THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 91 - REALLY?

The smell of the seafood store we used to go to felt so different. The smell of fishy sea like mixed with the scent of blood that is similar. Wallahus.

I actually have eaten seafood several times in this place.

The taste of the cuisine is delicious and the processed seafood is also fresh. Ordinarily.

I don't know why I feel so bad today. My smell is a little bad.

Until suddenly...

"Sister..."

Someone called.

Katliya?!? What's he gonna do around here?

Jonathan was even more shocked than me.

"Sister... Help me!"

I just looked at him without talking. My husband's hand was on standby flanking me back to the parking lot where our vehicle was parked.

Now I realize, Mas Jonathan is much more possessive than me. Only Katliya, a woman who is pregnant. Not a man who pursues love. Hm.

We stopped eating seafood that night. And go far away from the woman named Katliya.

Jonathan even invited me to eat meatballs after the car he was driving drove about one or two kilometers from the seafood restaurant.

"Don't talk about anything!"

My husband seemed to have guessed what I was going to say. Of course I just smiled. Jonathan knows me more and more inside out. Of course there is fun but also amused funny.

We completely forgot about the incident with Katliya just now.

Besides being lazy to connect with people who bring problems, we also do not want to go back to having any relationship. Because there is nothing more to fix. Breaking up is the best.

Eating meatballs is fresh. But after that my stomach became sick and nausea wanted to vomit.

Jonathan stopped by the side of the road a few times because I wanted to vomit. But strangely not. Only spit occasionally with a conscious state and bismillah beg for the protection of Allah Ta'ala.

My husband even rinsed my neck and shoulders with aromatherapy medicinal oil. Let it be more delicious he said.

Even my sleep at night is not good. Hot air, sultry also uneasy uneasy. But I don't know what makes this heart float.

Fajr prayer was somewhat reduced time dzikirnya because the condition of the body is less fit.

Jonathan began to worry about seeing me like this.

The morning news at seven was shocking. News of a large pregnant woman to death following the baby in the womb.

"Astaghfirullahal...!!!"

And the most surprising thing is, the pregnant woman is Katliya. He passed away right in front of the seafood restaurant where we met last night.

Oh God!!! I should have smelled fresh blood last night when I had just arrived at that restaurant last night! Apparently...

Me and Jonathan can only look at each other. Not many voices were also confused as to what to react to.

Just be quiet and pray in your heart, may Katliya husnul khatimah and received his charity.

Our hands hold each other. Trying to strengthen each other.

Age, soul mate and destiny no one knows.

Katliya had to die at a young age.

There is a little regret in the heart. If I had responded last night, it would have been another story.

But.as...,

grep.

Again my husband understood my heart.

He immediately grabbed my shoulder while shaking quickly. I could hear her screams yelling, "It's not your fault, honey!"

I can only rely on the Almighty. A dead man's life has been arranged without the slightest mistake. This has indeed become Katliya's lifeline.

Irsyad has reportedly been detained by the police for fraud and online gambling booming a year ago. Waiting to knock the judge's hammer to drop the verdict.

Since the fall of Eyang Subur as a magic shaman who is known to be qualified as well as an evil shaman who is humble to dare to accept his patient's request as long as his dowry match his wishes, all his loyal patients are uprooted one by one.

Something ends tragically and ends in death. Like Bambang who deliberately obliterated his own life.

Even until now the state of the perverted and sadistic shaman was his physical and psychological state rocking badly.

Now even the shaman who has a mental disability body soul. Blind eyes, the body just lying on a shabby bed, the smell of puffiness, dirt scattered everywhere.

Really disgusting life.

A large house that was once full of expensive furniture made abroad had, one by one the lost in the transport of his descendants who thirst for treasure but do not care.

Fertile every day, every hour even every second can only scream. Screaming and also roaring in pain in solitude.

Such is. His crimes backfired for his own life.

Holy to Allah with His Word.

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The second day, my condition did not improve. It's even getting worse and worse this feeling.

My husband who started to understand with the advantages I had recently immediately kept me so protective.

Moreover, he began to parno and was afraid that my current situation had something to do with the death of Katliya and the baby in her womb.

Jonathan was worried that my pain would be prolonged.

"We're going to the doctor, Yang! Must be general check up. Your condition makes me anxious!"

That's how she is. My most beloved and loving husband.

With a half-natured heart because I did not like to go to the hospital, I finally followed Mas Jonathan's invitation.

Examination is rather slow when the patient is quite a lot and the smell of drugs that sting makes me less strong. My face is pale. My lips are still holding back the more unwarranted taste.

"Doctor, does my wife need hospitalization?"

Even the one who interacts a lot of talk is actually Mas Jonathan, not me The Patient.

The general practitioner who checks actually gives a referral to obgyn doctors aka obstetricians.

Of course my heart beats faster. Anxiety began to engulf the soul.

I had uterine sac surgery because the cysts in her ovaries turned into malignant tumor attacks and had to be removed immediately. Now, what...my uterus is back in trouble? But.., I have no complaints despite intercourse up to three times. Only the body aches and the knees are limp due to the stylized variety of ways.

That night I was also escorted by my husband to continue the examination in the Obstetrics and Gynaecology Specialist's room which is generally called the obstetrician.

Thank God, the doctor is a woman. I'm worried about getting a male doctor. Condolence at once can not enjoy asking things of femininity that is rather specific.

"Mother Liana Wulandari, congratulations yes, there is a six-week-old fetus in the mother's womb. It is still a period of adjustment, so unusual tastes such as flatulence, nausea, vomiting, cramps in the abdominal muscles as well as mood changes are normal reactions in early pregnancy."

Huh uh?!?

My mind blanked for a moment.

"So, is the doctor not misdiagnosed?" I just don't believe it.

"Why, Mom? Have you and your father used safety during intercourse?"

Me and Jonathan looked at each other.

Then I quickly shook my head.

"No. But I had a surgical removal of a cyst tumor cyst in the uterine sac about seven years ago, Doc!"

"Alhamdulillah means, Mom! Did you program the pregnancy?"

"No, Doc! I am a pessimist who can get pregnant and give birth. The problem is that I have not had children too when it has been a long time and really want to have. I thought, my uterus is so unhealthy that it's a little hard to get a child."

Doctor Tisa SpOG smiled slightly.

"That means this news is good news for the family of Mother Father of course! Hehe... Congratulations yes, healthy always and still maintain health and diligently check the contents to check the condition of the fetus in the mother's stomach."

"Thank you very much, Doctor! Thank you!"

Like dream. Jonathan smiled widely until his row of white teeth looked beautiful to the eye.

"Yes! Thank God, I'm so happy!"

"Wait, Mom! Please do not be happy until we try to see another doctor. I'm afraid I just misdiagnosed it!" I still can't believe it.

It's really like a dream in broad daylight. I was afraid it was just a hallucination.

Oh Allah.... Please protect us from the evils of the slander of the world. Aami...

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