Beautiful Doctor, Actor
Apologies
Shortly after the salutation at the end of the morning prayer with her husband, Dinda immediately ran to the bathroom and immediately vomited the contents in her stomach.
Due to the condition of the empty stomach, he only let out a slightly yellowish-colored liquid.
Adam frantically followed Dinda behind him.
"Why, deck?" adam asked while massaging Dinda's neck gently.
"Pregnant as it may be" the woman answered the origin, because from the signs that have come months to two weeks later, making her think that she is indeed pregnant at this time.
"Pregnant?" Adam stopped massaging, then slightly bent down for his gaze to meet. "What's really, deck?"
"Hm"
"Alhamdulillah" Adam prancing with joy.
"Don't be happy!"
Hearing Dinda's sentence, Adam's second conspiracy was immediately struck with a look of wonder.
"So she said you were pregnant"
"That's my prediction, Mom. I haven't checked with a tool" the woman wiped her face with a small towel.
"It has to be sure, right?" Dinda came out of the bathroom and took off and folded her face.
Adam who also followed in his footsteps was a bit disappointed.
"Why is the face of the mas in the throats so?" dinda asked as she looked at the face of her husband who was bowed in lethargy.
"Cirain is certain"
"We make sure yuk is together?"
"How?" ask Adam not to understand.
"Mas go to the middle room, take a testpack in the medicine cabinet"
"Now?"
"Now, the future"
"What do you mean, are you ready?"
"Well, if you're not ready, I might ask you to take it"
"Corn on the deck?"
"breed"
Adam immediately moved still with the sheath wrapped around his waist.
After about two minutes, the man came back with what Dinda meant.
The doctor did provide p3k in a special wardrobe of drugs at his home. There are syringes, antibiotic drugs, supplements and vitamins, infusion bottles, and gauze complete with plaster.
"Is this the deck?" Adam showed the packaging in his right hand.
"Yes"
"Where's the fuck, little one?"
"Mas really doesn't know this thing?"
"It just doesn't know how to wear it"
"Okay, I taught ya"
Dinda got up, re-entered the bathroom. Her steps were followed directly by her husband.
"What do you want?" When Dinda realized Adam was following her steps.
"Say you want to teach?" Adam confused.
"Well, I'll go to the bathroom for a minute"
"Aren't you coming with this?"
"Not to be"
"What if you wait outside?"
"Hm"
Dinda closed the bathroom door, not caring about Adam's confused look. He swallowed his saliva raw.
"Where's the deck, really pregnant right?" adam asked as Dinda opened the bathroom door.
"Not checked yet"
"Not checked yet?" The man knitted his two eyebrows. "Not been checked yet?"
"Much asking, huh!" she said while putting a mini container filled with urine liquid on the dressing table.
"They kept on from before"
"It just went on from now on" Dinda's sergeant won't lose.
Adam thumped with pursed lips.
"This is how" the woman dipped a flat, thin object.
"Dip it below the MAX line, there's writing" Adam watched.
"It's five seconds deck!"
"A little while, baby"
"After this in apain?"
"We lift, a red line will appear. If the line is two positive signs, if one means try next time"
They stand facing each other.
"Try me next time what does that mean?"
"Yes try to make again, try again harder" Dinda's hand stretched out to reach the tespack.
"Okay if the business of trying again is easy" A pair of netra Adam did not blink to find the tool vaguely shows a line.
One second, two seconds, another line appeared.
"Two deck lines"
Dinda who had not dared to stare at the device for fear of disappointment, slowly focused her gaze to confirm her husband's words.
"Line two means pregnant, right?"
Dinda nodded in disbelief. He closed his mouth, reflexes shedding tears.
"Kok cry deck?" iris Adam focused on Dinda's eyes. "It's really pregnant right, deck?"
Dinda nodded.
"Alhamdulillah" The man deftly scooped the wife's body into his arms. Peeping the top of the head repeatedly while giving thanks repeatedly.
"We tell umi" said Adam slightly stretching out the circle of hands on Dinda's waist.
Dinda responds with body language, nods and says "We go to abi's house all nengokin umi" looking up, sticking a chin on the chest of the husband's field.
Because it was Sunday and not working, they took time to go to their parents' house. Both Adam and Dinda's parents.
"After breakfast, okay" Adam smiled.
"Okay"
"You take a shower, let the mas prepare breakfast"
"I'm the one who's ready, the shower"
"Kita sama-sama masak aja kalau gitu"
"No, I can do it myself"
"Bareng-bareng aja yuk" Invite Adam who immediately took off the circle of hands on Dinda's waist. He took off the holster and threw it on the bed.
Adam landed hands on his wife's shoulders from behind, pushing her body slowly until her steps stopped in the kitchen.
****
"The wait outside the deck" Adam wrapped the watch around one of his wrists. Her eyes glanced at Dinda who was sitting on the makeup chair in the middle wearing a scraft hijab.
The two of them were preparing to go to the house of Hasan and Santi, Adam's parents.
"Yes"
Ten minutes passed, Adam re-entered their room.
"Sir, there are guests outside"
"Guests?" Dinda who was rubbing lipstick on her lips paused for a moment. "Who?" tanyanya looked at Adam through the reflection of the makeup mirror.
"Prilly and Mr Bi"
Hearing the name of his rival, Dinda turned her back.
"Prily?"
Adam nodded, while Dinda glanced towards the door of the room that was not tightly closed.
"Why is he here? I've been very similar to them, it's up to them, lazy"
"Meet him first deck"
For a moment, Dinda finally agreed to Adam's words to meet his guests.
"Come"
Again Dinda nodded despite a bit of hesitation.________
"She!" Birawa got up from her seat when she found Dinda emerging from her house.
"Sit down sir" said Dinda.
Prilly just flinched while staring at Dinda with a disdainful look.
"What need did you come here for?" Dinda asked after the woman sat next to her husband.
"Hmmm, we're here to apologize to you, Din"
Birawa's words suddenly made Dinda stunned.
He did not believe the apology Birawa made.
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