Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Gratitude

The car entered the hospital parking lot. Azka was unceasingly holding me. I feel uncomfortable because of his treatment.

Our striking appearance, made dozens of pairs of eyes fixed on the two of us. But it seems Azka does not want to take a headache.

"I can walk by myself Ka!"

"I know."

"Keep why such gangs? Rich truck!", I said grumbling.

"Let's let's have a legitimate relationship."

"Yes, but look.they look weird at us!"

Azka spread her gaze in all directions.

"You know, you're holding a high school boy in a sports uniform!"

"Let's go Najma!"

Suddenly someone patted Azka on the shoulder. Spontaneous me and Azka twisting the body.

"Hey, what are you doing here?", asked Laila.

"Laila!", hug Azka. I just gawked at my husband cuddling with aunt Laila.

"Please ah! You're not ashamed of Lo's wife? He's jealous again!"

Azka looked at me for a moment, then grabbed my waist.

"Are you jealous?", Azka asked me. I just shook my head.

"Laila I consider my own sister Na!"

I just nodded to hear Azka.

"Why bring Nana here? It hurt?"

"No. Just want mastiin, how old is Najma!"

"Huh? Obstetric age? You.pregnant Na?"

I just nodded.

"Azka, you're crazy! I know, she's Lo's legal wife. But..isn't he gonna be testing soon?"

"Well, how come, it's done!"

"Yes, I recommend Dr. Riska to nanganin Nana."

"Thank you Doctor Laila!" azka.

We are now in Riska's doctor's office.

"His gestational age is very young, six weeks!", said Dr. Riska as she continued to move the device in my stomach.

"Alhamdulillah." Me and Azka compactly say hamdalah together.

Then the Riska doctor also explained various things related to pregnancy.

"Sorry doc, are...we still able to do the usual husband and wife relationship?", Azka asked to the point once. I just covered my face with my palms. Just make it ashamed.

"Of course, sir, but not too often."

Azka just nodded.

"This is the recipe please finish the administration. Nana Monastery was here first, Laila's doctor asked Nana to wait here."

"Nice doc."

"I'm staying with Najma!"

I just nodded. After Azka left the doctor's office, Riska asked me.

"Nana, how old are you now?"

"Eighteen years, doc!"

"So young, are you still in school?"

"Still doc!"

"What was that grown man who forced you to get pregnant like now?"

"What do doctors mean?"

"Nana, I mean..has Mr. Azka forced you to do this 'that' thing'?"

"It looks like the doctor was mistaken, we were married a few months ago doctor. Of course we did it sincerely without the doctor's coercion?!"

"Well! Sorry, Na. If I had mistaken."

"It's okay, doc. In the future, we will meet more often."

"If I may be honest, I envy you. At this age, you are already pregnant. As for me, it has been two years married not yet in love momongan."

"Patience to the doctor. God willing, the doctor will soon follow. Let me check with the pregnant doctor as well heheheh..."

"Aamiin.makasih ya Na make her prayer. This time I was able to have a casual conversation with my patients. Especially my patients your age."

"Doctor Riska also reminded me of my mother, the late mother of Anisa may be the same age as the doctor."

"Hem?", doctor Riska furrowed her brows.

"Anisa, Laila's patient?"

"Yes doc."

"You, Anisa's son?"

"I'm just a stepdaughter, but you love Nana wholeheartedly."

"Yes. I know, Anisa is a very nice woman. It's worth it, it can educate you!"

"Oh yes doc, where's Laila's doctor?"

"Em.not here. I just want to talk to you both. So, your husband I told you to go out first heheh."

"Doctor Riska ya...."

We both laughed together.

"Well, I'll take it forward."

I nodded in agreement. Doctor Riska took me to the front of her room. It turned out that Azka had just returned from the administration room.

"Yes Ka."

"Doctor, we'll excuse you. Thank you." Thank you."

"Sama-sama sir. Please take care of his wife as best as possible, sir."

"Ready doctor!"

Azka also took me to the car park.

"Ka...."

"Hum..."

"You're talking about the same thing, doctor, ashamed to know!"

"What the hell is that?", asked Azka still while driving her car.

"Yes, we can still be in a relationship.body..."

"Heheheheh it is only natural that I am such a land."

"Then you know!"

"Why should I be ashamed? I'm just anticipating, if we can still do it Alhamdulillah if not yes.want how again."

I rubbed my face rough. My husband, he feels that way again and again.

"Would you eat first?"

"Eat what?", I asked listlessly.

"What do you want?"

"No eating."

"Eh, eat it. You are not the only one who needs to eat. But our son too!"

Azka's left hand rubbed my flat stomach.

"But I don't want to eat."

"Well, we're home!"

"Go home?", I asked back.

"Yes. Why?"

"Aren't you at papa's house?"

"Later tonight, after we're both done."

"What kind of a deal is it?"

"When you're in the room you know too!"

"Mmmmakksud you?"

"It's normal!", Azka smiled.

The car is parked in front of the store. Sisi is busy serving the buyers. Until we don't know we're coming.

"Mbak.es brown!", shouted Nana at one of her employees. Not how long the ice lun came. Azka just sat there in front of me. I was astonished at him. If he's alone with me, he's like he's got no jaims at all. But, if in front of others he will style with his pretentious.

Seeing me and Azka sitting down, Sis turned to us.

"Why can you go home together? Still this afternoon tea?", asked the side while glancing at his watch.

"Nana was expelled from Sisi's school!"

"Huh? How could it be why?"

"Najma's pregnant, Sisi!"

"What??", the side covers both of his hands on the cheeks.

"Couldn't Na? Mr Azka?"

"Can! People every day I want shares!", said Azka and then headed home through the connecting hallway.

"We're actually pregnant Na?", whispered sis sis.

"Yes. It's only been six weeks!"

"Owhh...tokcer really ya Na. you what Pak Azka who is a tokcer?"

"What the hell is sis sis?", I sipped my ice chocolate.

"Yes we are lucky. Not long married, already directly in love momongan. See sis? It's been over a year, no sign yet."

Sis sis turned sad. It's been two insiders that have complained to her how much they want a child in their womb. While me? I have not expected at all precisely in direct love with God. Shouldn't I be grateful?

"Prophey on the side, maybe soon brother. Brother side will suck me soon."

"Aamiin. thanks Na. Oh, yes, your husband is there. The shop can still take the handel side."

"Yes Kak sisi's. Nana come in first.''

I immediately went into the house. Just entering the house, I already smell the delicious cuisine. I saw Azka struggling with her kitchen utensils. She can cook? Can a hotel owner cook?

I approached him to the kitchen. Somehow the reflexes I wanted to hug her from behind made her a little surprised.

"Najma, make a surprise!"

I rested my head on his back. Smells..smells sweat why do I like ya? What perfume is she wearing?

"What are you cooking?"

I let go of my embrace, and now it is she who hugs me from behind.

"Sop vegetable cooking. Make our wives and children's candidates."

Chequek. I turned off the stove in front of me.

"Kok in matiin baby, not yet mature it!"

"We'll finish our business in yuk Ka's room!", take me. Azka was starting to understand now. Maybe the mood of a pregnant woman like this.

"You how many times?", whispered Azka naughty.

"As strong as you are!", I answered briefly. Azka carried me to our room on the upper floor.