The womb 1 billion
Eps 130 Candidates for the Throne

The dark night now changes with the movement of the sun, so continuously until 10 years pass.

Yes, at this time the age of the Monita and Ilham household has walked 10 years along with the age of Dikta who has also entered elementary school.

During the ten-year period, the Adhitama family enjoyed their time together with the next heir to the throne, Dikta Anugerah Adhitama.

For ten years, there was no problem that was so meaningful present in their lives as it had been, there was only joy to accompany the growth and development of Dikta. The boy grew up to be a handsome, funny, smart, but notoriously nosy little boy in the Adhitama family.

Dikta Adhitama, although he was born from a rich family, but did not make him grow up to be a spoiled child. In fact, he was so close and unequal with all the employees who worked in his magnificent house. Without choosing people, Dikta is often nosy to servants, drivers, security, bodyguards and even gardeners.

At that time, precisely on a sunny morning, Monita and Ilham were sitting in the garden behind their house. While enjoying a cup of tea made by his beloved wife, Ilham continued to look proudly at Dikta who at that time seemed so engrossed in playing ball with some male servants in his home.

“What are you looking at? Why smile for yourself?” Monita asked with a frown. His hands continued to stroke his stomach which was now already bloated.

Yes, now they are waiting for their second child who will soon be born into the world, Monita content has entered the age of 9 months and entered the status of alert one for him and also Inspiration.

“Look at how our son grew into a humble child, I am grateful he did not inherit my hard and cold nature.”

“But make no mistake, you inherited your old nature on him.”

Inspiration only chuckled, it was true what his wife said. Dikta inherited the nosy and tough nature of Ilham, even Ilham was only a quarter of the Dikta.

In the next second, Ilham grabbed Monita's hand and kissed her on the back of the wife's hand with a full spirit.

“Thank you so much for coming into my life and giving birth to a son for me and now you too are pregnant with your next heir.”

“No need to thank, we do need each other, I am also very grateful to be loved by a man like you. I am so relieved, with Ilham, I can get through the difficult times in my life and now my life feels perfect.” Monita smiled and rested her head on the shoulder of Ilham.

After talking and expressing their feelings, they returned to focus on looking at the son who was now throwing his ball at one of the servants in front of him.

“Look baby, he's so similar to you.” Monita said with her unfettered eyes to the baby.

“Yes, he's handsome like me, I'm becoming more and more convinced that he's my son.” Answer the inspiration calmly.

Hearing Ilham's reply, Monita's countenance changed immediately, her sweet smile faded, the head that had been leaning spoiled on the husband's shoulder was now upended, and the voice of the man was broken, accompanied by an unusually sharp gaze as if wanting to skin Ilham alive.

“Why baby?” Ask the unconscious mind as well.

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean dear?” Ask the Inspiration who still do not understand.

“What do you mean by saying that you are increasingly convinced that Dikta is your son, have you been unsure? Do you look like a cheap woman who presents the body to many men huh?!” Omel Monita with a slightly raised voice while tucking the waist.

Hearing that Ilham so ketar ketir, the look on his face looks panicked and he looks excited.

“Sorry baby I misspoke, I mean not so, hehehe forgive me dear.” Refer to Inspiration by putting on his sweetest smile.

“Do not get angry dong dear, later beautiful lost.” The temptation of Inspiration continues to persuade the wife.

Monita is actually not angry especially just because of trivial problems. But it was the effect of hormones that turned Monita into what she is today. He becomes irritable, easy to cry and easily improves.

But Ilham did not despair in persuading his wife, he still tried to hug Monita and his hand was always pushed aside by the wife because it was so upset.

“Darling, I've apologized, I mean, I'm proud to have a child like Dikta and he's really my son because our faces are so similar.” Clearly Ilham again with a face pleading for forgiveness to his wife.

Now Ilham has transformed into a man who is half-dead. Like dead love, Inspiration is no longer interested in any woman. In her eyes there was only Monita, in her heart there was also only Monita's name engraved there. Although until now there are still many young women who pursue their love, but Ilham did not budge at all.

A few seconds later, a ball floated up and landed right on Monita's head.

“Awww.” Monita grimaces in pain.

Seeing that, Ilham laughed instead, he laughed not because he did not feel sorry for Monita, only he knew it was a rubber ball, so it could not hurt if it hit the head.

“Hahahaha it's got’ its sap. You anyway, my husband scolded.” Ledek Ilham who still continues to show his laughter.

The treatment of Inspiration made Monita grow furious. He again raised a deadly gaze towards the husband and throbbed annoyed while rubbing his head.

But Ilham was not disappointed at all, he still continued to laugh at him.

Before long, the handsome Dikta came to Monita.

“Mama, sorry yes Dikta accidentally, hurt ya ma?” Tanya Ilham while rubbing her mother's head.

“My dear son.” Monita also acted as if in pain and suddenly hugged her son.

“Ma? Why is my mom crying? What's it like to hurt so much?” Tanya Dikta felt more guilty.

“Actually not too sick dear, ta-but..” Monita continues to act as if to be the saddest woman in the world.

While Ilham was silent while staring confused at his wife who was acting.

“But what ma?”

“But your papa is so happy to continue laughing at your mama is non-stop dear.” Answer Monita who was deliberately made to sound so heartbreaking.

Dikta rubbed his mother's back and released a hug from the mother then turned to look at his father who was still stunned watching his wife's acting in front of the child.

“Papa, should papa should not be so, should the head mama dielus not even papa laugh so.”

“Ta-but baby, it doesn't hurt at all, it's just a rubber ball dear.” Inspiration is still trying to defend itself.

Hearing that, Monita returned to acting in tears.

“Tu is a crying mama, it's a sign that it hurts a lot. We as men have to take care of our mother and protect her. Can't make mama cry.” Dikta advised and then shook his head.

His son's speech was so wise that it made Monita moved, then she turned to look at the husband and stuck out her tongue because it felt so free.

Finally, Inspiration relented and admitted defeat.

“Alright, for my dear child and wife, papa apologise yes dear.”

“Ok.” Dikta replied while displaying her sweet smile.

But Monita remained unmoved, she did not rub her husband's words while folding her hands on her stomach.

Seeing this, Dikta approached her mother again and her tiny hands shook Monita's arms.

“Ma let's shake hands, papa has apologized.”

“Iya darling, let's shake hands.” Buuk Ilham while staring flirtatious at his wife.