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I was very surprised also in shock, knowing the state of Angga mas which turned out to be in a disaster, my body shook due to not being able to hear bad news. I try to control myself, I still can't. Crying one of my ways while listening to the shocking news, when it was okay. 

"Mas, gohome! Do not force yourself to work in a region of people. There's no one to take care of you, Mom." I said in a hoarse voice, my cry breaking out in shock at the bad news. 

"I'm not going home to dance, it's my fight to support you. Don't worry, I'll be cured in a few days." 

"Stay, I can't calm down." 

"There's nothing to worry about, take care of yourself and the kids there." 

After the phone connection was cut off, my tears flowed by themselves. So this is an unpleasant hunch, but why do not you feel it, is not a man Angga his favorite child. 

There is little relief after hearing the voice of Angga mas, I can only pray from here that he is safe and in His protection. 

I do not focus on doing anything, my mind is always on Mas Angga. I would love to meet him and see the condition of my husband. My carelessness almost forgot the existence of the King who was busy playing around and almost got hit by a clothes rack made of plastic. I ran and carried the King, he was surprised as I did it in a quick motion, making him cry hysterically.

The cries from the King filled the room, it was fortunate that the Queen was not affected by his cries. I tried so hard to calm her down to stop crying, but her crying was getting louder. 

"Duh ... so noisy." 

I saw Lisa who was very disturbed by the King's voice, but I didn't care. 

"Just stop his mouth with a cloth, very noisy. This way I can't create content," Lisa grumbled. 

I was upset, but just shut up. My son is the most important thing, prioritizing children first rather than hearing the unfortunate grumbling. 

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I'm so grateful to have arrived in time, to hand over the order from Bu Tuti. The mothers who were there quietly whispered upon my arrival delivering the bolu roll. Pretend I don't listen to what they're gossiping about, especially if it's not news about me getting pregnant back to my third child. 

"Eh, Dance. Listen to you're pregnant!" 

"Yes, Ma'am, thank God." 

"Pake don't use this safety until it's conceded that." 

"Rezeki Ma'am." Answer's short. 

"Where are your kids?" 

"I left it at Mom's house, they're asleep." 

"That's your life, Dance. Children are small but even in the love of sister, do you not have the heart with those who lack affection? Where's his dad out of town." 

I did not answer his words but spread a smile, they only knew outside but I alone knew how I was doing right now. 

"I'm definitely not using KB. Aren't we?" 

"Yes, Mom." 

"Why not use KB? This time has changed, you should plan the birth of a child with a little far away, not stacking nails so." 

"Rezeki from Allah ma'am, so whatever I accept sincerely." I said, leaving there after receiving the money.