THE UNIVERSE IS FOLLOWING US
CHAPTER 125

"Do we go see a doctor, honey?"

Dira shook his head. It feels like her pregnancy is still corn-sized. Not in a few months. It's certain that in the check it does not appear there is a fetus. That's what he heard at the seminar.

"But I'm curious, baby." replied Juna.

The reason was last related when his wife just finished her period. That was still time in Bandung. It was now one week after they left the city of Bandung. After the very strange case of Maria.

"Patience, yes, mas. We wait a week. It's still too small. It doesn't look neutral yet. Just got symptoms. I can't wait to see our child. But not now, my mom. Wait about a week or two, yeah."

"No problem, honey. Whatever the outcome of this news will make me happy. You're craving what I'm gonna do."

"Hopefully I don't crave anything, Mom. Because I'm afraid I'll trouble you. I'm enough to pray for our son to be healthy until he's born." Juna put a kiss on Dira's forehead. A very unexpected gift. Just like one year ago, where the surprise came on his birthday.

"Now I say the same, Ayu and Tio. About your pregnancy."

"No need, Mas. They were the first to know about my pregnancy. They were the first ones who were sprightly when I almost fainted in the room earlier."

"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know you had passed out. Later I will reduce the work schedule so that more at home. Let's take care of you and our son." Juna rubbed his wife's stomach still flat.

"No need, Mom. I can go to my mom's place or Ayu's. You take it easy, diligent work for the sake of our son." Dira took the husband's hand to rub again into his stomach.

Azan magrib. Juna invited Dira to pray together at home mosque. In addition to saying Alhamdulillah when getting abundant sustenance and favors from Allah SWT, sometimes there are people who make a prostration of gratitude and read a prayer of thanksgiving. .One of the sustenance that God gives is the coming of their child-to-be.

Sustenance is a blessing given by Allah SWT to His servants. There are so many things that one can do to be excited in seeking sustenance, one of which is to read words about Islamic sustenance.

The Son is one form of sustenance entrusted by Allah SWT. Amanas

The prostration of gratitude is different from the prostration performed during prayer.Sudah thanksgiving is a prostration performed as an expression of gratitude for the unexpected sustenance given by Allah SWT.

After the magrib prayer, Dira also released his mucus to go to the kitchen. He felt very hungry, but had already eaten after Ashar. Juna saw that his wife was no longer behind him. Juna quickly searches for Dira's whereabouts. Juna finds his wife turning on the stove to cook instant noodles.

"Darling, would you like to eat? let me cook here." Juna led his wife to sit on the dining table chair.

Juna turns off the gas stove and saves Indomie. The man took another menu for his wife.

"Kok's in storage, Mas? I want to eat noodles." protested Dira.

"Pregnant mothers are not good at eating instant noodles. Better to eat nutritious. You take it easy, there is chef Juna who cooks special for Miss Arjuna Bramantyo."

"What would you cook?" ask Dira.

"Java fried noodle cooking.but use bihun noodles. Anyway you're sitting here take it easy." Juna blinked his eyes. Dira blushed in embarrassment.

...****...

At 18:00 at the residence of Goddess Savitri.

"Are you ready?" a man standing in front of Savira Gayatri.

Vira nodded small. Her brother could not come because his sister-in-law was not well. The only one who can come is only one. Vira wears a Panji gown. He had refused to wear it. Afraid of the grown man's big head, felt himself responding to Panji's attention. But if he doesn't wear it. Surely the banner will be offended.

Panji's hand led Vira down the stairs. Like a princess who's about to get on a bad train. Vira was sitting perfectly in the car seat. Not long after that, Panji got into the car.

"Thank you" Panji said.

"For?"

"Thank you." Vira looked at the car glass. Let the banner focus on driving.

The night atmosphere in Jakarta looks so beautiful. With the stars scattered in the sky. From the windshield Vira saw children busking at the red light. The little legs ran around several cars. It could endanger their lives.

"Pity of the children. They should be able to study at home. But parents told them to work till night."

Panji smiled at Vira's thought. He agreed with the young girl. Feeling very sorry for the bushy little boy. According to him, it is not time for children of that age to find money, especially at night.

"For one solution, maybe not given money, but given food in order to change a little thought of the busker and not made a livelihood"

"But if they don't have money, what do they eat?" ask Vira.

"Many roads lead to Rome, baby. One of them is counseling from the government to reduce homeless people like them."

Homeless person is someone who has no place to live (home). Homeless people are people who do not have a permanent residence and based on various reasons must live under a bridge, public park, roadside, riverbank, train station, and, or various other public facilities to sleep and run daily life.

"One of them is this, a beggar, a street child or a busker. They also live in slum areas, some under bridges, and sleep in the store's emirate." Panji explained.

"Why is it pinter now, anyway?"

"Oh yes, thank you. You're the thousandth person to say I'm smart." The pennant pinched Vira's cheek.

"Hahahaha. Rather than down on the street." chirped Vira.

Their car has reached the opa Han's house. The Han opa residence is quite far from the urban. Didn't make Vira tired on the way. Mama Dewi was sitting on the terrace with Aunt Maya, one of their distant relatives. Aunt Maya is the niece of the late opa Han's wife.

The pennant came down from the car, opened the door and led Vira. With a white borkat dress, the bottom is allowed to expand according to the characteristics of the wearer.

"Well, you're in perfect harmony with her clothes." praised Aunt Maya.

"Thank you, Auntie." Reply Panji.

Mama Dewi led all her guests gathered in the living room. Vira shriveled strangely looking at all the guests she did not know. Only Aunt Maya did she know, while the others she did not know.

"Who are they, Jaka?" ask Vira.

"Friends of socialites Bu Dewi."

"Well! said family event, why invite a friend Arisan, anyway?" Jaka raised his shoulder. He also did not understand what his employer's nephew's plan was.

"Ma, what's this really about? how did you invite your friend Arisan?"

"Just a minute, son." Mama Dewi approached her friends.

Assalamualaikum. Thank you for coming to dinner at our house. I am Goddess Savitri inviting you to introduce someone.

Banner here, son. You're standing next to Auntie."

Why don't I feel good, huh? inner Vira.

"I want to introduce a handsome and well-established young man. Where will this person be my future daughter-in-law."

Vira widened her eyes to hear her announcement from her mother.