THE SECRETARY'S BED TEMPTATION
Thanks, Honey...
From the time she left Obgyn's doctor's room until now, she never stopped smiling and talking. The middle-aged woman was very happy because her guess was very precise. The news of Amara's pregnancy gave a little color and fresh air in the midst of the problems that are plaguing.
Even with Amara who had been relentlessly smacking a smile while rubbing her stomach that was still flat. Between believe and not, if he is really two-bodied now. Ah, it deserves that the condition of his body these few days is very different. His mood sometimes also changed, and worse he did not realize anything. In fact, the signs are clearly visible.
Is it possible because he is too busy taking care of Kasih, to the point of not thinking too much about the monthly guests?
'Mas Galang must have been horrified by this news. I can't wait for him to come.' Amara saturate, imagining the response and reaction of the husband later. Eventually, he and Galang will become parents.
"Mom," the call of Love, made Amara turn her head.
"Yes?" Amara smiled, then rubbed the top of Kasih's head. "Why, Son?"
"Congratulations, yes, Ma. I want to have a baby's grandpa." Love is sincere. She was the happiest first person when she heard Amara was pregnant. "Let's have a little sister again."
"Thank you, sweetie." Amara bowed, peeping at Kasih's forehead. "Eat him, Love must be a spirit of healing. Let the spit heal later can play with sister," he said encouraging Kasih.
"Yes, Mom. Love wants to be cured so you can play with baby sister."
Amara nodded. "Of course, hon. Love will heal, really. Trust mom."
"Yes, Love. Grandma, grandfather, keep praying for Love to heal. So we can later go for a walk together," timpal mami, giving additional spirit for the grandson.
"Yes, Grandma."
"Printers...." Mami rubbed the top of Kasih's head. His hope must have been greater in the healing of Love. As much as possible you throw away negative thoughts that will only make you sad.
As a grandmother who has just felt togetherness with her grandchild, of course, my mother has a desire, so that God still gives her time, spend the rest of her life with her grandchildren.
"Guard so get here, Ra?" ask Amara.
"So, Pi. Maybe maleman" replied Amara. "What's the matter, Pi?" Amara frowned, seeing the sudden change in the appearance of the papi worried. In fact, just now the middle-aged man looked happy.
"Nothing. Papi just ask." Papi replied with a headband accompanied by a stiff smile. "Mi, papi to Maya's room first. Today's the therapy."
"Yes, Pi. Later Mami will go there," said mami.
Papi left the room, and immediately headed to the room of the princess who is currently on a therapy schedule.
"Mi, why Papi?" ask Amara after papi gets out of there. "The romance watch Papi's face richly anxious so." Papi's anxiety seems to be contagious to Amara. The heart of the woman is too sensitive to the people around her.
Mami pulled out the chair under Kasih's bed, then landed her ass there. "Regular... Papi if Maya wants therapy like it," he replied casually as if it was no longer surprising.
Since Maya underwent therapy, papi always accompanied. But he never slept well after that. Papi kept ringing Mayan speech.
Mami's story certainly makes Amara more curious. Little did he know about the development of Maya's mental changes. However, he also has not had time to meet with psychologists who helped Maya so far.
"Love...." Amara looked at Kasih who had been listening to her chatter.
"Yes, Mom."
"Love bobok first, yeah. Later in the afternoon Kasih will also have a chemo schedule," said Amara, he just did not want Kasih to hear about Maya and all her therapies. As much as possible Amara covered it from Love, so that the child's mind was not too depressed.
Love nodded and obeyed Amara's orders. Both of his sweets were then closed because indeed he was already sleepy. The effects of the drugs he took.
Seeing that Love was asleep, Amara got out of bed. Walking around the bed approaching mami. "Mi, Amara wants to ask, can you?"
"Can...." Mami tilted her body facing Amara while pulling the chair that was still unused. "You sit here" he said, not wanting to see Amara standing.
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"Mas, how are you doing? Anggi started working, didn't he?" asked Amara while wiping the top of Galang's head on his lap. While the man was busy peeling the back of his wife's hand.
"Udah. Even from yesterday." Galang moved to caress Amara's hair that was deliberately freely stroked. Sometimes he sniffs her.
Yes, at Amara's persuasion, Anggi finally wants to return to work in the office. For the sake of love, his best friend also gave up.
"Thankful, huh. So I'm not troubled anymore."
"Yes.that's why I'm bringing the schedule here. You already miss my wife," said Galang to the nose of Amara.
A smile rose on Amara's lips. The intention that had been in his head since noon was immediately expressed.
"Mas... I still want to have kids, right?" Amara asked, looking anxiously at the frowning husband's face. Waiting for a response from the man.
"Why is it all of a sudden?" Galang asked back, got up from Amara's lap, then straightened his back. His body shifted slightly, in order to be able to stare at Amara without distance.
"Yes... You just answer me, right? Why go back to nanya?" Amara's lower lip throttled, suddenly her mood changed.
Clearly, the situation is getting more confused. Not usually Amara looks sulky like this. Grab Amara's hand, then grab her. "Of course I still want to, Ra. I even wish—"
"I'm pregnant, Mom." Amara immediately cut off Galang's words.
A pair of Galang eyebrows shot up, his heart suddenly thumped very quickly. Coupled with a faint nod from Amara increasingly made him almost dumbstruck for a moment. Until in the next second, Galang who began to be able to control the feeling that might have almost exploded then asked, "Seriously? Are you pregnant, honey?"
"Yes, Mas. I pregnant. It's." Amara gave the results of her examination this afternoon to Galang.
"What's this?" Galang received the results of the report with wrinkles that increasingly printed clearly on the forehead. His manic stared alternately between the paper in his hand, then the glassy Amara bead.
"Read it, Mom. That's the report from Dr. Obgyn this afternoon."
Galang first reached out, grabbed the back of Amara's head for her to take slowly forward towards him. Landing a kiss with a long enough duration, as if time felt so very short, to the point that he was not willing to withdraw from the face of his wife ayu.
"Mas believe, honey. I don't need to read this." Galang put the white envelope to the glass table next to him. A confession from Amara is enough.
"But, Mas—" Amara was about to protest but he paused because Galang first cupped his face with his big palm.
"Udah. If you say it directly I must believe," interrupted Galang so that Amara does not argue back. "I'm confused until I can't say anything else to you. This news makes me too happy, dear."
With a happiness that would certainly burst, the tiny body of Amara, Galang tightly clenched. Plied his wife's face with friendly kisses without anyone being missed.
Eventually, he will have a child. Something he's been waiting for all this time.
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The harshness of life makes Suci— 12th grade students forced to work part-time at a nightclub to finance their own school. Being insulted and reviled was already his daily meal at school. The scorn on her can't be avoided when her friends think she's a dirty girl. Yes, Saints are despicable and filthy, but that is his business with his Lord.
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