Not Wanting (So) the Second
Episode 41: Topping the Porridge

"Married...?" Yasmine repeated Ambar's words with her eyebrows folded.

"You are the right woman to be Agam's companion." lirih Ambar smiled slightly.

Yamsine could not imagine how much pain Nihsa felt when she heard this. Just because you can't give a child doesn't mean a wife can be kicked.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I'll stick to the original plan. Give birth to this child, and leave." Yasmine asserted. It was not the slightest bit in her heart to hurt Nisha, who had been so kind to her.

"I know you're thinking about Nisha's feelings. But what about your son's feelings? She'll ask why Nisha isn't her real mother. And what about your future? Who wants to marry you one day, if you ever have a child without marriage. Men won't care if you have children from sex, or from the meddling of the Doctor."

In contrast to widows who are clearly marital status, people like Yasmine will instead be stamped as cheap girls. People's views won't be as easy as imagined.

"Hurt the feelings of fellow women, I can't do that. If in the future I can't get married, I'd rather risk it, than hurt Nisha's feelings." Yasmine then stood up, she chose to move on from there. This conversation shouldn't have happened.

Yasmine returns home to Agam with a disheveled face. He positioned himself if he was Nisha, just imagine his breath tight.

"What kind of a second is he? It should be that as a fellow woman she would not have the heart to say that." she muttered, the footsteps she stomped towards the kitchen.

His stomach felt very hungry, because when he ate together earlier he did not eat much. The result of Lukka who discussed marriage, made him nervous to tremble until he had no strength to eat.

Instead of sleeping to hold the hunger, Yasmine would not want to cook wheat porridge to block the stomach.

"What kind of life is this." he lamented while staring blankly at the pot.

Lately he has been feeling sorry for making crazy decisions. But he would not have had a chance to enjoy life if he did not accept this offer. It was like standing between two steep ravines.

"hey, your pot is scorched." chirped Agam, making Yasmine's daydream.

"astaga..!" Yasmine immediately turned off the stove. His porridge turned blackish brown. In a panic, Yasmine hurriedly lifted the pot, but went nowhere in her mind, until she touched it without a washcloth.

Both his hands dropped the pot back while hissing sorely. "ahhw. geez.. What's wrong with me." he immediately washed his hands under the flow of the sink, so as not to blister.

Agam turned to his clinic, he picked up the ointment and went back to Yasmine.

"You seem like a lot of thought, what's up?" asked Agam, while putting the ointment in front of Yasmine.

"I'm hungry." Yasmine replied quietly, somehow because of what her inner being suddenly felt sad and wanted to cry.

Agam sighed for a moment, "Did my mama say something that offended you?"

Yasmine looked up at the ceiling. His conversation with Ambar so pierced his sensitive heart.

"He's telling me to get married, to you. I mean..why does he have the heart to say that? Did he throw away Nisha's mom just because of her flaws? I'm upset to hear that." Yasmine's tears poked, as soon as she wiped.

"Why are you crying? Nisha's the one who should cry when she hears this."

"Because she's so good to me ..." Yasmine couldn't stand it anymore, she sobbed as she continued to wash both her hands.

Agam understand, Yasmine's feelings may be sensitive because of her fetus. "Be quiet, you'll wake Nisha up."

After finishing lunch, Nisha took a shower and fell asleep. He admitted to being tired and not feeling well.

Agam took the pot in the cupboard, then cooked a new porridge for Yasmine. He did not want his fetus to be stressed, because his mother was hungry and crying.

For additional toppings, Agam put some red beans, as well as goose liver slices. High protein will be very good for fetal growth.

"It can be mixed like that?" Yasmine glanced towards the stove.

"You've been eating without a topping?"

"So you have to wear a topping?"

Agam and Yasmine stared straight at each other throwing question marks.

"If the diet should not use a topping, but you are pregnant. You need a lot of nutrients and protein." Agam imagined, meaning every night Yamsine ate the bland porridge? He always deserved to protest.

"ch.., eat.." Agam thrust his homemade porridge to Yasmine, the bountiful topping instantly stirred Yasmine's tongue.

"Tomorrow your control schedule, Nisha will deliver you."

"mmm.." Yasmine nodded, while enjoying the porridge very greedily.

Agam leaves Yasmine, he has to analyze something in his study. "If you need something, just call" he said as he walked away.

Iba just saw both hands of red Yamsine, hopefully not blistering.

"Yes." said Yasmine Short. Despite the difficulty of holding a spoon, he still craves to eat the porridge. It feels very unique and delicious.

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The afternoon came, as planned, Yasmine and Nisha were about to get ready to go to the obstetrician.

As she was about to descend the stairs, Yasmine passed by Lukka who had just returned from school.

Whether there is a delay in dedemit, Lukka greets Yasmine by blinking one eye. "sister..."

Almost Yasmine's feet slipped on her. "h.hai.." He immediately threw out a glance, the big boy's gaze felt completely different.

"Want to the Doctor?" asked Lukka again, his tone also sounded different. Did Lukka get the wangsit? Until he behaves very differently than before.

"Yes.." said Yasmine. In one night the boy ripped his mind off.

"Only?"

"Sama ma'am Nisha." replied Yasmine melengos.

Lukka nodded, then rubbed the tip of Yasmine's head. "Be careful..Yasmine." she moved from there with a big smile.

"What did he call me..?" yasmine muttered, her ears did not mishear right?

Point one has been implemented by Lukka, which is to keep distance and give little attention as an adult man. The boy pranced in his room, having managed to make the first point.

"haduhh.my heart." whispered while leaning back the door.

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In the Doctor's room, Yasmine was lying down while listening to her fetal heart rate through the monitor screen.

"The state of the fetus is healthy. His mother has been very happy lately." said the doctor mince words. The hormones of pregnant women will be easily readable, as well as her mood.

Yasmine nodded with a small smile. "Yes..."

In the waiting chair, Nisha's smile faded slowly, while imagining the thing that made Yasmine happy was her husband. Last night he saw a small interaction of Agam and Yasmine in the kitchen. Plus the intention of the in-laws who were about to marry Yasmine to her husband, made her mind confused. It was like being stabbed by a dagger that was grasped by itself.

"Mom, come. Listen to her heartbeat." call Yasmine from the bed.

Nisha put on her smile again, then walked over to Yasmine. He still believed in Yasmine, the girl would never hurt his feelings.

After completing the examination, Nisha and Yasmine head for the underground parking lot.

"Wait a minute, I take out the car first" Nisha said as she leaned into her parking block, and Yasmine nodded.

At a distance of three meters from the car, Yasmine waited while looking at the photo of the USG results.

Nisha who was being troubled by her thoughts became unfocused. Who should have turned the car slowly to the left, he instead pressed the gas pedal deeply in a straight direction. In an instant Yasmine's body bounced as Nisha's car tail hit her very quickly.

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