Don't Call My Name
Why Is There Him?

“Ngapain you guys here?” alif asked the two men behind him. He joined in and lit his cigarette.

“Already know again nyuci clothes, wear nanya!” reply Yudha gratuitous.

The man grinned. “Business or bini cie lay?” (wife of one more)

“Bana-bini, banana. I still want to live.”

Ray chuckled at the sight of the two fathers. Somehow their conversation was never right he noticed his age.

“Who knows. Yes no?” alif asked his nephew.

“Business story only, Om. Not bini. One is not abis-abis.”

“Mantep.” Alif smiled mysteriously at his nephew. “Search one for Aarash, which is rich like binimu.” Aarash is the second child of Alif and Dara.

“I was accidentally caught Om. Even have to forget the memory first.”

“Do I also have to make Aarash forget the memory of you?” alif's question sounds ridiculous.

“Ya!” sahut Yudha immediately, “just bang his head into the body of the car so that it immediately gets a miracle.”

Alif direct nyolot, “Yang is right! Not dapet bini kaya instead auto move nature.”

“Again on discuss what hayoo!” suddenly a group of women came out of the glass door to approach the three of them. Apparently, Vita, Dara, Mauza, and Sakira want to leave to take Zara to the doctor and stop by the Mall. Buy some necessities for the four-monthly event that is planned to be held here in two days.

Yudha looked at all the women in turn. He was surprised, “So many of these who want to come?”

Vita replied, “Iya, there is indeed someone we want to buy after this. So let it go one way.”

“Ya already, go!” yudha finally allowed it.

“Why are you quiet, Uda?” dara asked her husband who was the most cuckoo duck among the others.

“Lha kan Yudha has allowed you earlier,” replied Alif did not think out.

“I'm your wife, not his wife Mas Yudha.” Dara leaned her cheek.

“What is this?”

Sakira is anxious herself with her insensitive papa, “Yes Allah, not very sensitive anyway, Pi?”

“It is not insensitive, but many minors here. Including you too!”

Sakira glanced lazily. “Alah, kayak is not usually at home.”

Alif rising, “Hei! Who told you to look at your parents?”

“Neither, this is on your own initiative, Pi,” Sakira replied.

“Eat him if you want to pervert it in the bushes, Om!” suhut Umar was the loudest.

Those were the moments the two fought each other until Umar almost fell in the pool if Yudha did not help his son.

Long story short, Alif finally wanted to kiss Dara after the woman forced him in various ways.

Several tens of minutes passed, finally they arrived at the hospital where dr. Junita practice. Everyone there was astonished at the sight of Zara so many driving her. The fourth is that no one wants to wait outside so that makes the room quite noisy.

“Oh, so Mommy's busy, so it's in the same anterin her Mamer and her tantenya?” ask dr. Junita was very curious.

“Iya, Doc,” replied Zara while lying in place. As usual, the nurse conditioned her position to dr. Junita is easier to check on patients.

“Which mommy is trying to show doctors want to know?”

“This one,” Zara shows the dimpled woman.

The doctor looked at him in amazement, “Wah, still young, huh?”

“It's old, almost fifty, Doc,” said Vita replied.

“View ten years younger than actual age.”

dr. Junita began to move her ultrasound device in Zara's abdomen and shifted it to find the right position. Although repeatedly he had to have difficulty because of the active movement of the fetus.

“Active of the baby, Ceech!” said dr. Junita stared at the screen while shaking her head.

“But the one kalem cadence, Doc,” sahut Dara.

“Iya, this left is more calm. My prediction is women, yes. Keep this right clearly there is monas,” dr. Junita pointed out the black dot. “This is just a prediction, can be right can be wrong. But 70% accurate, kok.”

“Alhamdulillah,” says everything there.

“Keren. Get a pair straight. There are descendants, Mom?” dr. Junita asked Vita.

“From me, Doc,” replied Vita, “I have been pregnant with twins. Male and female.”

“Iya. Indeed if it is like it decreases usually.”

They talked for a long time before leaving the room. Then head straight to the Mall to shop.

♧♧♧

In the afternoon.

Rayyan smiled and said only as Zara told her that their twins were male and female.

“Kok is just that doang anyway, the response?”

“How do you want? Do I have to jump on the table?”

“Yes that's not it either.” Zara turned her body. Huh, it sucks indeed. Not so sensitive to her husband.

“Just as you latch ...” Rayyan hugged him from behind and rubbed his stomach. “Do not lash, they can feel it.”

“Finally you just doang responsenya. Hugged or kissed me, cake. Don't wait for me to sulk first ..”

“Iya sorry, sorry.” May you be patient, heart....

Rayyan admitted that it is still a little difficult to control his wife because basically, Zara is a businessman/boss who is used to organize, instruct and approve, not vice versa. His decisions that are almost never rejected are also sometimes still carried away in everyday life. It is rather difficult for him to accept the opinions of others. Naturally, if Zara had to take a longer time to slowly be able to fix her bad side.

But overall, Zara is still better than anyone Ray has ever had. There is no perfect man like himself who also has many shortcomings.

A few days later, finally, Zara's four-monthly event was held in a simple manner at Yudha and Vita's house. They only invited a few important people and the nuclear family. Even the study was filled by Abah Haikal himself.

The atmosphere was so solemn when Zara read the Quran. His voice was so sweet and his reading was eloquent.

Abah Haikal recited prayers for his children and grandchildren. It felt so deep and pierced the recesses of the heart that it almost made everyone there shed tears, Mauza was no exception. The girl had to separate herself from her back because her eyes continued to sting.

“Bi, request a tissue dong, Bi ..” oozing by continuing to look down. Shame if he gets caught in such a mess by others. “Mana fists .. I'm asking for tissue now, Bi ...”

Mauza looks up at a glance. Oh, apparently there's no one behind. Pantesan deserted no sahutan. It seems like everyone else is busy.

Hem, means Mauza talked to himself?

Unable to find a tissue made Mauza forced to use his sleeve to wipe his nose. I don't know why her eyes won't stop shedding tears. He felt that it was easy to get carried away with his feelings at this moment. Is it possible because of PMS symptoms?

“Huu .. srookkss!”

“Hiih, slovenly. Here's the knife!”

Mauza immediately turned to the source of the voice and immediately grabbed the tissue he delivered.

Waita! That sound?

Is there a Sammy here? Who is ngundang? Not kapok in the same spray Opa at that time?

Not yet had time to ask, the man had already played his hand out through the side door.

“Eh, where are you taking me?”

Seriate.