Night Destiny
Ingkar Kesekhian Kali

The moon passed so fast. The age of Salwa content has entered the eighth month. While Salsa, the woman until now has not been pregnant. Sadness certainly always covers him especially Azka getting busy from day to day. He even often went out of town to take care of his hotel branch.

"Mas, later in the afternoon can you, see dr. Melanie. I want us to get pregnant right," Salsa pinta.

Azka smiled, "We just need to keep trying, honey. We're both okay anyway."

"But I want to have kids, Mom. Salwa will give birth in a month. As for me, just pregnant yet."

Azka hugged his wife, he also wanted to have children soon. But what if it has not been given by God.

"Patience, we're working again. I'll try to get home early in the afternoon."

"Promise huh?,"

"Promise."

Salsa smiled, having a husband like Akza is a fortune. Besides handsome and well-established. Azka was also patient and understanding.

"Thank you, Mom. Love you more."

"I love you too, dear," Azka lightly kissed Salsa.

After driving her husband forward. Salsa went back into the house. He took his bag and cell phone. Salsa's business is growing. It even has four branches. However, Salsa remains the Salsa of old. The income from his gallery he gave to the parlour. Now, Qomariah's orphanage is getting bigger. Facilities are also complete and workers there are increasing. All can not be separated from the intervention of Azka and Salsa. Even many of Azka's co-workers became regular donors to the orphanage.

Riding his car, Salsa splits the capital's congested streets. Almost an hour, he arrived in front of his gallery.

"Good morning, ma'am."

"Again, everything's good, right?."

"Currently, Mom."

Salsa smiled, after greeting some of her employees. Salsa headed straight for her room. He looked back at the hampers box that had been on the table for a long time.

Baby clothes, a pair of cute cloth shoes, and a hat with matching colors are the contents of the box.

"Come in, baby. Mother expects your presence." Salsa stroked her flat stomach. As a woman, she also felt the taste of conceiving and giving birth.

Anya looked at her daughter who looked sad. He deliberately came here because he wanted to accompany Salsa. As a mother, Anya knows that now her daughter is expecting the presence of a baby in her household.

"Dear."

Salsa stared at her mother's arrival, "Ma, why didn't you tell me you wanted to come?."

Anya smiled and approached her daughter, "Can't you come right away?."

"Yes it's not like that. I'm just surprised."

Anya sat down in front of Salsa, she put her favorite brownies on the table. "Your favorite."

Salsa smiled, quickly opening the crackle. "Let's just know I want this again."

"Mom knows, eat. Spend it if you have to."

"Don't dong. Mas Azka will run away if I'm fat."

The mother and son laughed. They tell me a lot of things.

"Have you seen Dr. Melanie this afternoon?."

Salsa nodded, "So Ma, Mas Azka has promised to come."

"Do you need a friend?."

"No need. Mama's just going to Salwa's. She needs Mama more. Don't let him feel ignored."

Anya nodded, her relationship with Salwa was not good because her youngest daughter thought she had forgotten about it. But because of his love and affection for Salwa, Salwa finally melted. Their relationship was warm again.

Salwa's relationship with Salsa, good but can not be said very well. They were just ordinary courtesans if they met. While Salwa's relationship with Seno, still the same. Flat.

"Then Mama goes home first. Salwa again wants to eat Mama's cooking. She'll make it hard if mama's late."

Salsa nodded, "Loh, it's past lunch, Ma. Is it still hunting, if Mama's cooking?."

"Still. He asked Mama to bring him dinner."

Salsa ber oh ria. "Yes already then. Careful on the road, Ma. Give my regards to Salwa."

After the departure of his mother. Salsa checked the financial gallery. He occasionally glanced at the clock on the table.

"I'd better call Mas Azka. He likes to forget about work."

Salsa contacted her husband, but his call was not lifted.

"Mas Azka where the hell, often totally ignore me like gini."

Once, twice or even three times. Much the same. Azka did not answer her call.

"I'll just send you a message."

After sending a message to her husband, Salsa immediately went to Dr. Melanie's clinic. Not long ago Salsa took to the clinic dr.

Because I made an appointment first. Salsa did not have to wait long. Unfortunately, Azka did not come. His phone can't even be reached right now.

"Mom, do you want to come in or are you still waiting for your husband?" the nurse asked him, how many times.

Salsa smiled bitterly, this is the umpteenth time Azka did not keep her promise.

You disappointed me again, Mom.

"I'm going in now, sus."

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How are all the sisters, good luck.

Oh yes, thank you who are still waiting and faithful to this story. For the story of Salwa, I made it short because this is the story of Salsa and Azka. So focus on them.

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