Nackal Duda
I'm Going to Be a Papa

I'm going to be a Papa...

In the womb of Dance there is my son...

I can't wait to feel...

How will my son look like? Will it be as beautiful as dance? Or as handsome as I am? Will selugu dance? Or as stubborn as I am?

Nay! Nay! Sebandel me!

I've done enough in this house. No more of my men to follow in the footsteps of this mischievous Father!

Anyway, she should be like her good Mama. She should also be as smart as her mother who is quick to learn. He must also be as good as his mother who likes to help others despite being hurt.

He can't be like I'm a nackalnya not kelulungan. He cannot be like me whose grudge is friday until seven derivatives and 8 climbs. He can't be like me, who likes to change partners. Don't look like Agastya Wisesa! Just like Princess Utari!

Huft.... So this is what it's like to be a parent? There is worry and anxiety, but my son has not yet been born into this world. Maybe the change from a single to a parent makes our mindset more mature.

I who have been like a poor boy now have to change. I can't dong continue to be a nackal guy? My son will imitate all my actions how? Anyway can't! I need to be a good example to my kids!

I keep thinking about a lot of things in my head. I can't sleep and I can't wait for tomorrow.

Wh why?

Obviously because tomorrow I'll take Tari to the hospital. Dance was asleep next to me. However, my eyes felt dry and could not be closed in the slightest.

My brain keeps thinking and thinking. If I have a child, I have to do this. If I have a child, I should.

My son should get the best education. My son will have to be a disciplined boy. My son will have to blah.bla...bla...

It was as if I was thinking at the same time. I should have been sleepy, uh because I thought too much I was refreshed and lost my sleep.

I got my body with Dance's body. He moved a little in shock, and I quickly patted his back to put him back to sleep.

I looked at her plain face. Marriage is the right choice. Papa said Tari would be a good wife.

Papa's wrong. Dance is not just being a good wife, Dance completes all my shortcomings and Dance will be the mother of my children.

I breathed her sweet and soothing hair. I began to have no power to endure the drowsiness and I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up at dawn. Dance is no longer beside me. He was in the bathroom apparently. I waited for him until he came out.

"Old kok?" my many.

"It!" He held up the test pack in his hand. "Dance curious, so Dance test again Om."

"It's positive, right?" my guess.

He smiles. "Yes, Om. Dance is afraid that last night was wrong. If this morning is also positive, now Tari sure!"

I approached her and hugged her from behind. Not the romance I got eh punches on my hand and scolding later.

"Him hugging! I have taken ablution! So I have to do it again!"

Dance let go of my embrace and turned around. Smiling while pinching my gnarled cheek.

"Om honey, that's what you want! Mode! Let's wudhu then pray!"

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I called my men and told them I didn't come to the showroom today. I ask for all matters to be pending until I come or directly contact the authorities. I don't want my show today to be interrupted by a phone ring because I want to see my son in the belly of Dance.

I've already enrolled in one of the gynecologists who has a very good reputation at Family Health Hospital That's Important. One of my acquaintances recommended this doctor because he was famous for his firm and meticulous attitude when reading the results of USG.

The famous doctor turned out to be identical to his many patients. Though I had left early in the morning but still got a queue number above number 20. Must be this long! The doctor hasn't arrived yet, I have to wait 20 queues in front of me and we can get in.

The doctor came shortly. I noticed how long each patient was in the room. There are 10 minutes there are 5 minutes, and there are also 15 minutes. How much longer can I go inside?

While I'm anxious, uh, Tari looks calm. He sat looking at his cell phone. I thought, He was looking at the gossip account, it turns out He was rereading the recipes that He had written and then photographed the results of the note. He learns when he is free like this.

Wow.. again to the doctor just learn Dance. How not to get smarter this kid?

Then one by one the patients go in and out to be examined. I feel sleepy because last night I was sleep deprived, now I feel tired and want to fall asleep. I put my head on Tari's shoulder and sure enough I fell asleep.

I occasionally wake up but still not called the name Dance. I went back to sleep again. I woke up when Dance shouted. "Yes!"

Apparently the name of Tari has been called. I held Tari's hand until I entered the doctor's room which was all white.

After her doctor wondered about when the last time Dance came months and so we were then directed to the bed for USG. I can only sit while holding Dance's hand. My eyes can't be separated from the monitor screen that shows my son who may have just been as big as a bean seed.

My son. Well that's my son.

The child I wanted but never had any presence in my household. The child that my brothers often ask even to often hurt my heart, now I will have it.

Dance wiped away the tears I had unconsciously shed. I'm so moved. God is so good to me. I who is poor is given a lot of grace and blessings in life.

I feel like I'm full of sin, but God why is he so good to a sinful creature like me? I'm being embarrassed. Fortunately, Dance made me realize the greatness of God. Otherwise, I will still be someone who is happy, someone who never remembers who his God is let alone think to carry out his obligations.

I listened to all the advice the doctor gave me. The point is, Dance should not be too tired. I'm the one who makes soy sauce Dance a lot. If my desire is out, anywhere Dance always complies. Though I know Dance is also tired, but for the sake of her devotion to her husband she always fulfills what I want .

Not anymore, because I have to take care of Dance and also my future son. Do not make them soy sauce and even bad results later.

Me and Tari decided to go to the cafe before returning home. The cafe is scheduled to open this weekend. Dance checks all preparations.

"Hopefully this cafe will be successful huh, Om?!" his prayers are hopeful.

"Yes, Umi."

"Eye?" tanya Dari with her forehead wrinkled.

"From now on don't call me Om anymore. Call Abi, and I'll call you Umi. You agree?"

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