Duda Bucin (Oh My Babysitter)
S2/Chapter two (Trial² Pinkan.)

"Haha!" The laughter of two women could be heard echoing in the formal room of a doctor.

"Thank you Lisya, because of you, I had a chance to make Raka divorce the same damn thing!" Rani is so satisfied with the work of her doctor friend a few days ago.

"Yes, both Rani, besides where are you hearing from, if Pinkan wants to check fertility at my place? You're the stalker? You need him, huh?" Lisya chimed in the speech of her best friend in wonder.

"Rezeki is not going anywhere Sya, I don't knowingly cry him confide in the same restaurant, he said Raka had started nudging children from him, kept his friend said, send dateng to your place. Yes, I've made this a chance to play with girls! Let it taste! Tell him who's playing get somebody's girlfriend!" Rani continued with a grin at the end of her lips.

"Rani, Rani, so smart is your business. But what if before he took medicine from me he had checked with another doctor? I must have threatened Ran. On the charge of falsifying medical history is also the provision of fake drugs." Lisya was a little afraid of the impact of the lies she had on Pinkan.

"Let's just be calm, I'm sure that girl won't go to another doctor, but you really do not give her a pregnancy-preventing drug, even turn off peranakan? You sure you're not?" Rani urged.

"Convincedly sure! She can't get pregnant if she takes my medicine!" Typal Lisya must be.

"Thank you, baby!" Rani hugs her best friend, happy, finally after a long wait, there is a glimmer of hope for her to get back Raka Cyril who has now been inaugurated as president director at the limited company Key-food.

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Elsewhere the Pinkan is flabbergasted with slick eyes that begin to condense while reading strands by strands of official letters from the religious court.

...The care of a child who is not yet 12 years old is the right of his mother. If the child is over the age of 12, the decision will be left to the child to choose between his father or mother as the holder of custody....

"So Miska really wants Baby Zee, Murad!" He looked back at his sister-in-law, just a moment ago Murad received the package from the courier's hand.

Apparently it was an official letter from the Jakarta religious court, over a child custody lawsuit filed by the applicant Miska.

It seems that Miska slightly falsified the information, because usually the requirement to file a child custody lawsuit is obliged to take care of the child for at least six months while Miska never a second to babysit her daughter since Zee was born.

"Have no fear, we still have a great lawyer, after all, we have proof that Miska has a bad attitude, it can incriminate him in the court later, you calm down, you know, there are also those of us who will never let Baby Zee be captured by the jallang woman!" Murad stroked Pinkan's arm a sign he would always support her.

"Babies, ..." Pinkan placed Zee's small body on her warm cleavage "You belong to me, ..." He shed tears when he dealt with the girl.

Zee is still confused by the attitude of his late mother is often crying in front of him just do not know how to know "Mommy." He was in the warm embrace of his mother he also felt the sadness of the woman.

Apparently in the corner of the place there was a pair of beautiful irises that began to fall, Hayu gripped firmly the edge of his skirt trying to reduce the shock in his heart.

"Is this why he married me? Because Mas can no longer reach the woman who has become your sister-in-law. God, why do I need to know this? It hurts so bad!" Hayu Diajeng bellowed away towards his room, in his chest like something was rubbing his fragile heart, inferior, jealous, all piled into one, unconsciously clear circles flowing freely to the lips.

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Before long, Murad entered his room his eyes went around looking for a beautiful figure his soul mate wanted to immediately meet the needs of the longing that stings in the chest there "Beib, ..." Call him while taking off his black coat.

The sound of an overflow from his wife sounded rowdy from inside the bathroom, he stepped back towards the source of the sound, at his sight the woman was spewing something at the mouth of the sink.

"Baby, why are you? You sick?" Murad stretched the tie-strap on the collar of his white shirt as he approached his wife.

"Nwow!" Hayu washed his face then stood unbalanced in front of the mirror.

"Why hum?" Murad had seen a clear glow struggling behind his wife's eye before later.....

"Baby! Hayu!" The woman's body was weakened and unconscious in Murad's body link.

"God, why my wife?" Carrying an anxious look Murad carried his wife's crazy body.

Tucked her body into her white bed, then pressed a button from the cable phone that was on the nightstand.

Tuuuuttt, directly connected.

"Yes young master." The answer of the white object was in loudspeaker mode.

"To my room immediately! My wife fainted!" Tell Murad with his anxiety.

No doubt, since the incident Pinkan milk poisoning baby Baskara family did recruit some personal doctors to serve in the mansion, even medical equipment they prepared in accordance with health standards in general.

"Come on baby, don't do this" Murad tried to resuscitate his wife by rubbing her palm.

Shortly after the sound of footsteps could be heard entering the room, Murad turned his head and one female doctor clad her heels on the marble floor of the room, dismayed.

"What was it before that young Madam would often faint like this young master?" Ask Hera the doctor while taking a position as close as possible to her patient.

"No, it's the first time I've seen him pass out, all this time he's been fine," Although Murad had only been married to Hayu for two months, he had been watching his wife long before they were married, and Murad was convinced that Hayu had no medical history.

Hera did her job as Murad frowned as she caught a sweet smile on the doctor's lips.

"Dok, why smile? You like my wife's condition like this, huh?" Murad's beaver while Hayu was still conditioning trembled limply within him.

"Please young master, it seems that in the stomach of the young Madam is inside." Hera said although not sure because it has not proven it for sure, he is not an obstetrician anymore.

"What?" Hayu put away the clear hair until it melted her ears, there was a disappointed murat on her beautiful face.

"Thank God, finally!" Murad looked very happy.

"I'll take some testpacks from my room, after that we immediately test, whether the young lady is pregnant or not, just pray, may it be so well sir."

"Aamiin, now go, quickly, take what you need!" Murad was so happy that he unconsciously locked the doctor.

Hera went back down the stairs and came out and entered the medical room slightly separated from the mansion. The room is actually side by side with a glass pavilion in the corner of the park.

He took a testpack then doppler or commonly called a fetal heartbeat hearing device, just in case it might have been heard, thought the woman.

Hera immediately entered Baskara's mansion, stepping quickly towards Murad's room back.

"Finally, I did it baby! Yeay, you want to be young Mom." Arriving in the room apparently Murad was chattering happily by wagging the tip of his nose at the tip of his wife's nose.

"Let's see Madam straight away!" Take Hera without further ado, no matter her arrival disrupts the intimacy of the couple.

"Oh," Murad turned his head back and moved from his position to give Hera a chance to do her job.

"Dear baby, gih, spit, I can't wait!" Murad Girang.

Hayu who is still loyal with his weak face came down from the bed and then on the papah Hera into the bathroom. Patiently Hera satirized her work while asking about when the last menstruation and the date usually the guest came. Until the sweet smile again expands when you see two red lines on the tiny object.

"Thank God, ..." After helping Hayu out of the bathroom, said Hamdalah who snuck from Hera's lips.

"Positive Document? My wife's pregnant Doc?" Murad still looks enthusiastic.

"Congratulations Young master, the contents of the Young Madam have entered the eighth week."

"What's? Week eight?" Murad stared at his wife's protest "Baby, so would you care if you were pregnant with my son, huh?" The screech.

Hera laughed "Young Master, this is the first pregnancy, so it might still be a little confused."

"No, this is your second pregnancy baby, you should know dong, what if I damage our fetus hmm?" Murad looked disappointed at his wife, every night he even continued to bombard his wife with a scrumptious blasphemy.

Hera frowned, the first time they had just been married two months more. When did you get pregnant the first time? Thought that woman he didn't dare to override.

Hayu sat on the side of the bed and Hera immediately left the master's room, giving the couple a chance to be alone, of course after saying goodbye first.

"Beib, why are you silent? What do you want? Say, whatever you want, I'll do." Murad also sat to the right of his wife.

"I want to go home!" Sayu.

"To solo? Ok, but after your fetus is strong, if necessary after giving birth only well. If you miss budhe let them come here." Murad said.

"I want it now, get me back, I want us to divorce." Lirih Hayu Diajeng stared at the beautiful iris nanar that belonged to her husband.

"What?!" Murad was like hearing a thunderstorm during the day.

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