Nackal Duda
Mood Swing Again

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"Why? How do we stop at the pharmacy first? You sick?" I'm full of worries. Indeed lately Dance looks skinny and easily tired. I'm afraid anything will happen to him.

Dance did not answer. He suddenly became quiet and thought of something.

"Hey, what's up?" ask me while parking my car in the car park.

Without waiting for me, Dari came down and went straight into the pharmacy. I locked the car and rushed to him.

Dari had already spoken to the pharmacy employees and was shown to one aisle. I followed him and he took a long tool as much as 3 pieces and then paid at the cashier.

I went back into the hall and took what he had bought. A testpack? Could it?

Dance quietly and bring the things he bought into the car. Without a word he sat in the car.

I got in the car and didn't run my car. I looked at Tari's face and grabbed her cold hand.

"You bought a testpack?"

Dance looked at me timidly. He nodded and did not answer at all. Just nods.

Then with a screeching voice he said: "If... How pregnant is Dari Om?"

I looked at him confused. Why would he ask that?

"Are you late for menstruation?" I would rather ask back than answer the question.

He nodded. "Dance hasn't menstruated since we've been married."

Our marriage is entering its third month. Means that she is indeed pregnant about 8 to 12 weeks. Did ya?

His hands are getting colder.

"What are you worried about? If you are pregnant." I said.

"Yes what's it? Want to get a knockout?" his question is full of fear.

I frowned at me. "I never told you and told you to abort your womb. Yes, if pregnant. Indeed why? That's our son."

Dari lifted her face and looked at me. "Om no problem? Want this baby? But... But does Om not love Dance?!"

I don't understand this woman's mind. Is she actually happy to be pregnant? Why is there so much he thinks? Why should I ask if I love him?

"I want that baby. That's my son. What's the reason I don't want my own child?" I asked dance back.

His face was not even brighter and already relieved, but was even more confused. Especially try what he thinks? I told you I wanted that baby!

"But... I don't love Dance. It's a pity for this child that she lives between her parents who don't love each other." said Tari with her face still moody.

Then Dance cried. Geez, he started to return to sensitive mode like yesterday. This has not been checked pregnant, but the dance has reflected that the sensitive hormone was so strong from yesterday. I'm more sure if she's pregnant, don't use any test pack!

"Huaaaa... It's a pity for this child." said Tari interrupted by her sobs.

"Pity why the hell? Do I want to throw the baby away? No!" I said while holding back the patient stock I had.

"Om have any intention of throwing it away? Huaaa.." The crying even broke.

Not digested first I mean what, uh even take conclusions quickly. I didn't say I was going to throw the baby. Why this dance? If it's sensitive mode like this, I'm dizzy!

"I'm not going to throw my own child away, baby!" I hold my emotions again. "We are husband and wife, yes I will love my child with all my heart. You do not mostly think that is not good for your health! If there are children between us, our relationship is also getting closer. In fact, that kid I've been dreaming about a long time."

"But Om Agas is not love with Dance?"

Talk about love, love and love. Why anyway? Can't we live with someone who makes us comfortable, who we love, without having to talk about love? Don't know what, if love is more painful than pleasant? Do not know what, if it feels hurt the same people we love is really sick and hard to eat?

"Do I have to brag to you, everyone else if I love you? I have to hang out in a mosque to tell you how much I love you? You'd rather be combed like that? Sorry, I'm not that kind of person! I'm not the one who glorifies love to its fullest extent. But I'm the one in charge,"

"I love you and I want us to live together until death do us part. No need to use words of love. You, I am us. Don't think about things that I don't think are important! Live and we'll be happy together." I said at length.

Dance wiped away the tears on her face. "Om gonna love the Dance boy too?"

Oh Allah... This kid why be kayak gini nyebelin anyway? Is it because she is pregnant? Why is it so different? I have a lot of patience if I think this. From that moment on muter-muter kept the question like that. Yes, I do not love my own child?!

"Well you're the one I just met, I want to protect you, marry you and treat you lovingly. Why do you think I will not love my own child? I will surely love him! You don't have to worry. Not most of what you think. Have you been super sensitive lately? I was wrong a little you mewek. I said a little you were angry. Wh why? What happened to you?!"

"Honest Om, Dance is afraid. In this world, only Om has Dance. If Dari is pregnant, Dari only has this child and Om. Dance would, Om dear yes same to both of us. Learn to love us. Dari mau, the son of Tari was born and saw his parents love each other. Om want to, right?" pinta Dari in earnest.

"Honestly, I'd rather see you sigh in pleasure than see you wander like this. I love you just as much. I don't even love Tara anymore. What does it mean try? It means you are now filling my heart! I can't talk poetic like gini, let's test it! If you're not pregnant yet, I'll make you pregnant with my child! Satisfied?" I said with a huff.

Dance now smiled broadly. "satisfied. Now hug!"

So fast the mood swing? A moment of crying, sensitive, angry and now smiling?

"How about hugging him while you rock above me? As lonely as it is. We play in the car? Haven't you tried that extreme challenge in a long time?!" I shook both my eyebrows teasing him.

"No want! Dance to go home! Try this test pack directly!"

Well if he's already rejected my wish, what can I do? Rather than mewek again, can dizzy me later!

"okay! We're home!" I put my body up and put the seat belt on him. "Well, less dear, am I trying to be with you?!"

Dance held my face with both hands. "Dance is also dear Om!" a kiss landed on my lips.

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