One Roof With Honey Choice In-Law
Morning Sickness

"Miss Dzakiyya, please come in!" call a nurse.

"Good!" dzakiyya Sahut.

Dzakiyya immediately stood up when her name was called. It has been a week since he decided to go home. During that time also Dzakiyya often dizzy even though it does not hurt anymore. Surprisingly the general practitioner he had visited earlier had asked him to see another doctor.

And this is where Dzakiyya is now. Sit face to face with the obstetrician who shows a cheerful smile for him. The doctor greeted warmly but Dzakiyya still remained tense. Understandably, even though Dzakiyya has not been able to forget the bitter memories of his barren verdict for many years. So dealing with an obstetrician like this is as if scraping his old wound.

"There's no need to be tense like that, Ms. Dzakiyya. Is this your first time checking?" ask the doctor in a soft voice.

Dzakiyya smiled, then answered the question with an awkward smile. "No" answered Dzakiyya.

"Alright, then what is Ms Dzakiyya's complaint?" ask doctor.

Dzakiyya also explained the complaint in as much detail as possible and the doctor took it seriously. Sometimes the doctor nodded with a smile because he seemed to know what was the cause.

"When was the last time Dzakiyya's mother came to the moon?" ask doctor.

Dzakiyya tried to remember the last time he came to the moon. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember. Dzakiyya's face immediately paled. He's barren and now he's not coming by the moon. She may have been menopausal at this age.

"Mother Dzakiyya?" call the doctor when Dzakiyya doesn't answer.

"Doctor, I forgot!" answer Dzakiyya.

The doctor smiled again. Then walk towards the bed in the room. "No problem. Please mom lie down over here. I'll check it out" said the doctor.

After doing a little preparation, Dzakiyya assisted the nuns to lie down to the bed to do USG. Let the doctor uncover his shirt and apply a special gel on the abdomen and on a microphone-like device called a transducer. There was no special feeling that Dzakiyya felt when the doctor started to examine her. Until the doctor explained the results, then Dzakiyya gave a reaction.

"Mother Dzakiyya. Congratulations, you are positively pregnant!" doctor says.

"What?" dzakiyya asked with enlarged eyes.

Dzakiyya looked at the monitor screen more clearly. Not sure that the image of the uterus on the monitor was hers. What this tool is broken, what happened is a mistake. She's barren so how could she possibly get pregnant.

On the other hand, the Doctor looked astonished at the reaction that Dzakiyya had shown. If it was someone else, they would be happy and say thank you. But why Dzakiyya is different. Maybe he didn't say it clearly.

"Mother Dzakiyya. Congratulations, you're pregnant!" repeat the doctor again.

"Doctor, please don't joke. I am barren" said Dzakiyya.

It was these years of news that he had always wanted to hear. For years his heart was broken. This time when she had no confidence and almost gave up, why was she even declared pregnant. Maybe the doctor was just joking around to comfort her.

"Bu Dzakiyya, but the mother is really pregnant. Look, this is the baby candidate. She was about 8 weeks old" the doctor said, pointing out the baby's position so that Dzakiyya could see it.

Once it's taste enough. The doctor also stopped the USG. Then invite Dzakiyya to sit down to discuss the detected problem after conducting the examination.

"Bu Dzakiyya, we found something wrong with the mother's womb. Do you take special medications regularly for a long time?" ask Doctor.

"No, I just take some vitamins and some sort of fertility drug" replied Dzakiyya.

The doctor nodded. Then ask Dzakiyya to bring a sample of all the drugs he was taking and explain the reason.

"Mom, a normal person's uterus is not like this. Fear there is a drug that may not be suitable and even have a bad impact on the mother's uterus. So I suggest that you bring a sample of your medicine to check" the doctor said.

Dzakiyya came out with an erratic feeling. His hands did not stop shaking. Is he dreaming. Is she really pregnant with 8 weeks as the doctor said. Why he doesn't believe. Should he tell Abidzar now. Her husband should be happy to hear this good news. But what if it's a lie.

"No, I should check myself somewhere else. If the results are still the same, I'll just tell Mas Abid," Dzakiyya murmured

Dzakiyya went home. Then collect all the drugs he has consumed so far. But there is still one less. It was a fertility drug that her husband seized after he overdosed first. Although it had not been consumed for a long time, but Dzakiyya felt the need to examine it as well. Being reluctant to take it, Dzakiyya chose her husband to deliver the medicine.

"Hello, baby!" answer Abidzar from across the street. His voice was a little strange but Dzakiyya did not want to know the reason.

"Mas, can you bring me the medicine that Mas Abid keeps tomorrow morning?" ask Dzakiyya.

At his current place, Abidzar who was curled up on the sofa finally got up. Why did Dzakiyya ask for the drug. Does Dzakiyya want to consume it again.

"Darling, Mas Abid told you not to drink anymore" Abidzar said.

"It's not so, Mom!" answer Dzakiyya.

"Then for what?" ask Abidzar.

Not wanting Abidzar to be suspicious, Dzakiyya reasoned that his friend was taking the same drug. Because the medicine is still a lot of hers, Dzakiyya wants to give it to her friend. Fortunately Abidzar believed.

"Oh, so. Mas Abid Anterin?" abidzar's promise.

"Thank you!" Dzakiyya.

After the call ended, Abidzar threw down his phone and curled up on the sofa again. Ral who actually accompanied Abidzar since earlier could only hold his anger so as not to explode.

"Bid, do you want to die? If so, I'll call someone to dig a grave for you!" ral was upset.

How not to be upset. Abidzar vomited many times. He even vomited and soiled the expensive suit that Ral was wearing.

"Suck, is this how you treat your sick friend?" asper Abidzar.

Ral just bobbing heads. And rose up to take care of Abidzar's things.

"Come, I'll take you home!" Ral.

Without waiting for Abidzar's approval, Ral dragged Abidzar out. Then drive his car at a high speed that makes Abidzar increasingly want to vomit.

"Geek!"

Abidzar vomited again. Destroyed was Ral's patience as thin as tissue.

"It's good, Bid! Not just my suit. My car is also dirty. Remember to buy me a new car when you recover!" ral Ompat.

"Why are you always calculating?" abidzar stammered.

Oath that Ral would strangle Abidzar to die. But fear Abidzar will become a ghost. So Ral chose not to say anything more.

"What the hell is wrong with you. Your son is almost born. Isn't it too late to represent your wife feeling morning sickness?" inner Ral.

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