We go home first. If later there is news about Eyang, say I yes mas," Atiqah said to Guntur. Ardi just shut up. Since his arrival in Jogja, Ardi did not speak or greet Thunder.

"Good mbak. Ma'am Atiqah and mas Ardi rest at home. Let me take care of it, " said Guntur while nodding to let Atiqah and Ardi go.

Thunder looked at the backs of the two. "What's the real problem? there's something that Ardi is hiding" he told himself.

Atiqah silently stared outside the car glass. It rained quite hard. Ardi was silent. He focused on the streets.

"You why? from yesterday's dateng was often silent. You also have no conversation with Guntur. What's the problem?" atiqah asked, changing his sitting position to face Ardi.

"Nothing. It's just your feeling," Ardi was being careless. Atiqah looked at him with an angry feeling of wanting to curse but he could bear it. Atiqah again changed his sitting position facing straight forward.

Although Ardi is more quiet but he is still attentive to Atiqah. He led his wife into the house.

"What cooking can you cook? I'm the same Atiqah hasn't had dinner yet" asked Ardi after entering the dining room. Mbok Jum happens to be still in the kitchen.

"Lodeh den's cooking. Wanna prepare?" tanya mbok Jum standing in front of the dining table.

"Want to?" ask Ardi at the Atiqah.

"You, whatever I want. Sorry mbok ngrepotin malem-malem gini," said Atiqah then sat in a chair that Ardi had prepared for him.

"Ndak papa, pity pregnant women slack. Wait a minute yo," mbok Jum back to the front of the stove. Prepare vegetable lodeh into containers.

Atiqah and Ardi enjoyed their slightly late dinner. Vegetable lodeh, tempeh fry and sambal terasi ludes.

"Thank you mbok," Atiqah said on Friday and then received a helping hand from Ardi. Ardi brought Atiqah into the pavilion.

"I miss you .." said Ardi, hugging Atiqah.

Atiqah was surprised to be hugged suddenly from behind.

"No answer? I said kangen," said Ardi again.

"Huh?? yes, I miss it too" replied Atiqah. They slowly walked into the room. Ardi turned the door lock.

"If kangen should be what?" tanya Ardi, trying to fish Atiqah. He lifted the knee-length dress to reveal the lower body. The bulging stomach and thin underware used by Atiqah gives a sexy impression. It's been a long time that Ardi hasn't touched her because of the ban that Dr. Arman said she had.

"What's emang? I'm full, now sleepy," Atiqah dropped her dress and went to the bathroom. Ardi clenched both his hands.

Atiqah washed his face, brushed his teeth and cleaned his body. After the shower, she opened the closet to change clothes. Ardi looked at him with a sharp gaze from above the bed.

"The gigeliatin is so. You're not taking a shower? from morning in the hospital. Bathing gih," said Atiqah while wearing a negligee, without a bra covering his chest. Her enlarged pregnancy makes her claustrophobic if she sleeps wearing a bra.

Ardi remained silent, from the look in his eyes he was clearly angry. His passion wanted to be vented but his wife refused.

"Udah malem, I'm going to bed. Tomorrow morning we have to go to the hospital again" Atiqah went into the blanket and slept on Ardi's back.

Ardi chose to go to the bathroom to refresh his head.

Wall clock shows at 2 am. Audible sound *******. "G ..." Atiqah. Ardi had already stripped the negligee and only the underware was left.

Ardi was looking at the top of the chest alternately. Atiqah squeezed her husband's black hair.

"I know you want to, too. Don't sell expensive!" said Ardi ketus. Atiqah is like returning to his consciousness. "I'm your husband! but you don't want me to touch. Who do you want? The thunder? da? Answer!" Ardi pinched the top of the chest quite hard.

"Sakiitt ... What do you mean?" Atiqah brushed off Ardi's hand on her chest and covered it with her two hands.

"Not pretend to be you! good kiss with thunder? huh??" Ardi pulls the rough Atiqah underware until it breaks off and tears.

"You don't be rude anymore! could danger. I'm pregnant with your son Ardi. Conscious you! Conscious!" Atiqah sat down and immediately retreated to give distance between himself and Ardi. He was very afraid that Ardi would do something again.

"Bulshit! Fu*ck you! Bit*ch! you cheap lady! you think you've been alone all this time with Thunder I don't know? what did you do when I was in Jakarta? do you think I'm a moron? HUH!!" Ardi came closer, pulled out his hair and grabbed Atiqah's mouth.

"Don't kiss Thunder? good hugging him? good to embrace, spoiled with Thunder? good to carry with thunder? Answer it!! pe*lacur you," Ardi slapped Atiqah.

"You can be rude to me, you can beat me but please. I'm afraid there's nothing with him. I fear. Please, please, I beg you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I have nothing in common with Thunder. The vow! I'm not there's nothing. I just love you too. I love our son. I beg you," Atiqah clenched her hands together, waving to Ardi.

"Rangh ... Breng!! Baji!!" Ardi ruffled his hair.

Atiqah snatched the negligee quickly.

"Who are you wearing your clothes?" Ardi back to snarl. Pull two legs of Atiqah up to the edge of the bed. Ardi opened his wife's thigh wide.

"Don't! Nay! you can't do this to our kids. This is your son" Atiqah tried to resuscitate Ardi. It's still not wet. He does not want to be entered in a rough way.

Ardi dark eyes. He took off his pants. His is perfect.

"Stop it!! Please ... I want your layanin, but in the right way. Slowly without emotion" Atiqah sat down and her hands slowly felt Ardi's. Massaging it up and down.

Ardi said*rang, his manhood feels warm. He pressed the head of Atiqah while shaking his hips quickly.

Atiqah. Her lips look sexy.

"Don't think I'm sorry you're the same poor man!" Ardi direct melu*mat lips Atiqah. Smells the whole body that to him is his, only his.

"It's mine! all mine!" he said it was full of emphasis.

Ardi entered the Atiqah gently and then changed increasingly fast and rough. Ardi slapped Atiqah's ass. Until the moment the peak wanted to explode, Ardi bit hard on Atiqah's right shoulder while squeezing two chest.

Ardi breathed rough, while Atiqah endured the pain in his shoulders, buttocks and groin.

"Reverse! I can still. You will not be able to take it from that poor man!" Ardi turned the body of Atiqah. He re-entered his wife.

Until the thirty minute, amniotic fluid seeps on the mattress. Ardi panic. And so is Atiqah.

The date of birth of the doctor is still three weeks away. But that night Atiqah felt very sick and intense heartburn after the amniotic fluid broke.

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