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"Ah yes!" Farhan returned to feed. "Where did this get it?"

"His staff made another order for Meera, because Ameera had shown a face of compassion and pity. Do not forget to also swallow saliva repeatedly!" I'm Ameera chuckling softly.

Farhan continued his activities to feed Ameera, his eyes continued to watch every move of his wife. Every little piece of chocolate cake that went into Ameera's mouth, the woman felt very happy. A smile continues to spread from his lips.

"Do you like this cake?" tanya Farhan made sure.

Ameera nodded, "Yes, Mas. You don't want to try it?" ask Ameera.

"No. As far as we used to know we didn't like anything too sweet, did we? Why are you different now?"

Farhan was still inexhaustible. His mind continued to raise many question marks that he could not possibly find the answer to.

"Come, Mas. Lately Meera's lower abdomen is also often cramped," complained Ameera while holding her stomach. Only this time was Ameera so open to him about such a thing.

"Which one?" farhan asked worriedly, he took hold of Ameera's stomach.

"This one, Mas. Frequent cramps.." added Ameera.

"A-are you menstru-a-asi?" asked Farhan nervously. His hands shook because of his shameless question.

"Not yet, Mas." Ameera answered briefly while shaking her head.

"Has the date yet?" asked Farhan again in a lower voice.

"Almost arrived. But, usually though cramping, but not as painful as this. If this, sometimes it hurts so much, sometimes not at all," said Ameera.

"Do we need to see a doctor to get treatment?"

"No need, Mom. It's just a trivial matter. No need to exaggerate." Ameera tried to resist as smoothly as possible.

"So, usually how do you get rid of the cramping? Don't underestimate the pain, Meera! Even though we are used to feeling it, if the pain increases, we cannot let it go" Farhan said.

Ameera nodded, agreeing with her husband's words. "Usually Meera takes menstrual emitting medication and can overcome the cramping," he said.

"Yes, ask Bi Asih to make the transmitter medicine as usual."

Farhan was about to call the housekeeper, but was immediately detained by Ameera.

"No need, Mom!" pekik Ameera held Farhan's arm.

"Why again? How long will you endure the pain for?" tanya Farhan snorted long.

I don't know, but there's a lot of doubt every time I plan to take that transmitter medicine. Let me for a while follow my heart. If indeed this is something serious or not, may Allah SWT immediately show it.

"Tomorrow Meera will make it herself, Mas. Because Meera has her own recipe given by Almarhumah Mother first," Ameera agile.

Farhan sighed again, he stroked his wife's hijab. Now the worry is less. "It's late, let's go in!" bring Farhan.

"Come on!" ameera answered excitedly.

As their feet just stepped on one rung of stairs, Farhan's voice stopped their steps. " Meera, Mas just remembered, there is still work to be completed. You go in first and then Mas will come in" he told Ameera.

"All right." Ameera did not refuse because she had been eager to enter the dreamland.

After being in the room, Ameera went into the bathroom. Cleanse himself and take ablution. Then perform the Isha prayer. When it was finished, Ameera did not linger sitting in her alphabet. Not doing his routine activities are dhikir and teaching even though only a few lines.

In his study, Farhan was just sitting on the sofa. He leaned his back and several times let out a long, irregular sigh.

"Why does it all feel like it's hanging like this? All the questions, none of them answers," he murmured again, massaging his temple.

Farhan opened the computer he used to work on. Trying to find a solution to the problem with a broad description.

Start to find out the causes of stomach cramps complained by Ameera, her often fickle attitude, and drastically changed food tastes.

And all over Farhan's eyes read the answers to his search results, the conclusion was only one.

"Caused by hormones that change due to menstruation or young pregnancy?" Even Farhan was increasingly confused by the results he got.

"This is not a good answer. Even more complicated and add more and more confusing puzzles!" decak Farhan, touching his hair.

"So, when is a good time to check for pregnancy?" he mumbled again wondering.

Farhan went back to searching, typing this and that in search of answers that made him feel satisfied. However, none of them met.

"Should you wait for the usual date of menstruation so that the results can be more certain?" his mind is back in chaos. He ruffled his hair in annoyance.

"That's it. It seems I have to wait for Allah SWT himself to show it. Maybe this is not the time yet," he said grunting resignedly.

Farhan returned to his room, as he opened the door, and Ameera was sound asleep while snoring softly.

Farhan went to the bathroom, took ablution and fulfilled his duty. Then followed his wife to dreamland.

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Today the weather is not so bright, the dark sky makes the cold more dominating. Such weather makes Ameera become increasingly lazy. Since the end of the morning prayer he constantly pulled the blanket up to his neck.

And again, she also dragged her husband to come to sleep with her. Hugged Farhan's body tightly so as not to try to escape and go to work.

"Mas, don't work today, huh? Just accompany Meera, will you?!" his door begged and paled with a careless face, making Farhan go awry.

"But, Meera...."

"Can...?" Ameera took off her arms from Farhan and distanced herself, pursed her lips and threw her face the other way, "you are always more concerned with work than your wife, right? Meera's disappointed, Mas!" his hardship made Farhan grow more wrong.

Since when has he been this melancholy?

"Okay, let's go to bed again." Farhan tried to persuade.

Ameera was silent, she felt like she was feeling something. Then he got out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

After a while he came out of the bathroom and walked out. However, just as he was about to open the door, Farhan's voice stopped him. "Meera, where are you going?" asked the man who had been astonished by Ameera's attitude since.

"To the bottom, Mas. Find a pad." Ameera answered.

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