I'm The One You Throw Out
Good or Bad News?

"How, Doc? What happened to my employer?" asked a shabby-painted middle-aged woman immediately as the doctor examining her employer opened the examination curtain.

Followed by a young woman with a pale face was still walking limping. Bi Sari immediately helped and sat him in the chair opposite the woman's doctor.

"How, Doc?" repeat asking.

The doctor smiled, wrote down the results of the examination as well as a prescription that must be redeemed. He piled both hands full of authority on the table, looking at the two women of different ages in front of him who could not wait to hear the results of the examination.

"Madam is okay, this is a common natural thing that happens to a pregnant woman in the first trimester. So, there is nothing to worry about" he said very calmly and dyed like a Malay song about love.

However, the response of the two women before him, was not as he had thought. The employer and his assistant were struck with two lips that formed a gap. There was no expression just their eyelids that kept blinking unceasingly.

"Mother, Mistress! I'm-"

"What, Doc? S-s-i'm ha-pregnant?" asked the woman stammered and almost choked on her own saliva.

The doctor nodded with a sweet little smile on his lips. There were small dimples on both sides, adding to the sweetness of her figure.

He said, "The content of the Madam has just entered its third week."

The woman was flabbergasted, in disbelief, but very happy stuffing the chest cavity. He covered his mouth with his hands, a drop of water falling from one of his eyes. The other hand he used rubbed the stomach that was still very flat. Thought the baby who is still wrapped in the skin of the mother.

"Congratulations, Non. Finally Non pregnant too, Bibi was very grateful," said the middle-aged woman to the employer.

"Yes, Bi. Thank goodness."

"Well, that's how it should be. Congratulations, yes, Madam. Don't stress, don't mind much, eat nutritious food. If there is nausea and vomiting later, do not be surprised. That's a natural thing. This is a prescription please redeem in the pharmacy, yes," said the doctor while handing over a piece of paper containing his handwriting.

"Thank you, Doctor," said the woman, taking the paper from the doctor's hand.

The two said goodbye, and went back in line to make up for the drugs prescribed by the doctor.

I want to make a surprise for Mas Zafran, he must be happy because he will soon be a father.

He murmured inwardly as he rubbed his lamented stomach.

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Twenty-five-year-old Seira, wife of a rice paddress named Zafran, 33. His life was happy and glittering after marrying the man.

However, until her five-year marriage, she was not yet pregnant. I don't know what happened, but Zafran never blamed it all.

"Mas, why haven't we been given a child, huh?" he was weak at that time.

"Here you go, don't think of anything like that mulu. The important thing is that you are healthy and always serve me" he replied at the time.

Zafran loved him very much, because Seira was a village flower in the region. Many men wanted it, but only the master of Zafran managed to conquer the flower.

In addition, Seira is also called the droplet of the Goddess Sri because it often helps farmers fertilize the fields. He also often gives sembako to those who are lacking, that's why he was nicknamed the Goddess Sri by some people.

Her kindness is famously in a draw with her beauty, long before she married Zafran. The difference after getting married, Seira is even better than before.

Seira smiled as she imagined the affection with her husband. He glanced at his stomach and rubbed it gently.

"Mas Zafran must have taken a moment to know I was pregnant" she said, as two people in the car could still hear.

Suddenly the car turns to the right to panic Seira and Bi Sari.

The car stops before hitting a tree, Mang Udin hunts the air as fast as possible and sweat splashes down his temple.

"What's up, Mang? How, suddenly whipping?" seira asked while calming herself down.

"A-anu, Mum. I'm sorry, I'm a little sleepy" he answered nervously and stuttered.

Seira shook her head still smiling despite the near miss.

"Mamang must not have been coffee, yes. Want to rest first? We can find a coffee shop for Mamang," suggested Seira remained with a soft tone melodious.

"No, ma'am. I'm fine, really," he said as he continued on his way again.

Mang Udin looked restless, occasionally wiping the sweat that kept popping on the forehead. Seira frowned confusedly, not usually the driver acted like that.

"There's trouble again, huh? How, you think that's nervous?" tanyanya while looking at the face of Mang Udin who looked pale from the rearview mirror.

Bi Sari also glanced, the veils of annoyance were still clearly visible on her almost wrinkled face. Even so, its performance is unquestionable. He was still strong enough to do all sorts of homework.

"Times, anyway, Mom? My feelings are mediocre," said Mang Udin smiled clumsyly when he looked at his master's bead.

"It's okay, Mang. If there is a problem, we look for a way out. Don't be held alone, tired of heart!" seloroh Seira with a witty tone.

It was usual he did when he saw the workers who were restless and burdened with problems. However, his words that seek solutions are not only at the tip of the tongue. It will really help until the person is out of trouble.

"Nothing, Mom. Oya, Mom, I was horrified that Mom is now pregnant, huh?" asked Mang Udin to make sure his ears did not hear wrong.

Seira glanced at her stomach again, not hesitating to wipe it with a smile.

"Yes, Mang, Alhamdulillah. This is also thanks to the prayers of all of you. Thank you, yes," he said.

Mang Udin fell silent, glancing timidly at the employer who looked delighted. Guilt is stifled in his heart, repeatedly apologizing to the master even if only in the form of the mind. To be honest, Mang Udin did not have the heart and wanted to say everything, but hearing the employer was pregnant he was afraid to disturb his mentality.

"But, Mang, Bi, don't tell Mas Zafran just yet. I want to give her a surprise. Mas Zafran must be happy, it has been a long time we want this child," he said with an eye to imagine the face of the husband's sumringah.

Bi Sari of course nodded in agreement, no matter how small, Bi Sari never divulged the secrets of her master to others. Even if it was the husband of the master.

Unlike Mang Udin who had a stiff face did not react. Only occasionally glanced at the benevolent master, truly inwardly feeling pity, pity for the fate that would befall him.

"Eh, Mang! We're going to the warehouse, yeah. Don't gohome! I can't wait to tell Mas Zafran," Seira hurriedly charged as the car was about to turn back to take its way home.

"Eh? It's not better to go home, Mom. You have to rest a lot, pregnant women can't soy sauce, ma'am." Mang Udin suggested, but his tone sounded nervous.

It makes Seira suspicious, has long kept the taste, but still held him all this time.

"I'm okay, man. I haven't been in the barn for a long time either. I want to give my husband a surprise" Seira said in a different tone.

Not wanting to be denied, that's the tone he put out. Mang Udin obediently, took the car turn to the warehouse road a little away from home. The smile on his lips was blurred, changing into an anxiety that suddenly burst into the surface.

Upon arrival at the warehouse, he rushed out of the car and walked quickly into the area. All the employees looked surprised to see his arrival, Seira getting confused. However, she brushed off all prejudice, and kept a smile on her face when she saw her husband's room.

His steps stopped, his hand that was airing about to knock was not implemented. Seira froze at the sound of laughter and teased the two people in the room.

Seira quickly opened the door, she screeched, "Mas Zafran!"