Marry Bening
Growing in my womb?

Bening opened his eyes in the morning after he had been unconscious since yesterday afternoon. I, who could not sleep waiting for him, was completely relieved when the eyes opened.

"Darling..." I clasped tightly onto her palm that was free from the infusion needle. Kissing the back of her hands in a row as my gratitude.

Bening blinked his eyes many times to gather his consciousness. Until a smile rises from his lips.

"I slept a long time, huh?" said raucous.

"Mas, I'm going to take you home, why did it end here? I told you, I don't want to come here. I'm fine." panicked later.

"Well, what if you faint like that? Your hand that has pen_" Anxiety over my wife's stubbornness can't make me continue with my words. I tried as gently as I could to talk to her because not that much scolded her when she just woke up.

"I'm sorry.." It's almost inaudible.

How can I be angry? Hearing her apology accompanied by a look of compassion and weakness like that made me even more unbearable, there I even felt guilty to him.

"Mmmhh...Did the doctor operate on my arm?" Raise his hand which is already in the cast. As if the wound wasn't severe, my wife was relaxed.

"No." I'm shaking. "The doctor justifies his position. Sifted pen. It's because you're overworked and Byan pulled you hard yesterday" I explained later in an uneasy tone at the end of the conversation.

"Small children are strong as well as it turns out," he chuckled, feeling silly.

I don't mean to blame Byan. But her possessive attitude towards my wife, who was like Bening was her mother made me sick. Especially considering if Rudy who bravely touched his hand on my wife's body.

I clenched my hands and turned my eyes so that Bening did not see the wrath that emanated from the look on my face.

"Mas, don't blame Byan." Her cold palm cupped my clenched hand.

"Don't blame him or his father, because it's time for me to get sick. Even before they came, I was sick, right? Sorry me..."

I looked at him with a look of wrath, feeling resentful because Bening just kept defending them. However, the smile on his pale face melted my heart. And for some reason every time I saw his father's face, his sweet smile, his warm gaze, my heart became mellow. I wanted to cry, but I didn't understand why I wanted to cry.

"I'm sorry for always taking care of Mas Aslam. And.sorry me for not being able to be an obedient wife and always refuting Mas Aslam. I'm sorry for being this stubborn and strong-witted."

I clasped his palm. Eyes glazed. I want to feel like I'm clinging to him right now if he's not lying down. All I can do now is kiss the back of his hand in a row. Spreading warmth on his cold palms. I forgot to kiss his lips and forehead.

"Never speak like that again" I said before his face. Bening nodded.

I rubbed a drop of liquid flowing in the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry I always couldn't hold back my emotions and make you depressed."

Bening shook his head, "I'm wrong, it's appropriate that Mas is always angry.sorry me.." I nodded, feeling speechless. Anyway I want to cry but I don't know what to do. This strange feeling I can't describe with words.

"Mas, I'm thirsty" she asked, and I immediately took it and gave it to her.

I helped her to sit with a pillow on her back. Then he drank in one gulp.

"Would you like to eat?" pointing to the catering of the food the hospital provided with my chin. "Eat first yes.from yesterday you haven't eaten."

At a glance, Bening glanced. From his paled gaze, I don't think he's tasteful.

"Would you buy me some good porridge?" My rose makes his eyes sparkle.

"You want to" he nodded enthusiastically. "It seems good to eat seblak mix level 10. Suegerrr, yeah. Plus the drink milky boba chocolate flavor. Aww!" Kusentil frowns because he imagines what he wants.

"Do you want to die? You still have gini fever." Checking his body temperature.

"Hehe.kan' Mas nawarin was wanting good food."

"Mas kan' nawarin delicious porridge. Not another food!"

"Yes.iya.but not dead ampe also times Mas, if I actually eat the same drink earlier..."

"Destiny of God who knows."

"Mas ngedoa'in I like that?"

"Yes, that's not it either. You are existent."

"Ih, what a hell of a bitch! But this serious pain, Mas.." weirdly rubbed his forehead that kusentil earlier.

I rubbed his red forehead and kissed him, "Sorry. Sick huh?"

"All you guys broke my head." His eyes were glazed over.

"Huss! Ngawur you!"

"Mas also called me the centile of everything..."

"I'm sorry.sorry.." swiped and then peed his forehead many times. "Yes, I want to find breakfast first. Just buy some good porridge for you."

"Lho's? Breakfast bellows too?"

I nodded, "Where to eat breakfast, I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet," rubbed his cheeks fondly.

"Such a kasian tami.." wiped my cheek with his cold hand.

"Okay, I'll go first. You can't papa' mas live alone?"

"Hm. Don't you take it long."

"You don't want to stay, do you?"

"Wyuhhhhhhhhwi...Mas kali who do not want to be far from me.." jantu, then we laugh.

Yes, I don't want to be away from him right now.

Someone opened the door quite rudely. Almost like breaking it. Makes me and Bening tiptoe in shock.

"Bey! Bey, you're not papa, are you?" Mario ran, hugging my wife anxiously.

Oi! She's my wife!

"Bang Iyo's? I'm not Bang..." Reply to Mario's embrace.

Hey, what are you doing, Yank? Just hold back so as not to hug you because if you are stumbling, then move your release. Oops!

But, what is this? You hugged another man in front of your own husband?

"Gakpapa how? If you don't get in the hospital? What's sick, hm? Why did he faint, anyway? Look, what's your hand? You lift something heavy? Your body is still hot gini." Over and over, Mario bombards questions anxiously. His hands don't touch my wife everywhere Ckckck...

I can not deny, the affection that Mario showed was sincere. I can see how Mario feels right now. Yes, even though I was upset that I was like a neglected creature, I had to restrain myself.

But do not forget that I am the rightful husband of the woman you are scolding and you hold her palm tightly, Yo!

"Lam, sorry, I'm just worried. I was really worried when Cibey went to the hospital yesterday afternoon. I've been restless, but I can't for this morning" he explained, making the look of Bening's face become sad behind him.

"Oh yes, mom and dad are also heading here," he turned to look at Bening.

"Anything with them?" Bening was being carefree.

"Yes, I went to the office first. Truss..." Mario paused, feeling bad.

"Well, I'm taking everything. Though Brother do not play aunty same about this." Bening trying to melt the atmosphere.

"They should know, Bey. No matter how much they deserve to know what's happening to you."

"Yes.but so ngerepotin..."

"Nothing is troublesome for you, Bey..."

"Ehem," I cleared my throat again, interrupting their activities that were actually bothering me.

"Buy food first, Yank." On purpose, I kissed the top of my wife's head and gently rubbed her hair in front of Mario in a defensive manner.

"Yo, I'm asking you to take care of my wife. I'm ahead first" asked Mario.

"Lo want to drop something, don't you?"

"No, Lam."

"Okay, please take care of my bini back, yes," I said later. Although it actually feels heavy.

***

After Aslam's departure, the doctor came along with the nurse to check on Bening's condition. Dr. Baskoro, a middle-aged doctor who used to deal with fractures during the Bening accident last year. And now, Baskoro's doctors are reexamining the development of the Bening arm bone that has shifted slightly due to the strong pull of Byan and has been working on a lot of flooded cake and flower orders lately.

"Cibey's fine, isn't he, Doc?" Mario asked when Baskoro's doctor finished checking on Bening.

"Fortunately the injury to his arm wasn't so bad. Even so, you still have to take care of your arms. You know for yourself, right' if your hands are special right now, son? It took a long time for this hand to recover, didn't it?" doctor Baskoro looked at Bening with a smile.

"His fever happened because you were too self-exciting. And.from the lab results found if there is currently growing in your womb," explained Dr. Baskoro with a smile.

"B-growing..in my womb?" Bening.

"Congratulations, Ma'am. You will be a mother" said the sister, explaining her point.

"I'm-I'm pregnant, Doc?" Bening can't believe it.

"Yes, from the results of the lab explains maybe at this time approximately five weeks of gestation," explained Dr. Baskoro.

"For more details, you can read the results of this lab." Delivering the envelope with hospital logo to Bening. "And you can confirm it back to the obstetrician."

With trembling Bening received the envelope and then took out the contents. "A-I'm really pregnant?" He just can't believe it.

Just like Bening who felt gasp when he found out the real news was exciting, Mario who was nearby felt the same way. Even his heart was completely disappointed because extinct was already his hope. His sister, the woman he loved, was not for him to have.

"What..mas Aslam knew? I mean does my husband know, Doc?" ask Bening.

"Yet. I intended to tell him because I thought your husband was here. This should be the _" news"

"Don't tell him!" Clear interjected. Summarizing the series of words that doctor Baskoro wants to say.

"Please don't tell my husband" he asked later.

"Lho, why?" doctor Baskoro.

"I mean, let me say it myself, later. I want to surprise him, "he asked reasoned and was taken by Doctor Baskoro.

"When can my sister go home, Doc?" Ask Mario.

"I recommend these three days to be treated here. Given Nak Bening's condition is still very weak," Baskoro's doctor advised.

"Can't you go home this afternoon?" Clear weld.

"You must restore your condition, son," asserted Dr. Baskoro.

"All right..." Later pairs.

Shortly thereafter, Baskoro's doctor said goodbye with his assistant sister.

"Bang, please don't tell Aslam if I'm pregnant. I want a surprise for him, "please ask Mario, who is still reluctant to believe what he just heard.

"Y-yes." Mario nodded.

Shortly after, Aslam arrived with some food in his hand. Along with Mario's parents who followed enter later.

***

Two days later...

"Mas, I want to go home..."

This is the umpteenth time Bening whined just want to go home. After I learned from Mario that the doctor who handled my wife suggested that I be hospitalized for three days, I decided to obey the rules set by the doctor.

However, on the first day, in the afternoon, Bening continued sulking and whining just want to go home soon. And this, it's been the second day he's been treated. Countless people wanted to go home.

If I could choose, I would also like to take care of my wife at home. However, if at home is not necessarily guaranteed the quality of care as the hospital gave him. This hospital VIP room is quite helpful in allowing us to do whatever we want without any distractions. And in my opinion, this VIP room is quite comfortable.

"It's more comfortable in your own home. Even though this is a VIP room or VVIP, this is a hospital. And I don't like the smell" said Bening, crossing his arms around his chest. He looked away and was angry because I didn't give his wish.

And again, why does he know what I'm thinking? I didn't talk to him about this VIP room.

"Prophey, honey. Another day tomorrow, anyway. Do you know for yourself what the doctor said to restore your condition? Now, try to feel, your body is still an angel," persuade me in a soft voice and be patient with it.

His body temperature is still warm. Sometimes, in the middle of the night the temperature can be high suddenly to make him shiver cold. I've requested that my wife be examined more thoroughly as to what her true illness is. However, Bening insisted that he was fine. The doctor did not even take further action and instead argued the same as my wife said - fine.

Fine from where, try?

In fact, my wife often vomits in the morning or when she smells something she thinks smells.

As of now, wearing perfume was an absolute ban to him at this time. I'm only allowed to wear telon oil, eucalyptus oil or baby-smelling perfume.

TB