Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Horrified!

"Oh my God, thank you," I said as I held the baby girl who had just been born from my womb.

Next to me, HansH smiled happily while rubbing my hair with his right hand, while his left hand held our other baby. A handsome baby boy. What a perfect happiness. I gave birth to twins, girls and boys.

"Ughh! Mulches...." I practically hold my stomach.

"Why?" ask HansH.

"My stomach hurts. I'm going to the toilet."

I quickly put my baby girl in her crib, and HansH put our baby boy in his other crib, and then he took me and drove me to the bathroom, plus helping me clean up. Then, before we got out of the bathroom, HansH invited me to make out, kiss hot, free and wild. Then he whispered love to me.

"After six months, give me two more twins, will you?" her door.

I'm giggling. "That's too fast, you know!"

"Let's just be it," he said.

"No!"

"Please... Darling...."

I'm shaking. "We raise these two, yes, dear Papa. After that, I was ready to get pregnant again. Okay?"

With a smile, I left HansH in the bathroom alone.

Chequek!

Door opens.

My son's missing! I don't know why it disappeared. I'm afraid he's been kidnapped. I was so horrified that my heart was pounding violently as if pounding my chest cavity. Because of the pounding of my heart, I was so afraid that my ribs would break due to the rumbling pounding. I held onto my chest to muffle that horrible thumping sound. My sweat is pouring.

"Darling?" HansH woke me up from sleep, he was sitting on the edge of the bed whose bed was crumpled and wet.

"Where is our son?" I asked HansH when I woke up from sleep with a roar of rumbling breath. "Where is our son?"

"Kids...? Malika...?" hansh replied back asking while gawking. "That's it, he's sleeping in his crib." He glanced at the sleeping box he meant.

"No. Our new child I gave birth to. Our twin boys. Not Malika," I said annoyed. "Where is he? Where's our son, My HansH?"

"Dear, oh, honey. You're just dreaming, honey," HansH said, looking at me deliriously delirious and bathed in sweat.

I looked around and realized where I was: in our pavilion room, in the Mahesvara residence - - not at all in the hospital room.

"Don't go to bed early! Pamali, know!" he continued, chuckling and crying, then he went straight to Malika's bed and wiped her wet eyes.

I don't know, it's a tear from being amused or a tear from being sad.

If I am clearly sad. It turned out that I was just dreaming, and now I must return to reality, with the same turmoil that I felt before I fell asleep curled up at the head of the bed.

"Hey, don't daydream. We're going to the hospital, right? I'm done with the meeting. So we can go now."

"My HansH?"

"Emm? What's up?"

"What if I'm really pregnant?"

"Darling, don't start again, okay?"

"What if it's true?"

"Dear, please. Please very, please?"

"But, My HansH...."

"Stop talking about this, honey. I beg you, huh? You don't expect anything that can't happen."

Argha! Sebal!

"Just answer my question!" my voice rose an octave this time. "What if I'm really pregnant? Answer!"

The gun mouth was pointing at me. "Then talk to this gun!"

The deg!

I was terrified to see my husband put a gun to my head, looking at me with his sharp eyes. "My... HansH...?"

"Tell me who the father of the fetus is!"

I'm shaking. Swallow. "Ak-i. I...."

Chuckles. HansH laughed at me who was floundering. My face must have been pale from fear. "My eggs are over, honey. I had to refill it," he said, then he opened the nightstand drawer and took some bullets.

I grunt. "Your glimpsing is outrageous! I was so scared, you know!"

It sucks! He's still a whiny. "I want to take Malika to Bibi's pavilion first, yes. You prepare. We're going to the hospital now."

Why is my mentality suddenly so shriveled like this?

"My HansH?"

"Emm? What's up again?"

"Don't bring your gun, will you?" door carefully. "I'm afraid...I'm afraid that I'm really pregnant.... will you...?"

He didn't agree. Malika picked him up and he passed. "Nothing's gonna happen, honey. Calm down."

How could it possibly calm down if there was a chance that you would kill me with your hands. If I had a choice, I'd want to die in your arms, not for your guns....