I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 82 - The Seventh Month

My morning sickness lasted until I was seven months old. Fortunately starting the sixth and seventh months it was much reduced, but still there must be vomit every day, at least once a day.

Sister Anta also repeatedly monitor my condition, because in this pregnancy I am much more aleman and the most distress. Fortunately Rania was rarely fussy, she could be independent if she wanted something, and was smart if I asked her for help.

This morning too, as usual I seem to have subscribed heavily with the sink. Sister Anta was always loyal beside me, standing up while massaging and rubbing my back slowly, although sometimes she also likes to follow the vomit.

"Water to drink, brother?"

Brother Anta poured another drink and I gulped it down.

"Ext?" Sela Kak Anta's. "Let me help you pour more for you."

"Oh no, brother, that's enough."

The experience of twin pregnancy is indeed amazingly different from previous pregnancies. I thought after giving birth once, I wouldn't be surprised again. But apparently this experience is not the same, at this stage what feels the most different is the size of the stomach. I'm four months pregnant, but like 6-7 months pregnant. I'm seven months pregnant, but like nine months pregnant. My stomach was so big, it was hard to move; looking down, putting on socks, even a hairbrush was hard.

Pregnant before, I was not at all familiar with negligee. Only wear long shirts and skirts. Well, in this twin pregnancy, all my clothes are removed can not be used when I am pregnant now six months.

As a result I have to be familiar and comfortable with the negligee for everyday clothes until delivery later. I also often wear T-shirts and boxer pants Kak Anta, and he will not protest, instead with pleasure as long as I feel comfortable and healthy.

The movement of the twins, in my stomach was very active. Their gender we already knew 3 months ago where both of them were men.

In my heart I thought, I deserve this bad morning sickness. My son is both male. My friends at the vegetable stall, even RT's mother admitted, pregnant boys are heavier than pregnant girls.

After helping me rest again in the room, Sister Anta still sat beside me to help me massage so that I am more relaxed. Help me calm down, but she's crying, look at me in pain. He said he remembered the time I was born to Rania.

"Why Brother?"

"I don't know if I should be happy or sad" she said. "You are pregnant, but made to mehek like this. It hurts so much, right? What do I have to make up for? I promise I'll fulfill all your wishes, I'm sorry for making you endure the pain."

"His pain is not worth his happiness. Sister Anta now only see the pain, but you do not see the happy and proud of a woman when pregnant. Don't be sad, pity the twins if the Papa is so sorry."

"I'm not sorry, I'm so happy because we're back in the child's grace. But, I swear if you can share the pain I'm willing to accept, let you just feel happy." Said Sister Anta.

I smiled thinly. Then I gently touch his brown cheeks decorated with thin beard fur, which if touched makes the fur goosebumps, amused.

"Don't think of Sister Anta, after all, a mother and father have their own stories when they have children."

What if tomorrow I suddenly contract and have to give birth? If I have to give birth prematurely, will our two children survive, or maybe I should let go of one of them?

Horror is my mind? All these worries stemmed from the twins' lack of weight when I checked in two days ago with Rani's doctor. Fortunately doctor Rani was not stopping to encourage me and said usually the weight of twin fetuses darted after seven months.

Anyway I have to keep hinting positively, take care of health, keep intake and nutrition, plus pray.

After we finished daydreaming, we suddenly got a phone call. Calls from old friends, who have rarely even been in communication since he went to Borneo; madam Isma.

"Hello?" Say hello Kak Anta first, do not forget the phone on the loudspeaker so I can listen.

"Mas Reza's? alone or is there a Kania?" the answer.

"There's a madam, I'm next to him. Sister Anta helped lift the phone earlier." My timpal.

"Ah, thank goodness then. I'm afraid I'll misunderstand later. Coincidentally you are now close, I want to tell you something. 2 months in the future I want to go home hehe."

"Seriously mbak? thankfully. Don't forget to stop by our house."

"Hmm, back." Answer Ms. Isma. "That should stop by you, you guys stop by my house. Because I want a show."

"What is the way?"

"I want to get married! hih.... " Said shy. "I've been proposed here, he's a co-worker at the office. Later we go home together with the family of the prospective husband, also brother and mother."

"Ah, thank goodness mbak.. congratulations! hopefully the show will be smooth until it is legitimate. Me and Brother Anta will try to come!"

"Must!!! I'm sad that you guys aren't present. It's still a long time, but I want to tell you, especially you. I'm really happy about it and you're the first person who should know about my marriage."

"Ready Ma'am, thank you for remembering the same Kania."

"Speak what?! Now she is more than just a friend. Already like a sister, it is impossible to forget hihi. I turn off the phone first, right?! I'll call you back."

The phone call suddenly ended.

Time goes by fast, I really can't guess. Many things have happened, from me, Sister Anta, and the people around us.