Slander Fruits of Karma
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The Part 32

Two weeks later...

Since the motorbike was purchased, never once had Novia boarded a large pregnant condition made a little afraid and worried.

As was the case this morning, Novia left for work only on public transport because her husband did not have time to deliver.

Arriving at school he was greeted by his best friend Diana, "have a new motorbike why not use Vi." He said as he walked towards the teacher room following Novia's footsteps.

" I'm still scared, let alone pregnant like this. If my son was born God willing I would wear "sit and put his bag on the table, They talked while waiting for the bell to ring.

" Assalamualaikum" Mr. Rizal entered with a weak step directly into his room. Usually he joined the teacher joking but this time it was different.

" Diana, Mr Rizal why is his face pale ?"

" Said friends - Mr. Rizal's friend is sick, and yesterday was treated in the hospital" replied Diana.

" Ouh, but why today go to work instead of resting at home and I've never heard from Ms. Ratna if Mr. Rizal has a history of heart disease " Novia was confused by Mr. Rizal who he said was treated at the hospital but this morning had entered work.

" Yes, he was treated for a heart, but last night forced his way home."

The teachers on picket duty today came in and rang the bell, eventually they disbanded and entered their respective classes.

When in class, Novia could not concentrate properly she was thinking about the situation of Mr. Rizal.

" My feeling is so bad, Mr. Rizal why force yourself to come to school when the condition is still weak, I should ask him directly."

Novia left the classroom towards the teacher room inside looking quiet, the door of the principal's room was tightly closed slowly she approached and knocked on the door.

" Excuse me sir, may I come in ?" standing in front of the door waiting for a voice from within.

There's no answer yet...

Novia again knocked on the door "Yes, who outside "heard the voice of Mr. Rizal Novia breathing a sigh of relief.

" I'm Novia ma'am, can I come in sir ?"

" Please." Novia opened the door and stood in front of Rizal's desk.

Both of them no one spoke, until finally Novia began the conversation "Face of the father pale, it seems like the father today is sick father okay ?" while continuing to look at the face of Mr. Rizal.

" Yes Novia ma'am, as far as today I am still limp, but still forced myself to come, at home it feels uncomfortable "

Novia simply nodded "can I help you sir, or is father something ?" a little worried about seeing the situation, Mr. Rizal.

" Oh yes, please call the Son here."

" Yes well sir, I call now "Novia rushed to find Pak Putra one of the teachers at the school.

After going around looking for Novia to find Putra "Pak, called the principal in the waiting room, he again got sick maybe need something "

" Yes, now ?"

" Next year!!, now sir " in a resentful tone.

" Hehe, don't be emotional mom, especially if you're pregnant, the baby will be emotional." The son chuckled and passed away leaving Novia.

" Huuft sucks "pull Novia and walks back to her class.

The relationship of Novia and her coworkers can be said well, they often joke and sometimes even share stories until personal problems are often discussed when leisure time of course, Rizal was not left behind.

And Mr. Rizal as the leader, always being wise is very caring because all teachers respect him so much.

Not feeling the bell rang home, Novia cleaned up the book scattered rearrange it into the bookshelf. He came out of class and saw the son who had also just come out of class.

Novia ran small chasing after Son while screaming calling. " Pak Putra wait "Hear his name called Putra stop and look back.

" Eh how is Mr Rizal doing ?"

" I was called there, he asked me to take him home."

" Keep on ?"

" Turn bu later hit "Buugh "Novia reflex hit Son with the book he brought because he was upset to hear the answer did not match what he expected.

" Hehe "again the Son just chuckled.

" It seems Mr. Rizal is uncomfortable with his overprotective wife" he continued.

Novia continued to listen to the story of the Son until it was realized Diana was calling them.

" Hey, did you two stay here ? The others are going home."

Arriving at home, Novia glanced at the watch in her hand at exactly one noon her door was also open, meaning Camillah was inside while her motorcycle was still parked neatly on the terrace.

Novia said her greetings and went inside, while Camillah was engrossed in playing alone with her beloved doll. He approached his son.

" Who picked up Millah at school ?"

" Millah among the teachers "he answered plainly.

" Millah already knew where she kept the door lock, so Millah could come in and my teacher's mother went home" he continued.

Novia smiled and stroked her son's hair "Mom's son is now getting smarter already independent dare to live alone."

Camillah laughed without making a sound just showing her tiny and neat teeth really looks funny.

Novia went into the room and changed her clothes and then took Camillah to eat, jam dzuhur prayer and they took a nap.

In the afternoon Novia woke up, she cleaned the house washing the dishes they used for lunch, after that bath and prayer ashar then sat on the terrace waiting for her husband to come home.

Long wait Irwan not yet home, adzan maghrib already heard Novia decided to enter and get ready to pray.

When Novia was teaching her son how to wait, the door was knocked.

Novia looked up to confirm her hearing. At first glance there was a voice similar to his father's voice, he rushed up and stepped out still wearing a face.

As soon as he got near the door, a knock was heard and his father's voice was now clearly heard saying greetings, Novia hurriedly opened the door.

When the door was opened to see his father standing Novia threw herself into his father's arms, Wahyu returned his son's embrace.

" His guests weren't told to come in first ?" he said with the joke.

Novia only blushed to realize her ridiculousness of forgetting to let her father in and held him at the door.

" Hehe's in for the reward, sorry I missed too much and was surprised papa came."

" Papa went to the pharmacy, papa's medicine ran out so all of you stopped by here where's my grandson ?" the view of the Revelation sir is looking throughout the room.

" Eh this is the guy "Novia pulled Camillah's hand peeking behind the bedroom door.

Pak Wahyu smiled broadly at his grandson's playful behavior pattern "Millah here is the same system" as he stretched out his hand and Camillah ran into his grandfather's embrace.

The three of them sat talking some things, Novia asked her mother's condition instead Pak Wahyu also asked her son and granddaughter until suddenly "Tata, we have a new motor " camillah's chirps innocently pointed towards the parked motorbike.

" Oh yeah, Alhamdulillah when is it bought ?"

" Two weeks ago reward, I need to use the work later if it's already the birth of "Novia answer the question intended for Camillah.

Pak Wahyu smiled and nodded in response, before long he got up and stood up and then Novia also stood up.

" Papa pamit first, pity mama at living alone at home, this is a little snack that papa bought earlier in front of the pharmacy "and then handed the bag of crackle on Novia.

Novia takes her father's gift, then follows Revelation's pack step towards the door.

" Tata, Millah joined "Pulling the jacket that his grandfather wore. Mr. Revelation turned his head and slightly lowered "Tata go home first, tomorrow Millah same mama to the house tata ya now it's night" then gently stroked the head of his grandson.

Novia escorted her father to the front of the gate until Pak Wahyu's car slowly drove and it looked far away and he turned around.

Holding Camillah's hand she continued walking towards her house, glancing at her lonely-looking house-in-law.

They went inside, Novia saw a clock on the wall "eight o'clock, not usually she came home like this hmm "he muttered inwardly while exhaling.

" Millah baby, we pray first, after that we sleep."

After the prayer, Novia closed the door and the window curtain in the living room and put out the lights and went into the room lying next to Camillah until they both fell asleep.

At three o'clock in the morning, Novia woke up she felt an excruciating pain in her stomach. Glancing to the side "he slept outside or did not come home yet ?" then get up out of bed.

Novia walks into the living room while grimacing withstanding the pain, She wants to make sure what her husband sleeps in the living room but she doesn't find there.

He went back into the room preparing the baby bags and supplies and some pieces of sarong cloth.

Although there is no sign as mentioned by the doctor, but Novia is sure she will give birth because she has experienced it before.

After everything was ready, one by one the bag and the item Novia brought into the living room and she turned on the lamp peeking out the window.

" The car is there, but where does he hurt my stomach, God "sumbles and closes the window curtain.

Novia continued to walk back and forth alone while enduring the pain of sometimes sitting and then standing back up occasionally rubbing her stomach.

Novia's feelings rumbled, between anger, sadness and anxiety, remembering her husband and enduring the pain in her stomach.