
"Ma, shouldn't you take her to the hospital now?" gian asked with his panicked face, he half whispered in fear if his wife heard.
Gian was worried about it, even though Jelita had said that there was nothing to worry about from Radha. Tired or something like that is natural to experience pregnant women.
"Gian, your wife is fine, tired it's natural .. It's not a contraction, you don't overdo it like this dong, just look at her still relaxing watching TV." Jelita did not see any irregularities, because as far as she was, her daughter-in-law did not show any signs of soon giving birth.
I don't know why since yesterday Gian always asked the same thing. Just because his wife once said stomach ache that Jelita herself was convinced was just an ordinary stomach ache and Gian still denied it.
"Mama, I'm not exaggerating .. I just want the best, see if she suddenly gave birth there how? Pity my son."
Jelita gave up, she sighed softly staring at the annoyed look on Gian's face. Where maybe someone who even still enjoys onion cake suddenly gave birth, if only giving birth was that easy, the hospital would be quiet, Jelita thought.
"It's not that easy unfortunately, Mama .. your wife's content has only entered 8 months, which means it takes a few more weeks if she's normal, all this time Radha is very healthy," obviously Jelita is so soft even though the desire to hit Gian is already that big.
"Well, is that so?" asked Gian hesitated and still followed the mama who was now bothering to prepare lunch with Asih.
"Yes, believe me, Mama." Jelita patted her shoulder slowly, trying to convince her that she was trustworthy.
"But yesterday he had a stomachache, Ma," Gian said again, his forehead had shrunk because he was getting upset with what Jelita said.
"That's a glut, he also mostly drinks cendol."
Jelita remembers yesterday indeed Radha had complained about it, after several times compounding and feeling tight due to too much drinking spoonful Asih deliberately made for him.
"What yes? My mom is really dong."
"Astafirullahaladzim, Gian, Ardi just said it's not the time, and he's just a glut .. If you don't believe ask the doctor there, check your wife's content must be the same result, too," teetah Jelita began to be uncomfortable Gian follow his footsteps, annoyed of course.
"Oh, I can't bear him so, Ma ... can you hurry up? He also looked overcrowded so," said Gian who was completely halal to hit.
"Why do you want your wife and kids? His wife was fine and asked not to be normal, you freak."
"Hopefully, my hunch is not right, Ma." Gian bit his lower lip, already two days he chose to stay at home.
"Just always think positive, Gian, don't mess around, the important thing is keep your wife as good as possible, that's all."
Jelita understands Gian's worries, especially if Gian is not used to seeing Radha like yesterday. Obviously that kind of thing he thought would be absolutely fatal.
A little calmer when he saw his son now choosing to go and approach Radha, with a glass of mineral water because he was sure his wife would thirst.
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"Darling, don't you get tired of his mouth?"
Gian smiled, put down the glass and sure enough Radha drank it shortly afterwards. Not yet had time to answer Gian's question, but she clearly remembered her husband's question.
"No, Brother want to? Mama who makes," said Radha offers food with pleasure above the average.
"You alone, Brother is full."
"This is not to be full," he said casually, it is clear not to be full, the article has been reduced that much and he did not stop.
"Ra, are you tired?"
"No, I don't do anything" replied Radha presumably, because in fact she did not do too much activity, Jelita did not allow her daughter-in-law too tired.
"It's not because of anything, but because of him," said Gian while gently rubbing his wife's stomach, giving a touch as soft as that, it can not be denied this touch really provides extraordinary comfort for Radha.
"No, the time is tired," he said very real lying, which may not lie, Gian was able to catch it.
"Not really?" asked Gian again, a little hesitant with the first answer, but even if Radha answered he was tired, of course Gian would panic extraordinary.
"He'em, Mama says he's a good boy and he's sick of his mama."
Gian just smiled, his wife's answer sounded like a mother was explaining how her son was doing.
Rubbing his body, Gian made Rada's thigh as his pillow. This position he really likes although sometimes Radha complains because the human head is quite heavy.
But kissing Radha's stomach while hugging his wife's waist is the most frequent thing Gian does, this ritual he often does in order to find comfort for his wife.
"You're doing it again, honey, girls are playing ball."
Gian custom when his wife's stomach moves he will say that his baby is playing ball. A sentence that sometimes makes Radha cough because she is unable to hold back her laughter.
Lucky now he's the only man in this house. Raka and Haidar are busy spending time together somewhere. Because if not, what Gian does sometimes make Radha flushed if it is known to others.
"Why should it be opened?" Radha asked when his stomach now looks perfect, do not understand why Gian often open Radha's shirt so that his stomach can be seen clearly.
"He's playing, Ra, it's gonna be hot if it's not like this."
"That?"
Radha raised an eyebrow, Gian's theory out of nowhere, which Radha clearly had never heard of before.
Soon enough, the time he had been waiting for could have been faster than expected. Gian often daydreams, and thinks of a life path that he never wanted but turned out to be this happy.
Soon he will feel perfect, with all the preparation he had thought carefully to live with his little family.
Had asked to live independently since some time at the beginning of the marriage, but he did not get permission from Jelita for fear that Gian would do anything at that time.
"Sister," she called when she realized her husband was no longer chattering, perhaps losing consciousness, Radha thought.
"Hm, sleep turns out." Radha took a deep breath, wanting to wake her up.
Soon, he even forgot that Radha's legs could be unusually dark. Gian may be tired, because last night the man could not sleep well because Radha had difficulty finding his sleeping position.
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