New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
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Roger who had been waiting not far from where his car was parked immediately ran to his master when he saw Faris was caught with Aisha in his bin.

“What's with Madam, Mister?” tanyanya panicked with a skillful hand to open

the back door.

“My wife suddenly cramped, we are going to the hospital now, Ger,” Faris said as she fixed her seat to feel comfortable for Aisha to lean on.

“Nevent need to go to the hospital, Bang,” said Aisha softly with eyes still closed.

“But Dear .. We must check your circumstances.”

Aisha opened her eyes, grabbed Faris's fingers perched rubbing her face, “This is just a cramp, Bang. Isn't Ica's husband a great doctor? Can't you find his wife in the apartment?” he tried to put a smile on his face.

“But Dear ..”

“Bang, it’s okay I’m good. Ica trust Brother.”

No longer wanting to add to his wife's pain, Faris relented. He asked Roger to turn back to his apartment.

“Ssshhh.” Aisha bit her lower lip, trying to keep the moans from coming out and making her husband worry more.

“Sabar yes, Darling .. we nyampe bertar again.” He ceaselessly chanted prayers while showering his wife with gentle kisses on the top of the head, hoping that at least the pain would be slightly lessened. “More cepets, Ger.”

“Good,Master.”

Still at the restaurant Lucivert, Abbas who found his daughter who was with Aisha suddenly left a question on the middle-aged man's head.

“Didn't you say Baba to go home? So why is it that Aisha is here now? What are you doing until he's in such pain?” Abbas did ask slowly, but his sentence was able to make a new incision in the heart of the girl who was still standing in the toilet hall after Aisha's departure.

“Prophe turn on Ayla? Baba didn't she say her stomach was cramping? Indeed what can Ayla do to make someone's stomach become cramp?” the girl also replied no less sniffling.

“Ba, don't keep salahin Ayla. We first heard the explanation.” Ajeng who realized the tension between her husband and daughter was trying to divorce so that things did not get worse.

Abbas let out a long sigh, it seemed that the middle-aged man was carrying a lot of weight on his mind. “Kalo so clear. Clearly with the most reasonable sentence,” he said following his wife's proposal.

“For what? Want Ayla to say honestly or not, Baba will still not believe Ayla. Anyway want Baba same Mami believe or not it will not change anything.” The girl actually left, leaving a couple who were still fluttering in her place. “Baba really-not understand the same way of mind Ayla, Mi.”

“Sabar Ba's. Didn't Baba ever say that a child is a daycare? We have to be patient and educate a lot of care from the Lord.”

“Ya .. maybe Baba does have to be more patient facing Ayla who somehow will change.”

“Praying Ba, we ask for the one to leave.” That is how the role of a wife should be, being an advisor when her husband is off guard.

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Not half an hour of Roger's car was parked in the basement of the apartment. Faris quickly returned to his wife, barging in after Roger emphasized the number combination on his bedroom door. Very slowly Faris put his wife on the bed, very slowly as if Aisha was a fragile item.

No more than five minutes Faris had returned with compressed water and a small towel in her hand. He then helped Aisha to change the dress first with more comfortable clothes. He chose his loose shirt to wear. The arrival of Aisha this afternoon which was like a surprise made Faris have no preparation to just provide his wife's clothes.

The man who was still complete with his shirt and suit was crouching in front of Aisha who was still lying sideways on the edge of the bed. Slowly his hand moved to raise the shirt his wife was wearing, starting to gently compress Aisha's stomach with several prayers.

Feeling his wife was calmer, Faris rubbed the sweat that was apparently still left on Aisha's forehead. “Where? A bit late?” the soft question that immediately got a nod from Aisha. The lentic fingers rubbed the jaw softly firmly her husband, “Kan Ica already said that Ica's husband is a great doctor, and,” he said accompanied by a smile that expands. The smile on Faris' face was no less fluffy.

Faris rubbed Aisha's stomach gently, peeling long enough flat stomach in front of her, “Let cepet healed,” the whisper made Aisha's heart warm. In his heart, Faris also hoped that God would again give confidence to leave a life in his wife's womb.

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In the morning Aisha felt nauseous, plus her head felt very dizzy. He was still wearing his face when suddenly the nausea was no longer able to be held. As fast as lightning Aisha immediately ran to the bathroom, trying to pull out her entrails which turned out to be only water that tasted bitter as it passed through the esophagus.

Faris who is also still complete with sarong and his cock soon followed the wife, massaging the nape of Aisha so that the woman's nausea subsides.

Aisha rubbed the edge of her lips with water flowing from the sink. Closing his eyes because he felt dizzy. Her face looked so pale that her husband could not help but worry about her.

“Yes Allah Ica ate what the hell yesterday, Darling?” clearly worry enveloped every sentence Faris asked.

“Ica eat regular kayak really, nothing weird.”

“Abang fetch drink first well.”

Faris had not had time to step through the bathroom door but Aisha's body suddenly collapsed and lost consciousness. Lucky Faris quickly pulled Aisha's body to touch the cold bathroom floor there.

With concern Faris immediately took his wife and intended to take her to the hospital. He called Roger to deliver them.

Arriving at the hospital, Faris immediately called some nurses there, telling him to take a gurney for his wife.

With a quick step he helped the nurses bring his wife's body to the emergency department. Faris only paced back and forth indistinctly after his wife's body disappeared behind a door that was quickly closed.

“Should we not contact Mrs Maya and Mr Faisal, Mr?” Roger gave a proposal to his master who seemed to forget it so much he panicked.

“Astaghfirullah .. I forgot about it, Ger.”

He immediately reached into his cell phone, looking for contact between his mother-in-law and sister-in-law. Unfortunately, he forgot that he did not have any contact with the two men while here.

“Ger I forgot to have no mother contact here. Can you please tell them to the apartment?”

“Good Sir. I'm going to Mrs Maya's apartment now.” The strapping body immediately went off leaving Faris who was back pacing venting his panic.

Until finally a middle-aged doctor who Faris guessed was the same age as Bi Asih came out of his wife's room, quickly Faris approached him.

“What about my wife, doctor? Is she okay?” (How is my wife, Doctor? Is he okay?) Faris asked in English. Panic makes him unable to think clearly, even just to string sentences in Turkish. Yes, Faris is quite difficult in Turkish.

Seeing the face of her patient husband who looks so worried immediately made the doctor review his smile, “Calm down, sir. Your wife is okay.” The doctor deliberately hung his sentence.

“And congratulation, you will soon become a Papi. Your wife is positively pregnant. Her fetal age is eight weeks.” The doctor continued his sentence with a widening smile.

The face that had been filled with worry had suddenly changed expressionlessly, Faris still thought that this was all just a dream. The words that the doctor made were too beautiful to greet the senses of his listeners.

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