That boy is my wife!
Pregnant

Usut got a mouthwash, after I tried to dig up information from Jiya. About what had happened, until the little boy decided to misunderstand me. And consider him the victim of the accident like this.

Momi, who on Saturday afternoon had ordered each other's neighbors, told Jiya to take orders for her relatives.

Jiya said, it was because Momi was sure that I would be home around three in the afternoon. In addition, because Momi knows I'm a lover of sweets.

Unfortunately, there are obstacles. The next-door neighbor seems to have gone to his shop in the market, and if you take his order mending to the market all at once.

Automatic, Jiya so go to the market to take orders Momi, dong. Only, on the way home. Jiya who went by bicycle. Accidentally see, a small child who wants to be kidnapped using a white sedan car.

In addition, Jiya also became the only witness how the boy's mother tried to give resistance, so that her child was not taken away the kidnapper.

Their actions must stop in a tragic way. That was because from the direction of the other crossroads, Jiya saw a truck with brakes blong speeding at high speed towards them. This led to a traffic accident.

And the death toll that the officer was referring to was not Jiya, but the name of the kidnapper, who happened to be the same as the rese boy.

As for the mother of the boy who almost became a child abduction victim. He was still alive despite receiving injuries and broken bones.

After hearing Jiya's story earlier, I felt relieved. Fortunately, God is still protecting my wife from danger.

"You're great" I said. While kissing jidat Jiya dear.

Making the rese boy immediately cover his own face with both palms. Like a virgin, who just fell in love.

"Om Ferdi, ma'am! Jiya, so embarrassed. Moreover, there is still this grandpa." Jiya spoke with a glance toward the boy who was sound asleep on his lap.

"Well, the guy is sleeping. Shame on why, heh?"

Instead of answering, the rese boy instead stuck me with a new topic.

"Oh yes Om, Jiya also has one more news to talk to Om Ferdi."

Suddenly, Jiya looked me straight in the eyes with a tone of voice that turned serious. In addition, the cat's timid smile on his ayu face, suddenly turned into a face that was difficult to interpret.

"What?" I also said, curious follow.

I saw Jiya smiling widely, until both of her eyes turned into two cute curved lines. Then, exclaim with such passion.

"Om Ferdi, congratulations, for being a father!"

I, who heard Jiya's words, immediately stared for a moment. Not because I'm not happy with the news. However, I was so shocked that I no longer knew what to testify to.

Being a father is not a trivial responsibility. In addition to being a good family leader. A father should also be a role model for his children.

To be honest there is a fear that is tucked in my heart because I have not been able to be a good husband and Jiya craved all this time. However, that pleasure overcame all the worries that had been a thorn in my flesh.

Well, I was so grateful to hear the news Jiya had just delivered. Until unconscious, had hugged the body of the rese boy tightly, while showering his entire face with small kisses.

"Thank you, I'm trying to make a good husband and father for the future."

A few days after the misunderstanding between us. At once, after Jiya was declared really pregnant.

Momi told us to stay for a few days at her house. Me and Jiya don't mind. The two of us, even welcome the request of beloved Momi with so happy.

Just the problem, I feel my body condition has been really messed up lately. In addition to feeling very tired, every morning I also feel nauseous to dizziness in the head.

My mouth which was once a radiant sweet black, now looks like a young mango that was deliberately matured before its time. Not fresh and pretty pale.

Uh, do I have any ulcer symptoms, huh?

"Hukk! Yuck! Uhueek!"

Really, not healed. Today my stomach is more nauseous after being given herbal medicine bratawali made by Momi.

Another case with Jiya, who looks fresh fit as usual. CK, who's pregnant is me what is she, anyway?

"Om, want some milk?" Throwing a glass of vanilla flavored milk that somehow smells make me nauseous all of a sudden. There is still some distance between us.

But, when I saw her appearance and accidentally inhaled the scent of Jiya's vanilla milk. My stomach contents instantly rose up the esophagus and asked to be removed immediately.

Soon, I ran straight to the bathroom. Then vomiting as much as possible, the contents of which are only all clear fluids.

Aye?

I don't think I have any history of my blindness. But why, my vomit is just clear liquid?

Time yes, my view was suddenly blurry because often work in front of a computer screen?

In the midst of my turmoil, the figure of the rese boy suddenly appeared and was already standing in the doorway holding the fragrance of the room.

"Om Ferdi, lately why the hell, so sensitive as the smell? I often vomit every morning. In fact, Jiya who is pregnant is just feeling mediocre," chirped that made my anger rise instantly.

"If you're uncomfortable, say whatever, anyway? Don't stop vomiting, you can crush other people so, "I'm upset.

I saw Jiya's face turn sullen. "Kok, so be angry anyway. But what Jiya said was in accordance with the facts. Why not accept it?!"

"Whispering, I'm lazy to debate with you today" I replied again, with a cynical look.

Jiya herself stared no less cynically at me. Then turned his body back, and waltzed away just like that with a grumbling face. Angrier.

"Huh, Ferdi, Ferdi! Kok lo, so very sensitive really like a girl who is pms!" rutukku was upset, because he was angry at Jiya just now.

And again, I'm a big baper, my God. I am not the usual. Actually, what the hell am I doing, lately?

I don't feel like I've had a change in my physical condition. I also asked for leave, as well as help to Daddy to handle all my company affairs first. Well, until my condition is fully restored.

In addition, I will also find out the cause of my physical condition that suddenly plummeted this drastically.