LUTH'S LLAMAR
Not Prejudice

"Do you know what makes you this busy?" lyn asked, watching her husband's facial expression through the side.

Luth chuckled. The man looked.

"Cock, even laugh? Nothing funny, right?" ask Lyn.

"You're the funny one interrogating the husband." Luth still has a smile.

"If you can't know what is okay, as long as everything you do outside is positive, good, and does not harm your wife." Lyn stared ahead, no longer looking into her husband's eyes.

"No. All about work. Only job. There's nothing else. You suspect me, huh?"

"No." Lyn shook her head quickly.

"So far, what was his name if not suspicious? Hayoo..." Luth smiled again, not taking the question seriously. "Your question is said to stem from a feeling of suspicion, right?"

"No need to be suspicious to ask it too, on the basis of curiosity. You know, lately you come home late at night. And if overtime, your income is the same as before."

"Oh. So this is about income?" Luth's face was a little different, a little uncomfortable. "With the time I spend each day, you feel less with the income I give because there are no additions?"

"Loh, that's not what I meant. Duh... This is why it's a misunderstanding like this?" Lyn regretted asking her question. "It's natural for a wife to question that to you. Naturally the wife wants to know everything about the husband. So that nothing is covered for each other."

"Between me and you, there is nothing covered from the beginning.your feelings are suspicious."

"OK, I now understand why you always come home late at night. That's because I'm looking for a better job. That's it." Lyn made a smile, trying to make the tension melt away.

Luth raised an eyebrow. "Yes that was I explained, I was looking for a way to have a better business. We are a couple, we should be open to each other. And I feel like there's nothing I'm covering for you. So, I'm asking you not to dispute anything."

"Yes, I get it. I'm sorry if my question offended you. Honestly, I didn't mean it, I just wanted to. Not more. You consider me a wife, right? It's not wrong to ask that." Lyn stroked her husband's arm gently, the way it made Luth's face back adem.

Lyn biting the lower lip. Sorry to have discussed the income issue. He knew that it hurt Luth's feelings. He was a hardworking man whose income was nothing, if touched upon this way, surely his heart was wounded.

Even now Lyn no longer dared to look at her husband's face. He feels so guilty. It is better for her to be hurt than her husband to feel this underestimated, even though Lyn does not mean to underestimate the husband. Hadee..

"Lyni! Come on!"

Lyn was shocked to hear the call. He looked at Luth who had been standing by his side when he opened his car door.

"Eh, have you arrived?" Lyn stammered and stared around, they had already reached the health center.

Lyn down the car immediately. He followed Luth into the puskesmas which is not so good when viewed from the outside condition.

After asking the administration, they headed to a delivery room. He said Afiqa was in labor.

Luth can't come in. He's waiting outside. While Lyn chose to enter, she heard the sound of Afiqa's cry pushing behind the closed green curtain.

Lyn rushed to open the curtains and entered. Approaching Afiqa who is lying in the position of a woman is giving birth normally in general. Afiqa's face was washed in sweat, grimaced, bristled, then sticky. It's pain. Then push back firmly until his face shrinks. Tears poured down his face.

Then he cried bitterly. Zighfar. Then back to crying.

The sisters corroborated, asking that the patient push properly. Can't cry.

O God, this is how women give birth to children. True life stakes.

Afiqa then shook her head, as if in despair. "Not strong!" shiver the woman.

Lyn's approaching. Holding the hand of Afiqa. Smirk that sweaty forehead. "You can definitely. Come on, for your ank's sake. A little more he'll see the world. Come on, Afiqa."

Hearing her name being mentioned, Afiqa opened her eyes and looked at Lyn. It was then that he realized that Lyn was waiting for him.

Seriate