TWENTY
SEASON TWO ~ Raise to So Many Times

I saw my mom's face change. In my heart I laughed with satisfaction. "But thank God the results did not disappoint!" I also showed the test kit in front of my mom.

"Square line." Mama shut her mouth in disbelief. We both hugged and cried.

I did not expect to be a mother, and a mother who had long been waiting for the presence of a grandson. Papa then looks from the doorway. I wear a casual dress to go fishing.

"Who? You two are here. Papa's looking everywhere ain't no." Papa walked over to us.

Seeing me and my mother together teary eyes made him frown. "Why are you guys so early in the morning? Nala, so go with Papa fishing?"

Anxious mom directly hit papa's arm. "You're it! Ruining the moment. Your child is pregnant! We want to have a grandchild. Now still thinking about taking Nala out fishing?" mama said nagging papa.

Papa's reaction was rather long. Maybe his brain is still trying to digest slowly. "Wait around! So Nala's pregnant?" tanyanya who embraced mama.

"God willing!" Papa hugged me tightly. Swiping the top of my head and kissing it affectionately. "Papa's son wants to be a mother."

"Hm."

Mama who had originally let go of my embrace joined me and papa. Sharing the warmth of happiness. In the middle of the blue hug event, suddenly papa's stomach rang loudly. Very damaging to the mood. It makes the three of us laugh.

"Papa is hungry. Down yuk! We have breakfast," take papa and walk out first. But when at the door papa stopped his steps and turned back, facing me again. "Oh yes, don't forget Alif was told. His own father's time later."

"Yes Pa" I said. Make papa smile with relief then step out of the room and followed by mama.

The phone that I was still charging is now back in my grasp. Turn on the power then look for Mas Alif contacts. "Here we meet!" I immediately pressed the symbol to call.

Connected, but still unsealed. I repeated it again, and finally the call was connected. "Assalamu'alaikum Mas."

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Just hearing one answer greeting from him has made my tears come back. Do I miss him that much? Moreover, I heard his voice was already not as cold as before.

"Hello? Nala?"

"Eh. Yes Mas. I just want to say something to you. So, you can go home today?"

"Can." Mercifully. I thought he would reject my invitation this time.

"Okay, if that's what I'm doing,"

"Wait!" I immediately kept the phone away from my ear, Mas Alif suddenly shouted. I'm surprised.

"Why Mas?"

"Don't hang up the phone."

"Oh okay. What's up?"

"The package I sent has not arrived yet?"

"Huh? Package?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"There was no courier coming home. What did Mas Alif say?"

"Consecret. Now try to open the front door. Who knows if the package has arrived." This secretive Mas Alif just makes me curious.

"Oh yes."

"Yes, I hung up the phone! Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

I hurried out of the room and down the stairs. Passing papa who is reading the newspaper at the dinner table, and mama who is preparing food.

"Nlala! Come down be careful!" Mama warned me with her flagship spatula.

I almost forgot. Now there's another body in my stomach. So from now on I can't think of myself, there's this little guy who needs special attention. "Hehehe. Sorry Ma! Forgot."

"Where are you going? Hurrying too?"

"To the front Ma. Just stop!" Without waiting for my mother's next reply I continued my steps into the living room. But this time it went more carefully.

Cklek!

When I opened the door, there was a man behind me. Wearing a typical orange uniform from the post office. Mas Alif said, the package has arrived.

"Ekhm! Excuse me?" I told you to get this courier to face me.

"With Nala's mother?" ask the courier but still behind me.

"Yes, with me."

"There's a delivery for Mom."

Yeah, where's the package? The father was still behind me. If only mama who opened the door, must have been hit using this bapaka spatula because it was not polite.

"Yes Sir. Now where's the package?"

Finally the father turned his back and faced perfectly towards me. Her face was covered in a mask, and her right hand carried a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

"This is the delivery ma'am. A flower package complete with my heart." The courier said so while opening his mask. How surprised I was to find someone who was behind the black mask.

"Mas Alif!" I immediately threw myself at him and he immediately greeted my embrace.

The stupid shit with the licking event I planned would last a long time. Two days of not seeing each other has made me miss and stress thinking about it all the time.

"Ekhm! You're both. If you want romantic get into the house there. Shame to see the neighbors." Mas Alif and I let go of a hug after hearing the words of papa that suddenly came.

"Gee! Papa!" I pretended to be pouting. Mas Alif greeted Papa and kissed his hand.

"How are you doing Pa?" ask Mas Alif when we enter the house.

"Thank God be good" replied the father. Then next he lowered his reading glasses to under his nose and observed the appearance of Mas Alif.

"You're a postman now?" Papa's question made him stop stepping.

"Not Pa, it was a surprise to Nala, on purpose" Mas Alif said, nudging my shoulder. What the hell?

"Oh so. Yes, you've finished this directly come to breakfast. Dad, wait in the dining room." Papa then passed from before me and Mas Alif .

"Well, where did you get that shirt from?"

"From Mr. Post who was not deliberately papasan di-, O Allah!" Mas Alif did not continue his sentence, instead patting his forehead slowly.

"I'm out for a second! Poor sir the post is still waiting in front of the gate!" Alif ran out of the house again. A few minutes later, it was back in front of me.

"You are Mas! There's-there's just." I didn't think about his actions just now.

"It's for surprise. How's it? You're surprised?" tanyakanya.

"You just sit down, I'll go upstairs and put this flower first" I said after we got to the dining room.

Along with Mas Alif who joined the mama and papa, I went to the room to put the flowers. Smiles continue to rise on my lips. Arriving at the flower room, I kept on. By this means my problem and Mas Alif are almost done. My heart's leg.

*******

"How are you doing these two days?" my many.

We're both in the room. My plan to go fishing with Papa failed to remember my current condition. So papa has left first, while mama has gone to her friend's house for arisan. I know they both purposely gave me and Mas Alif more room to talk.

"Not as good as when you're next to me. The house feels very quiet. No one was waiting for me when I came home from work with a smile, no one reminded me when I ate late. Anyway eating is not good, not sleeping well."

"Thousand! Love this husband. Nothing to take care of, right?" godaku while playing a thin brew Mas Alif that began to grow.

"Hm. I miss you, baby!" he said, then put my nose slowly.

"Yes. I'm Mas too. It feels like there's nothing less if there's no you next to me."

Alif did not answer me. Merely, my finger grabbed him in his grasp. His gaze stared straight at the bead of my eyes. "I realize I've been too blinded to jealousy. To the point that I won't listen to you, ignore you, and also make you shed tears. Sorry, my dear!"

Mas Alif pulled my body into his arms. There I poured out all the flavors. Missing, happy, happy, all mixed into one.

"I'm sorry too! I was too afraid to be honest. I think too much of a no-no which is not necessarily the truth. If only I had been honest earlier, everything would have been fine" I said, still in his arms.

Mas Alif stroked my long hair and kissed my head gently. "Yes, here we are both wrong. But that way, we both learn from this problem."

"Hm." I'm nodding.

Suddenly I was reminded of a big thing that made my family cry blue this morning. If Mas Alif knew, he would be very happy. Just thinking of a way to tell her makes me nervous.

"Emm. um." I looked up at her face, and she looked down at me who called her name.

"What's wrong?"

I let go of her embrace. Then walk to the closet to pick up a box that I prepared beforehand. My heart was pumping so fast when I showed the box to Mas Alif, looking forward to how it would react.

"Here you are, I have a gift for you." I gave the box in his hand.

Mas Alif's shriveled forehead clearly showed a gurat of confusion. "I think I'm the only one who's going to give you a gift, it's you too" he said, humming to me.

"Yes dong. I'm sure this will be more surprising than your surprise to me this morning." I took back a seat beside him.

"Oh yeah? For what?"

"For my love for you!" my cock which was even given a pinch by Mas Alif on my nose.

"That's a big deal! Whose wife is this?!" Mas Alif framed my face with his two hands, then moved my head. Feels like a father holding his baby. He himself wants to be a father. Hehe.

"The Wife is Alif dong!" proudly answer. "Let's open Mas!"

"Yes-yes. What the hell is he? How rich you are so enthusiastic."

"Udah. Open it."

The moments when Mas Alif opened his box made me hold my breath in nervousness. The sound of drum beats seemed to be the background of my tension. While Mas Alif's face is still relaxed so. But when the box is perfectly open and displays a pregnancy test that has shown two lines to make his face change. He took the device and showed it to me.

"Darling? Meaning this..." Mas Alif was at a loss for words, I could only nod to respond.

"God willing! I finally want to be a dad!" I can't believe Mas Alif's eyes are watering and crying. Which in the end is also contagious to me who follow crying.

"Darling? This is real, right? Not dreams?"

"Not Mas. It´s real. You're gonna be a father, and I'm gonna be a mother."

Mas Alif hugged me tight. Then raised my body high and twisted it while shouting pleasure. "Alhamdulillah! I'm gonna be a dad!"

It turns out that the euphoria of welcoming the first pregnancy feels this fun. Everyone welcomes the presence of my baby. Especially with Alif. This tough looking man apparently shed his tears so happy. Today I will never forget. 

Mas Alif dropped me off in bed. He suddenly took a seat down then held my stomach. The rubbing of my flat stomach was lovingly.

"Assalamu'alaikum Abi's son-in-law. All right there yeah! Take care of Umi from inside. But don't bother Umi either! Healthy always. Here Abi and Umi love you." Alif kissed my stomach. This moving moment feels so beautiful.

My hand stroked the head of Mas Alif who was still leaning on my stomach. It was like trying to hear life from inside.

"Good yes Mas, call Abi with Umi. I like it."

"Yes. That was my wish after marrying you, dear. Wanted to be called Abi by our children."

"Hopefully, in the future it will happen. Amiin."

"Mother."

Mas Alif put me on the bed. Just like the mama earlier, she also treated me as if I was a fragile thing. The reason is always the same, to take care of me and the baby. Even though I feel fine. If sleep continues to die of boredom later.

"Oh yeah, when are we going home, baby?" ask Mas Alif.

Hearing the word come home made me feel sad. As if to know with the change in my face, Mas Alif asked again. "Aren't you going home yet?"

"Yes Mas. I don't know why, I still want to stay here. I miss this room."

"Is this perhaps his wish?"

"Maybe" I answered simply.

Uh. Suddenly I remembered something. A smile immediately flashed on my lips. "Mas!" call me.

"Hm." He still rubs my stomach.

"If you are pregnant, do you usually crave? And his request must be obeyed. So-so,"

"Don't think macem-macem! All I did was ask the baby for dedek. So you don't take advantage of the opportunity." I haven't finished my talk yet, but Mas Alif cut it off right away. Which is really his guess.

"Yeah! Time if his mother asked not to be obeyed anyway?" My face I made as clear as possible.

"Yes-yes. Ordered. But don't be weird!"

"No promise. Hehe." Mas Alif immediately pinched my chubby cheeks.

"Eh Honey?" Mas Alif's face suddenly became serious after pinching my cheek. Then he watched me for goals. Is there something wrong with my appearance?

"Why Mas?" 

"You're getting fat, huh?" then he laughed satisfied.

"MAAAS!!!" I threw him in the face with a pillow. Let it fall from the bed. It's good why I'm fat! I only contain.