Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Almost miscarried

"Ka....!"

"Why?"

"Aurel will be here, right?"

Azka looked at me with a look of what it was.

"Can. But at home, don't go anywhere."

Azka was still looking in the mirror and combing her hair.

How handsome my husband is....!!!!I am excited in my heart.

"Darling....!" my whine.

"Why?", now Azka is sitting next to me.

"Why since you haven't taught, are you busy in the office?"

Azka smiled.

"Yes because my job is now memah at the office, at our hotel.not at our school anymore."

"But I'm so hard to see you!" I hugged his athletic body. I don't care about me not taking a shower. Maybe with the baby, I'm lazy to take a shower. Except it was a junub bath, which required me to take a shower before dawn.

"Who said? we sleep together, eat together.!", said Azka while rubbing my hair.

"But I miss..!", I held my embrace again.

"Darling, if you are spoiled like this.I must have failed to go to the office. I have an appointment, dear....!"

"Oh...so the meeting is more important than me?", I immediately let go of my embrace.

"Not that Na... You don't get the wrong idea dong dear!", Azka lowered her voice.

"Here you go, just go. Kumpulin a lot of money!", I got up from my bed.

"Darling...!", Azka tried to grab my hand. But I'm heading to the bathroom. I slammed the bathroom door hard.

"Astagfirullah.sabar.sabar..punya the wife of the boy, pregnant anyway. Must be a lot of patience."

Complain Azka.

Actually he wants to say goodbye, but it feels free. No, Najma is emotional. Azka came out of the room.

"Bik, take Nana. Again angry!", said azka while sitting at the dinner table.

"Well, why?", asked the aunt.

"I can't work bik, if I don't have a meeting appointment also want to nemenin Nana at home."

"Owh.the pregnancy hormone reunites....! That's why I like it, sir. Mr. Azka I need to be patient. Generally pregnant women tea. Sok angry, sok melow."

"Yes bik, that's why.I nitip ya."

"Ready Mr. Azka!"

"I'm leaving yes, assalamualaikum!"

"Glambeach!"

Azka went out to the car parked in the yard. Azka just hope, later Nana will forget her emotions.

******

"Azka's gone, Bik?", I asked.

"In sayain, call him mas kek what brother or who is it. Don't call me by name or. not polite!", Bibik advised me again.

"Yes bik, slow down her learning huh..!', I replied.

"Udah atuh, breakfast first. Kasian Dede baby slack", said bibik.

"Yes, nana ate this much!!!", I scooped up the rice and his friends.

"Nana's non content has been for how many months?"

"Em...Why? I don't know the bik. Maybe it's gonna be three months or so."

"Such age is still vulnerable non. don't be tired ya."

"Yes bik , how did Nana get tired. Azka forbade Nana from doing this."

"Yes. his name is also affectionate non."

"Could you please bik, azka dear to Nana?"

"It can be, it can't be a pretty pinter girl anymore."

"about...what is the mandate of the mother for Azka? The power makes us both so thin. But if Azka is rich in papers. Tebel bik!"

"Neither know nor do they."

I went back to my breakfast.

"Bibik ahead yes non. Let's see the side first."

"Why is sis sis diliatin?"

"Yes, it takes a bibik's rock!"

"Owh..okay!"

Bibik's heading to the front shop. I who feel great after breakfast, intend to exercise.

I also walked to the side of the house where there was little room to play basketball.

After calming my stomach, I started dribbling the ball. Once twice it fails, though it eventually gets into the ring.

My stomach is not too proud because of the satiety, now when he plays even hotter.

I started dribbling while walking back and forth like a real basketball player.

Jumping, throwing and hanging in the ring. But unfortunately my hand suddenly slipped out of the ring which made me fall.

My ass landed perfectly. But it's not that simple. My waist hurts, and my lower abdomen hurts.

"Aw...!", cried. God, I forgot I was alone with my baby.

"Non...!", the aunt ran up to me.

"Bik, my stomach hurts a lot!"

"Non Nana what the hell?"

"Main basketball bik! Ah...!", I hold my waist.

"O Allah is non, do not say anything. This is basketball! We go to the hospital, non. Let's check it out."

"Don't bik, Azka will be angry!", whine me.

"Bibik is also angry, not only Mr. Azka non!", the aunt snapped to me . Yes, I was wrong. It's only right that if aunt is angry with me, aunt loves me very much.

Bibik immediately grabbed the phone in his pocket.

"What do you want?"

"Call Azka sir!"

"Don't bik, Azka will be angry. He's gonna have an important meeting Bik....!"

"Where is the same important wife and prospective children non....???"

Without asking my consent, my aunt called Azka.

[Assalamualaikum, Azka sir]

[Walaikumsalam bik, what is panic?]

[Non Nana fell sir. After playing basketball]

[Nana's down? How can?]

[I don't know, non-Nana complained that her stomach hurt.]

[Yes, I'm back daughter]

Clik.

The phone connection was also cut off.

[Rania, reschedlue meeting with clients. I can't go to the office. Nana fell down]

[Ok, get ready sir!]

Azka turned back to the house.

******

"Where is the bik?", asked Azka.

"Still sitting on the side porch chair sir. A aunt can't take her to the room."

Azka immediately ran to the side terrace.

"Are you okay, baby?", asked Azka worriedly.

"Aren't you angry with me?"

"You why? I told you, don't do heavy things. You're playing basketball? You're abis hanging in the ring? Falling?", asked Azka in succession.

I can only nod.

"Bik, please take Nana's hijab. I'm taking Nana to the hospital."

My aunt took him in our room. Azka's pounding on me when I've eaten the hijab.

"You're angry with me Ka?", I asked who was in his sling.

Azka answered nothing. He put me in the car.

On the way, I tried to get Azka to talk, but not in the gubris.

"Aw...!", I suddenly cried. Actually it's not sick, it's just looking for Azka's attention.

"What hurts?", asked Azka anxiously while rubbing my stomach.

"Do I have to get sick first to get your attention?", I snapped.

Azka freezing.

"I just want to always be spoiled just like you! was wrong? if it's not you, who am I spoiled for?,"

"That's not it baby..okay.I'm sorry!"

I'm not the name if I don't win in arguments.

The car has now entered the hospital parking lot. Azka had swallowed the Riska doctor before they left the house.

****

"Alhamdulillah, the results are good Nana. take care of your health. Good thing you are strong! Do not be tired!", said Dr. Riska who is now a friend confided about her pregnancy.

"Yes doctor..!", I said.

"What does Doctor Riska say???"

"Yes dear..iya...!", I said.

****

Sorry long time ago. My mom is still focused on

'It's a belief' so, rarely look here.

🙏🙏🙏 thanks yes who has been pleased to read the writing of spare change 😁😝️