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Ardi carried Baby A in the backyard as usual, that morning he had dressed neatly preparing to go to the hospital. Najma had asked him to come down first, because Najma was also preparing to go to the store.

That day Fifi also started working as a babysitter A, she was helping Bu Ani prepare breakfast. While washing the cookware in the kitchen, his eyes occasionally glanced at Ardi who was carrying baby A. 'Lucky once Mba Najma, had a handsome and rich husband ..' Inner Fifi.

Ardi looked at the watch in his hand, why Najma had been so long, he thought, while occasionally looking at the window of their room, occasionally also looking into the kitchen, why Najma had not called him.

"Bu Ani. tipped Akbar, I want to see Najma first on top," said Ardi half-screaming.

"Let me sir," said Fifi who came closer and his hand was about to reach baby A from Ardi's sling.

"Wait, get the baby carriage" Ardi said.

"Yes," said Fifi, immediately turned to take the baby carriage near the laundry.

"This is Sir,"

Without telling and seeing Fifi, Ardi put baby A in her pram, and left them alone.

Fifi was astonished, what Ardi did not like his presence.Why he did not give baby A directly to him, talk nor did he glance at it at all. Questions popped up in Fifi's mind.

Ardi ran towards the top floor, where their room was.

"Babe.." call Ardi when he enters his room. There is no sahutan, no visible Najma either. Ardi went into the bathroom. How surprised he was to see Najma crouching beside the closet, sobbing.

"Babe, what's wrong with you?" ask Ardi.

Najma immediately wiped away her tears and woke up and hugged Ardi.

"Hey ..why Babe? You're vomiting?"

"He. e..."

"Kok cry? That's natural Babe for pregnant women, because there are hormonal changes,"

"Yes I know Mas..."

"Will I be pregnant with my child?"

"It is not so, I know that all these difficulties bear the reward of God if we are patient in living them..."

"That's you know .. why cry?"

"I remember my mother .. It must have been heavy to contain me..." Najma started sobbing again in Ardi's arms.

Ardi stroked Najma's hair, in order to be calmer.

"Bag.."

"Hmm.." said Ardi.

"The scent of your body.Let me kiss in a moment yes, my nausea begins to subside..."

"Yes.cium as much as you..."

"Udah Mas, later Mas late... where is the service today?"

"Ga papa, today will visit patients at Airlangga hospital, new afternoon to the public hospital, and later tonight In shaa Allah there is surgery," said Ardi.

"Yes changed clothes, Mas's shirt was wet with tears and snot," said Najma who released his embrace. Najma washes her face sobbing with tears. Ardi took off his shirt and went back to the room to pick up a new shirt.

"Mas can't take a day off this morning" said Najma, standing in front of Ardi, stroking her husband's chest and drowning his head there, hugging tightly and inhaling deeply that masculine scent that had already become opium to him.

Ardi reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone. He sent a message to someone. Soon he got a reply and put his phone on the table. Then he carried Najma to the bed.

"Okay, I'm off in the afternoon, what do you want?"

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It's been two hours Ardi's been in the upstairs room. Fifi paced around like an iron waiting for Najma and Ardi to come down. Then he approached Bu Ani who was drying clothes in the back.

"Mom, how long have they not come down yet, lest Mba Najma be sick, do I ride? Fear why-why.." said Fifi who riled on his first day working at the house.

Bu Ani smiled instead.

"Have not disturbed them, justin aja," said Bu Ani.

"But Ma'am..."

"The first rule in this house, we can not enter the room of Mba Najma and Mr. Ardi, if there is anything, must be my phone below, but if it is not a phone call, just wait, wait, within an hour, call..."

"Why is that, Mom? Miss Ani never entered that room?" ask Fifi.

"Yes never at all" said Bu Ani who was still busy with laundry.

"Don't clean his room?" ask Fifi again.

"Although busy, they took time to clean the room, Mba Najma and Mr. Ardi really like a clean and neat house, you see for yourself this house is clean right, it's not because I cleaned, it's not because I cleaned, it's not because I was clean, they themselves, I just help a little, cook as light as Mba Najma, I sometimes if Mba Najma tired," Bu Ani deliberately long story, long story, in order for Fifi to forget about the activities of Najma and Ardi in the room that never went out.

Fifi just nodded. He then played with Salma and baby A, while helping Bu Ani hang clothes.

"All big clothes, the same clothes Akbar, this bed sheet," murmured Fifi.

"Is there a dress in Mom?" ask Fifi.

"Yes, Mba Najma nyuci own clothes in them, do not like maybe they are held in their underwear by others" said Bu Ani.

"Oh ..let alone Ma'am the habit in this house?" ask Fifi.

"Ga there again, all the same as other houses, you will also get used to it for a long time" replied Bu Ani.

"Oh yes Ma'am, I was going to take Akbar from Mr. Ardi's sling, so the guy even told me to take the baby carriage, and if you talk never look at me,"

"Yes it is so, if you take it directly from the sling of Mr. Ardi, whose hands you can touch, and Mr. Ardi always subdues his eyes, indeed, he just wants to touch and see who is the mahram, a good man like that, so women as beautiful as anything will not be able to snatch Mr. Ardi from Mba Najma," said Bu Ani.

"Especially your hijab does not cover the chest, it is not tied to the back of the hijab, parsed aja to the front, and wear kaoskaki, it is also aurat, here all who work here, are asked so, maybe Mba Najma forgot to tell you.." continued Ms. Ani.

Before long, Najma and Ardi who had changed clothes with a polo shirt sat at the dining table, both half wet hair like a shower.

"That's Mba Najma don't wear a hijab, and the clothes are also short" said Fifi.

"Ya Mba Najma is his wife, you can only see his wife so, so is Mba Najma, only Mr. Ardi is allowed to see her without a hijab," said Bu Ani.

'Ah... lucky Mba Najma her husband is handsome and just look at it, hopefully one day I also have a husband like that,' Inner Fifi.