LUTH'S LLAMAR
Need Proof

"Sorry, Mr. Luth. I don't like pineapples," declined Afiqa gently. "But it's okay, I'll give it to Mas Alfa."

"Don't like it anyway? You kiss her first, she'll change her mind." Luth brought the glass lip closer to Afiqa's nose, but Afiqa rebuffed it.

Afiqa covered her nose with a palm. But the aroma of the juice has been inhaled until he looks nauseous.

"Fiqa, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't like the smell of that juice. Make dizziness, nausea be."

"OKAY. I don't mean it." Luth closed the juice glass and kept it away from Afiqa. "Let me drink." Luth sucked it up with a smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't ask you before I brought you a drink. O yes, now still feeling nauseous?"

Afiqa still covers the mouth and nose area with palms. "Little."

"When we go to the doctor, we check what's going on with you. Why the effect of smelling the thick aroma of this drink can be this way?" Luth grabbed Afiqa's arm.

"No. Don't need. You also improve yourself.This is just eneg aja. Don't go overboard to the doctor, too." Afiqa smiled faintly.

From the attitude of Afiqa who immediately nausea when smelling the aroma of juice, as well as the refusal of the girl when she was about to be consulted by a doctor, shows suspicion for Luth.

But Luth denied the suspicions as he watched Afiqa's seemingly calm facial expression, showing little to no nervousness or hiding anything. The girl was ordinary as if nothing had happened.

"What, Mas?"

"I trust you Afiqa, you will not abuse me, nor my family. For I know you are a good girl who always keeps honor. But there's an issue that says you're pregnant now."

Afiqa looked surprised. The look on his face stiffened immediately. "And Mas Luth believes it?"

"I don't believe in that issue. Obviously the issue is contrary to your nature, a respectable girl who always shows self-esteem. I'm angry to hear this issue but for your honor, as well as the good of our relationship in everyone's eyes, I want you to prove that the issue is not real. We're going to the gynecologist now, we're proving to the preachers that you're not pregnant."

Afiqa. Looks riled. "Where did you hear that irresponsible issue, Mas Luth?"

"In my neighborhood, the issue has been discussed. I want our honor to be guarded by proving the truth."

"Why did Luth publish the news? Let them slander, no need to be cared for. All of that will only make our lives tired when we have to care about every talk of people. Suppose they're fostering charity for us."

"Afiqa, we want to live next door, die and the neighbors who care. Right now I'm the one socializing with them, I'm the one who got the impact of this issue. They must be silenced with evidence of the truth so that we can be at peace. If we can prove that their words are not true, why don't we do that? I, as your future husband, need evidence to explain to them. Come on, come with me to the doctor and we'll do USG. The USG results will be accurate evidence that silences the issue, okay?" persuade Luth.

Afiqa long silent. Squeezing the end of his shirt. But then he nodded. "good. We're going to the obstetrician."

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