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MC Zeda Humaira #117 - Also Giving Birth
Aira sat pensively by the window rubbing her stomach, she closed her eyes, relaxing the presence of her baby currently moving in her stomach.
The corners of Aira's lips were attracted, forming a gentle smile.
A week has passed since Anggun reported that she had given birth, and for one week Arshad called Anggun every day to ask about the state of their baby.
Aira was jealous, very jealous. But he suppressed the jealousy especially Arsyad only contact Anggun when there is Aira, even every time Arsyad telfon, which he asked only their baby who said Anggun named Maita Ibrahim.
It was natural for Aira, because after all Anggun's son was Arsyad's biological son. But he had to make sure that Anggun and Arshad had nothing to do except as Maita's parents.
And maybe this is ridiculous, but Aira has decided he and Arsyad will only use one cell phone. At first Aira thought maybe Arsyad did not agree to remember Arsyad's phone is very important because of work, but in fact Arsyad did not matter in the least.
Aira sangay was grateful for this pregnancy, because the fetus in her womb was always able to divert the pain of Aira.
Aira was aghast as she suddenly felt a pair of hands coiling around her stomach, she immediately turned her head and...
Cup
One warm kiss landed on the corner of her lips which instantly made Aira's face blush. "Why malemun?" Ask Arsyad while rubbing the corner of his wife's lips.
"I again imagine the state of Anggun, Mas," replied Aira Iirih.
"Don't worry, 'there'll be his parents looking after him." Arsyad hooked his chin on Aira's shoulder, he inhaled the scent of Aira's neck deeply.
"Mas, you don't think I'm going to the kids?" Ask Aira while pouting.
"Ke kanakan how?" Ask Arsyad who is now also stroking Aira's stomach.
"Because now we only have one cell phone" replied Aira. "You know what else, Mas. I feel like I want to watch your every move, your activity at all times. Sorry, I'm still in a suspicious mood." Instead of being offended, Arsyad chuckled at Aira's words.
"You knew? Ever since we only used one phone to be together, and every time I saw you check the incoming messages, I felt really good, too" said Arsyad, who made Aira's forehead wrinkle.
"No, Honey. Instead I am happy whenever I feel your possessive attitude, I feel like I really become someone valuable to you even though maybe you did that because I already made your trust crack." Aira smiled at the husband's words and he nodded his head which made Arsyad chuckle.
"My belief isn't just a crack, Mas. But it's broken to pieces," Aira said. "And I know, trust is like a glass. Once broken, will not be able to be stacked again. Even if it can, it will not be perfect anymore. But my trust in you..." Aira turned around, facing her husband, then Aira cupped Arsyad's cheek and pressed it to Arsyad's lips.
"The present Mas Arsyad is not the old mass of Arsyad, so the glass that was broken, I removed it, and I made a new glass. Just like our old marriage because of arranged marriage, but our marriage is now based on love. Your former betrayal, at the insistence of your mother. And I believe, without the encouragement and insistence of the late Ummi, you will become the present and future mass of Arshad, who will never wish me."
Arshad was so touched to hear his wife's words that he nodded his head many times." I'm sorry, honey. I have rejected Ummi hundreds of times, but Ummi has urged me thousands of times. "
"That's the past, Mom. After all Ummi is gone, we no longer need to talk about him except his kindness." Arsyad nodded his head again, he looked at the wife's eyes intensely, then he brought his face closer to Aira's face, he wanted to kiss Aira but suddenly Aira gave her a kiss.
"Shortly, I'm going to the toilet" Aira said grimacingly.
He immediately rushed to the toilet and shortly afterwards he came out but Aira seemed to be holding something back.
"What's up, honey?" Ask Arsyad.
"My stomach hurts, Mom." Aira held her stomach and she immediately sat down to the edge of the bed.
"Sa-sick? Are you going to give birth?" peekik Arsyad between anxious and enthusiastic.
"Ummi, Mum. Call Ummi, God is sick..." Aira was whimpering more and more, the look on her face slowly changed rapidly.
Arsyad immediately shouted to Ummi and Abinya, not long after they came and immediately approached Aira who was still moaning in pain on his bed.
Abi Gabriel immediately carried Aira while Ummi Firda prepared the car. "Ummi why, Abi?" asked Via anxiously who saw his mother carried by his grandfather.
"It looks like Ummi's about to give birth, honey."