Aunty's Matchmaker
Physicians

Not felt, my in-laws time to return to the homeland has arrived. They don't know yet that we've now been living in the house Mr. Malik made in my name.

"Sir, long time no, yes, Mama and Papa got the champagne?" I'm a little agitated. We were sitting on the bench while Mr. Malik was engrossed in eating ice cream this early.

"Enak Sir?" I asked who was quite drooling to see Mr. Malik eating ice cream without looking at me.

"Yes, good," he replied, glancing at me and staring back at the ice cream.

I frowned feeling something was strange, wasn't my husband not too fond of ice cream?

It's been a month more than the first time we saw the house at that time, Mr. Malik also behaved strangely which made me confused.

"Sir, shouldn't we go to the hospital?" my question is worried about Mr. Malik's changed attitude.

His ice cream is up, "Behin, dong," pinta Pak Malik glare at me. I smile with a weird look.

Inevitably I obey, I take Mr. Malik's ica cream and throw it in the trash.

Dampen hands and also the mouth area of Mr. Malik who was exposed to ica cream using wet tissue.

"Rivion ...."

Mr. Malik ran to the toilet at the airport, I immediately followed him into the toilet.

Not wanting anything to happen with my husband, he went into the male toilet and I could only get to the front door.

"Feelings, I did not cook this morning strange, deh. Mr. Malik why, huh?" I murmured and waited for the door to open.

When the door opened, a pale face of a person who looks back limp.

"Mother why?" I looked at him confused as to what was going on with him.

"I don't know either" said Mr. Malik as if he was powerless because he had taken out all the food he ate this morning.

I helped Mr. Malik to sit back in the waiting chair, I took the eucalyptus oil and swept it into the hands and nape of Mr. Malik.

"We're going to the hospital, sir, now" I said, worried that anything would happen to Mr. Malik.

"Don't call me Father again can't you?" ask her with a body leaning against a chair. I nodded to understand his words.

"Okay, Mom," I said.

"Where's Papa's mom, anyway? For a long time, people have been nauseous here as soon as they wait!" mr. Malik's grumble, uh, has changed now to Mas Malik.

I could only be speechless and shake my head, confused as to what to answer. Letting him now was the solution.

Before long, the plane carrying my in-laws finally landed safely. I stood impatiently waiting for them.

While my husband looked pale now his face, there was a sense of worry and already wanted them to quickly get here.

In order to get Mas Malik to the hospital to see why he really is, I always eat.

It could not feel if he caught a cold to vomit, Papa and Mama smiled to find me who was standing staring at them.

Mama stretched out her arms and immediately grabbed this body, "Sorry, yes, long time. You know, there were obstacles" said Mama who felt bad because we waited a long time.

"Why are you Malik?" mama asked half-frantically to see her already pale child.

"This is Ma, suddenly Mas Malik vomited. Abibah also does not know why, but certainly may eat wrong. Because if the result of rarely eating is not possible, he eats mulu, kok," explained me who does not want to also be considered as the daughter-in-law of a cook slacker to make a husband catch a cold.

"Oh, if so, we go straight to the hospital, yuk!" cut off Papa and immediately kuangguki and Mama.

It is clear that the look on Mama's face that looks so worried about her son, I am actually the same.

"Abibah aja bopong Malik, Pa," explained Mas Malik when Papa wanted to carry Malik's body into the car.

Papa immediately looked at me and Mama alternately, I just displayed a grin and carried Mas Malik's body.

***

In the room, there was only me, Mas Malik and the doctor who had just finished examining the man who was quite not too pale anymore.

Because on the road, he asked for the desired food. Inevitably Papa and Mama finally obey what they want.

"So, my husband is sick, Doc?" I looked at the doctor in front of me. We were sent to an internal medicine specialist by a nurse to find out about my husband's illness.

"Mother and Father were wrong doctors actually," he said smiling made me frown and stared at Mr. Malik for a moment.

"I mean Doc?" I'm not sure I understand what he's saying.

"Suami Ibuk doesn't hurt anything" the doctor smiled.

Me and Mas Malik were both from the wrong doctor's room with flat, shocked faces.

"You guys. Why you?" asked Mama to hold my shoulder.

"Give pregnant Ma!" shouted Mas Malik who made Mama and Papa immediately cheer happily.

They were also surprised to hear Mas Malik's words just now, I just smiled looking at them.

"Well, if Abibah is pregnant. How even you who are nauseous until limp is not clear like that?" ask Papa who doesn't understand this.

"Yes, Pa. Doctors said it was called a sympathetic pregnancy. When the wife is pregnant, the husband may also experience pregnancy symptoms such as; nausea, vomiting, sleep disturbances to weight gain," said Malik who made Mama and Papa nodded understandably.

"How many weeks did the doctor say?" mama looked at my stomach, which was still flat.

"New week 8, really, Ma," I obviously smiled at Mama.

Mama just nodded with a smile that did not fade, "Judah if that is so, we move the room. Let you get prescribed medicine."

"No need, Ma. The doctor gave me that, really. Just take it in the pharmacy later," cut off Mas Malik and just kuangguki.

I don't know, there was a strange feeling that came when I found out that I was pregnant. Moreover, the time of my marriage is approaching one year.

Yes, maybe when this child is still in the womb 1 year marriage will arrive. Where should I try to ask if there is love in our household?

After taking the medicine, we headed straight to the car and went home to Mama's house. Papa asked me to eat first.

However, Mama forbade it because she said I needed a lot of rest and Mas Malik also looked exhausted.