PREGNANT WITHOUT BEING TOUCHED
Chapter 20

PREGNANT WITHOUT TOUCH (20)

Aslan Pov

Before the adhan Zuhur me and Namira had arrived at the residence of Father. Namira was very sad when she saw Hilman's father. Dad didn't want me to take him to the hospital either. He wanted to spend his time with his son and daughter-in-law. Dad didn't want to waste the rest of his time just by being quiet and lying in the hospital.

"Aslan! I want to talk to you." Father spoke in his weak voice.

Namira is currently preparing lunch for us, with aunt in the kitchen. I don't want my son to hear the talk later.

"Yes Dad, what do you really want to talk to me about?" many of me were confused to see the expression of his father-in-law.

His eyes were intensely staring at me, like there was a burden I could see on the bead.

I who saw Father-in-law lying weak felt very heart-felt, with an oxygen hose on his nose.

"Dad, shouldn't we go to the hospital? I don't have the heart to see Daddy like this, pity Namira too yah." Aslan clasped the hands of the man who had been his father-in-law for several weeks.

The headscarf that Dad did made me shut up again, and didn't know how to persuade his father-in-law. I could not bear to see Namira crying every time she saw her father who was currently lying weak.

"Aslan, there's something important I want to tell you, but I'm hesitant and afraid." Father's eyes glazed, clearly visible if there is a burden that interferes.

I grabbed the wrinkled pliers, rubbed them gently, "What father would you like to say? Insa Allah aslan siao listening."

"It's about Namira." The eyes were back, sadness was emanated when he mentioned Namira's name.

"Why am I being so clumsy, is Dad going to say the same thing as Namira said, but Namira herself is saying that you don't know pa-pa." I'm a monologue in my heart.

"Dad apologizes to you son, until now I always felt guilty. Do you know the truth about Namira?" Father's voice was raucous and faltered when he asked the truth about his daughter.

"Yes Dad, I already know, Namira told me everything." The old hand I kept holding, as if I wanted to tell her I was okay with the reality about her daughter.

"I'm sorry Dad and dad's daughter, we shouldn't be hiding this reality from you son." The voice sounded weaker.

"It's Dad ... Dad rest well. I'm afraid Dad's health will get worse."

"No Son. I don't want to die feeling guilty, please accept your daughter completely with a big and airy job, I know you're a very good man, you will also always look after and protect your daughter, right?" The breath began to gasp.

"May I ask you, Dad?" many doubt.

I just blinked both eyes, though,

"Namira forbid me to tell Dad about the truth about him, but here Dad already knows everything, since when?" tanyaku carefully.

"That day when Dad had said about the matchmaking, Dad accidentally heard Namira's prayer about ...." Dad was quiet, and I knew what he wanted to say.

I rubbed his hands back and smiled, so Dad could calm down.

"But you didn't dare to ask him directly, I was afraid that Namira would be sadder, and her heart would break even more." This time I heard a little prank from Dad.

"It's Dad, the most important thing right now is that I actually accept Dad's daughter with iklas and love her as sincerely as my heart, as well as the child in her body." I answered trying to convince the fragile man before me.

There was a sound of the door to the room, seen a woman clad in maroon robe walking gracefully, while carrying a tray on which there was a bowl and glass.

I put a smile on my lips to welcome my halal lover, and she greeted him with a very sweet smile that I could see from her face that was not covered with a veil.

"Sleeping dad?" ask woman.

"Dear, just now, put it there!" I said pointing to the small table beside the bed.

Namira walked and put the tray he held, then walked back to the direction I sat.

"Come Bang, eat! I've made my favorite side dish Brother, rib soup." a sweet smile came back from the lips that taste also very sweet.

I got up and took one hand for me to hold, then walked over and one hand opened the door.

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Two cups of tea and coffee, already on the back garden table, in the afternoon sitting in the garden that witnesses me and Namira talking when I come to the preaching, this is where my beautiful wife gives the conditions, this is where my beautiful wife gives the condition, there is still one that I can't finish.

Sitting on a long bench both, the difference is now that I no longer maintain the distance, I hold his white hand, I move it over my thigh. This eye I use only to look at his beautiful face, as well as him, I use it, he looked at me with a smile on his face.

Although the garden is filled with flowers, even the fragrance of the flower fills the nasal cavity, but for me nothing can beat the beauty and fragrance of my wife.

"Dude." Call her in a soft voice that always makes me opiate.

"Hmm, why baby?" I replied as my one hand picked up the cup of coffee.

"What do you say to Daddy?" namira asked, with her hands while taking the other cup.

"No, by the way, dear pa-pa, I just asked my brother to keep this one beautiful castle." I answered while mengoel Namira chin.

"Emm." replied Namira while having a beard.

Thank God, Namira does not suspect, I also do not want Namira to know, if Hilman's father actually already knows about him.true what Dad said, Namira will be very sad and devastated. Let this be a secret for me and Dad. We do it for the happiness of the woman we love, Namira.

"Well, can I have a few days here?"

"By honey, you're here until I'm better, but you can't stay long, you have to help Abah, and you also have to take care of your work."

Until now I haven't told you about my work, Namira only knows if I helped Abah take care of the boarding school. But about some of my efforts such as cafes, restaurants, and youtube chanel, I have not told.maybe later, after all Namira has not asked anything about my work.

I am enjoying this afternoon with the atmosphere of martyrdom, sitting with my beloved woman, I just want to always see her happy, together building a small family with our wife and future children.

Despite the constant haunting worry, the question of my wife's past, who she is, what she looks like, and what scares me the most, is she going to take back Namira as well as my son? even if it's not mine. I just pray that God will always protect us all.

"Honey in yuk! Brother is afraid you catch a cold, kasian also loh dede utunnya." I said while stroking my wife's stomach that already looks a little prominent.

Namira rose up without saying any more, I followed and took his hand, leading him to walk together towards the contest that would be our resting place.