God's Choice of Mate
Mobilan Zafran

Shafa Azura's

I blinked as I felt a powerful kick from inside my stomach. I turned my body to my back. It feels very difficult to find comfort when sleeping in an increasingly enlarged gestational age. The lyrics next to me Rayyan was still asleep. Her calm face made me always want to kiss her. It seems that since I conceived this baby boy, my genitourity has doubled. I always thirst for her caresses and touch, but I'm not jablay. But I don't know if the impulse inside me is so strong, maybe because my son wants to always be close to his father.

I see, the clock still shows at 1 am. And I can't go back to sleep. I remember when I was young pregnant, I always woke up at hours like this for dinner. And now that my womb is getting older, I am awake again because of the pain and discomfort I feel.

"Mass..." I tried to wake up my handsome husband whom I love with all my soul and body. It's good that he sleeps well while I'm awake like a zombie. This is also because the child in my womb so Rayyan mas must help calm down so that I can sleep soundly.

The first call had no answer. I tried to wake her up by kissing her cheek.

THE CUP! One kiss on his right cheek.

THE CUP! One kiss on his lips. But he's not awake either.

THE CUP!

THE CUP!

THE CUP!

THE CUP!

I kissed her on the surface of her face. I began to feel the afa movement that indicates the owner of the body has been awake.

"Emmm.. Darling" she said in a hoarse voice as she blinked her eyes. I looked at her face from above with a feeling of pleasure.

"Why wife? Wanna?" Ask while touching my cheek. Wantsome? Wantsome? What do you want to try? People I can't sleep.

"Your son keeps kicking the mas" Stir with a spoiled voice. Usually the baby boy will be calmer after getting a soft elusan from his father's hand. Moreover, the plus-plus elusan that will make me auto sleep soundly until dawn.

"Here is the calm mas" he said as he rose from his lying position. He spread my body in a supine position after stacking the pillow a bit high so that I feel comfortable to lie half leaning.

Mas Rayyan began to reveal my short sleeping drakes upwards, so that his skin could come into direct contact with the surface of my shady belly that expanded many times its proper size. He rubbed gently while occasionally smelling the surface of my skin. I wonder, every time the child in my womb kicked I tried to calm him by stroking gently the same as in Rayyan mas but the results are nil, he still kicked again and again. Unlike Rayyan mas who stroked and asked him to talk, he immediately calmed down as if following everything said by his father. I thought that my son would be more obedient to his father than I was his mommy.

After calming the child in my womb, Rayyan gently rubbed my head telling me to sleep, while she got out of bed to the bathroom. It can be guessed for sure he wants to worship and perform night prayers. Usually after praying he will recite a long time if not read the holy verse of the Quran next to me until I really sleep.

This morning, Rayyan and I were going to pick up Zafran at mommy's house, even though it was only last night but my heart didn't feel calm when I was away from my little angel. Although she was not born from my womb, she has been a part of my life since the first time I brought her into this house. After finishing breakfast and making my bed, I immediately prepared to go to mommy's house and spend the weekend there.

I looked at my body in the mirror again. A little twisting, tilting, and various other poses I do to see the body from all sides. And the result remains the same FAT! I raised my arm a little, I lyricized my upper right arm, I giggled myself looking at my pretty big arm. Amel and Vira would have thought of me like a rhinoceros.

"Why you, baby? Why haven't you changed your clothes?" Mas Ray who just came out of the bathroom was surprised to see me still wearing all-black underwear in front of the mirror.

"More ngaca mas" I answered . I still notice every inch of my body change from head to toe. The hair that used to always change color and style, now survives with one brownish black color which is the original color of my hair that has begun to extend. Since I was pregnant I have never cut it at all because it turns out Rayyan preferred me with my long hairstyle. Then what about my face? Of course it has been increased round aak result of the addition of meat on the lower jaw to the cheeks, even so I still routinely take care of it by calling salon people home. I must remain beautiful and seductive so that my husband is not tempted by the VALAKOR scattered everywhere. Although I know Ray is typical of loyal men like Daddy and Dad, but I still have to be vigilant as the saying is ready umbrella before the rain.

"Ga good too long to leave the body open like that. Later enjoyed the devil" The sound of Rayyan mas this time really gave me goosebumps. I immediately picked up a long negligee from inside my wardrobe. Though I was watching closely the shape change of my chest which was twice as big, dense and filled as before. This time I wear a black negligee with a letter F motif that signifies one of the famous brands on the bottom. This negligee I bought online at a pretty cheap price for me. Not imported goods let alone ori like my goods first. I am now a little wiser in using my husband's money. Not wasting it like when using daddy money first. Although I know my husband is quite capable, I don't want my children to follow in my footsteps. Isn't the child a copycat?

After traveling for about 20 minutes, we finally arrived at a big house where I was born and raised. Not much has changed from this house, only the color of the paint is always updated every year. Mas Ray proceeded to very carefully enter the mommy residence. But just now we stepped on the terrace Zafran hard to shout calling from the side.

"Mommy.mommy let's go with Zaflan" Ocehnya while riding in a red car-mobilan exactly like Daddy's car that I often use the streets.

"Yes, opa said that Zaflan bobo here bought dad's little car." It is done in a distinctive style. Ah, apparently Daddy and Mommy bribed my son with a toy car.

"Oh, so mommy and Daddy bribed Zafran?" Shafa asked Daddy and his Mommy who were not far from him. Daddy was holding a cibtrol remote to control the car on Zafran because he still could not use the gas pedal and there was in the car.

"Not bribe Fa, Daddy just want a gift for Opa's grandson who is smart to read this" replied Daddy who now holds Zafran's body in his trunk.

"Let's go in, let's talk inside" Invite Mommy.

"I'm going to get in Opa's car?" Rengek Zafran who is not satisfied playing cars.

"We got in the car inside, huh?Ray, bring Zafran's car in" said Daddy who can not refuse the wishes of his grandson.

"How are you in the Fa? Have you started to have mild contractions?" Ask mommy while touching my stomach.

"The movement inside the more active mom, Shafa so hard to sleep" answered me who was wandering on the carpet of the middle room. While mas Ray, Daddy and Zafran are engrossed in the back garden which is wide enough to play cars.

"Mom, how did Mommy feel about giving birth to Shafa first?" My toot. The word childbirth is the struggle of life and death of a woman. That is, I could have died at any time during childbirth.

"It feels...Emm.... Mommy doesn't feel anything, because you were born alone. But at that time post secar after the medicine ran out, mommy's stomach tastes like in the cut, hot poignant and others. And it lasted almost 1 week. So, your choice to give birth normally is right, because normal labor does hurt but only for a moment, after the baby is born tlrasa pain was gone, unlike with a secar who must feel pain for more than a week not to mention the risk of infection" explained mommy.

"Then, why did mommy choose to give birth?" Ask again. Already know the normal birth is better, why must choose a mommy.

"Because mommy and daddy don't want to take any chances. To get you it's a very hard struggle, we don't want to risk you failing to be born because mommy may not be strong or other possibilities, he said, so secar is a safe way to make sure you're born safe" explained mommy.

"Oh so, then why doesn't Shafa have Mom's sister? What's momny kb?" Ask again. You see, Mommy never told me why I was only the only child in this family, regardless of the destiny that God has outlined.

"Mommy is not KB Shafa, it's just that there is a problem with the mother's womb so it's difficult to get another child except through the baby tube. Anyway mommy and Daddy are happy enough to have you and... And raising you, even though after adulthood is enough to make a dizzy mommy and daddy" said Mommy who had paused her sentence.

"It's happy that I became an only child. Means Shafa's legacy is a lot of dong mom?" I said while chuckling.

"No! All mommy and daddy's property for mommy's granddaughter" he said while stroking my stomach. Basic mommy calculation very same own child.

After a short chat with mommy, we decided to catch up with the husbands in the back garden who were playing with Zafran who was on top of his cars. He continued to chatter in response to dwmi's question, while Rayyan followed behind his car with a remote control. The five of us chatted casually while Daddy occasionally scolded me about my childhood that I had forgotten.

"Excuse me sir, ma'am" Mbok Ati approached us who were chatting on the back sofa.

"What's the mbok?" Ask Mommy. Mbok Ati seemed hesitant to answer.

"Eh, that's in front there's Jeffri sir" said Mbok Ati.

"Oh yeah, tell him to come in" said Mommy.

"You're here first, Mommy and Daddy went to see Jeffri first" Mommy said. After that they left us. I was curious to join them, but again Rayyan blocked my arm when I was about to move.

"Don't kepo!" Said with his angry look. His brother was still jealous