Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Rojak!

Of July. Malika has been in my care for two months. Two months of absolutely no protests or negative comments from any of our family members about the tiny baby. No one asked us to release him and send him to the orphanage. It's just that, it doesn't mean their desire that we have our own children becomes dim due to the presence of Malika. No. gabe. Moreover, a month and a half ago, the pregnancy program that Sheveni lived to produce results so quickly, now her pregnancy entered the second month, she said, hansh and I were even more encouraged to go through the same program as Sheveni and her husband. How come?

Hmm, have a child? Yes, that's one of the goals of family man. Everyone hoped that we would soon get offspring. Even in addition to persuading us to participate in a medical pregnancy program, Aunt Heera was very diligent in recording alternative therapy addresses for us to try to come.

"Maybe this one could fit in," he said, proposing that HansH and I should try alternative treatments.

I feel sorry for Aunt Heera. And, yes, actually, I have told HansH that we are both honest with the family about our shortcomings that are unlikely to be able to have children due to HansH's condition which is said to be imperfect. But HansH refused. He wants us to keep that a secret from everyone.

"I'm ashamed that they know my true condition" said HansH, with a silent look and a soft voice. "You're gonna keep this a secret forever, right? You'll always keep my good name, won't you, honey? Please don't embarrass me, okay? I beg?"

How can I refuse it? I cannot open my husband's disgrace if he insists on keeping it a secret. I can't bear to.

As a result, finally HansH's indifference and the reason for his busy work became his own savior for both of us.

Sori, kuralat-not entirely I can dodge. Because, I couldn't resist when Aunt Heera called the alternative medicine expert she had deliberately brought home. Also when he brought in a masseuse, I couldn't resist either. And despite not seeing a doctor, I still consumed milk for a pregnant program prepared by Aunt Heera, consuming a number of vitamins and all the vegetables that Aunt Heera provided. Especially the diligent bean sprouts he prepared for me and HansH. All I did was make Aunt Heera feel comfortable, and give her hope, may I and HansH soon have a child, soon give her a grandchild - though, I condemned my actions: I was lying to Aunt Heera, I was lying to her, fooled him with my imprudence. But HansH himself told me to just obey what Aunt Heera told me in terms of consumption, in order not to be too visible if in fact we both avoid and cover up the secrets about our imperfect household.

Yep, be it for this one month, ever since Sheveni announced her pregnancy, Aunt Heera has been getting excited about doing this - it's for me and HansH. Not wrong, anyway, Aunt Heera so wanted her nephew also soon have a baby like her nieces. And it did not seem excessive to me, it does not mean that HansH and I counted the newly married couple, I then judged Aunt Heera's actions were excessive against us. Not at all. I felt so guilty when I saw how much I hoped for both of us.

But it was because of the way that HansH and I covered this secret with a relaxed attitude and obeyed all of this - that-this-that-that-is according to what Aunt Heera recommended -- except in the medical department, be the atmosphere in the house remains conducive as we both expect. As for my heart, despite the slight envy of Nandini and Sheveni's pregnancy, the happiness in my heart never receded for either of them. I am very happy with the pregnancy of my two sisters-in-law.

No exception at this moment, they both could be said to be in the period of cravings. They really like to eat rujak, and this makes me who often accompany Nandini to prepare rujak so go along like eating rujak. Just as funny as Nandini. HansH was surprised because every day I ate rujak with Nandini. Morning, afternoon, afternoon, evening, early morning and even dawn, I eat rujak. How delicious sweet sour fruits are chewed with spicy terasi seasoning. Ah, unimaginable. I'm like a craving woman, like Nandini and Sheveni. As a result, maybe because of the frequent eating of rujak, one time I became a stomachache. Right in the early hours, anyway!

Oh, myGod....

So nauseous. I held the edge of the sink tightly, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My face looks dull and not glowing. I think I'm sorry I can't control myself that these days most people eat rujak.

But impossible. Which happened later...

I quickly shifted to the toilet sitting next to me, regurgitating the stomach contents.

Chequek!

"You why?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw HansH go into the bathroom. "Nausea" I said.

"Eat him do not mostly eat rujak. So stomach pain, right? Naughty, anyway...!"

I practically snorted.

Realizing that his attitude might have offended me - even though I was not offended at all - HansH apologized to me. He's sorry. "I'm sorry" she whispered softly, her hands clutching my waist from behind. "I don't mean to offend, or be insensitive to your feelings. Sorry...."

"Sst. We both have promised, we will not let this kind of thing disturb our relationship. So, please, don't discuss. Yea?"

HansH nodded slowly. "Reduce eating the concoction, huh? I don't want you to be sick like this."

Uuh....