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Atan carried Tyra's weak body, with a sweaty forehead and a pale face holding back the pain in his stomach to the car. After receiving a call from Tyra earlier, Atan immediately rushed towards the lover's house. He even drives at high speed without remembering his own safety. His thoughts were chaotic, a bad shadow about Tyra's state filled his mind, as a result of which he was unaware of what he was currently doing.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at the hospital where Karen's doctor was practicing and luckily, the middle-aged doctor was on a night schedule there.

Tyra was immediately taken into the action room. The loyal Atan accompanied Tyra, not taking off the slightest bit of do'a and holding his hand on Tyra's palm that felt cold. Atan never felt this scared.

A crisp voice and occasional complaints of pain rang out from Tyra's pale lips. But after that, Atan was asked to come out of the room for a while and wait outside.

After about thirty minutes passed, Atan was allowed to go back to the place where Tyra had received treatment and treatment there.

Doctor Karen greeted Atan with a warm smile, and a gentle greeting asked for news. Atan who panicked from the beginning also looked a little calm because of the doctor's facial expression.

“My news is good, doc.” the answer is short. He took the time to glance at Tyra who turned out to have looked calm with an infusion in her hand. His face was not as pale as before either.

“Maybe Tyra will be treated until tomorrow morning, yes.”

Atan looked back at Karen, then nodded in understanding.

“She's exhausted. Fortunately, after the examination, the baby was fine. Only Tyra is limp and needs a lot of rest so that he can recover quickly. Tyra should temporarily remain in my custody here.”

Atan exhaled, he felt relieved once now. His fetus and Tyra were fine, and he knew the pain Tyra felt because his body was exhausted.

“The eating pattern is irregular. And Tyra also had a story if he only ate breakfast.”

Atan turned back to Tyra. Then walk behind the doctor Karen to Tyra.

“For Tyra, please take care of her diet huh. Now the food intake in your body is divided for two people, you know. For you personally, and for the little one in there.” Karen said as she pointed at Tyra's flat stomach and did not look bloated at all.

Tyra was silent. To nod his head was still too heavily moved.

“If you don't want and can't eat rice at all, try it again. Try other foods, bread for example. Let's not lemes. Milk also do not get late.”

This time Tyra nodded and forced a smile.

“Previous before entering the age of one month to eat right? Well, now try again to eat kayak so.”

After talking a lot as a solution to the problem of pregnancy, and also an explanation of the pregnancy vitamins, doctor Karen left Tyra and Atan both. Atan's gaze locked onto Tyra's pale face, until her bead suddenly water. Without wasting any time, Atan hugged Tyra. This might be a marriage test for them.

“Please don't force it if you can't. I'm afraid something will happen to you.” whispered Atan. “If indeed you still want to finish the job, at least remember if now you are no longer alone. Inside you is our son. So eat so there is energy. Let you be strong, okay?”

Tyra nodded. This is indeed his fault of not being able to maintain his own health and now impact on the content.

“I love you.”

***

Tyra is now allowed to go home. Atan takes a leave of absence to accompany Tyra back from the hospital. He took care of Tyra all day, feeding, fulfilling everything Tyra wanted and needed.

“I want to eat duck rice usually.” said Tyra, interrupting Atan who was busy with his phone to check work. It's still afternoon.

“Eum? Want to eat ducks? C'mon.” Atan said quickly while keeping his phone back in his pocket and walking closer to Tyra. He sat down beside Tyra and rubbed the head of the woman he loved so much. His love was already fertile for Tyra. He'll love that woman to no end, Without Ending.

Atan gasped, but in the end smiled. Whether forcing a meal or wanting it, most importantly Tyra wants to put something into her stomach for energy and nutrition.

“Sini, let me help her hair.” Atan's pinta that makes Tyra approach quickly and put on a happy face. “After meals, want to take a walk?” he continued while pulling together Tyra's hair and tying it neatly.

“Back home. I want to rest.”

“Good lord my beautiful daughter.”

They also walked out of the house to Atan's car which had been parked in front of the fence of Tyra's house. They head to the diner house which has always been their favorite place to complete the weekend after dating. Arriving, Atan ordered two servings of his favorite fried duck rice and also Tyra, two warm drinks, and one glass serving of jumbo guava fruit juice as Tyra wishes.

Do not know why, near Atan this appetite and energy Tyra like back as usual. It should be noted and underlined, only if it is near Atan, yes.

Tyra's head suddenly shook his head in light of his own behavior. Ah, maybe this is the baby's wish, ' said his own father. Funny right? Is there anything like this? People crave, but cravings even the stock planter? The effect, bucin so good.

Tyra's pregnancy is two months old now. Atan was astonished, but was grateful in his heart when he saw Tyra eating voraciously. He even watched Tyra carefully how the lover and future mother of his son ate all the dishes on the table deftly, like people a week do not eat.

“Pelan-pelannya, dear.” reprimand Atan did not want to see Tyra choked or later ended up spewing again food because it was too full. “I'm afraid you're throwing up—”

“Not really. Still want to eat a lot.”

In the mind of Atan, yasudah, rather than filling the stomach.

“Iya, tau. But eat it slowly, baby.”

Tyra only nodded but did not reduce his devotional eating his duck rice.

“Why don't you eat?” tyra said after swallowing his food. He found Atan just silently watching himself who was taking this and that, drinking juice and warm tea, but not feeding rice into his mouth.

“Yes, just a moment. You like to see you eat so voraciously.” replied Atan with a small laugh, which managed to make Tyra's face slightly blushed and lips pursed in embarrassment.

“Udah ih, eat first.” cebik Tyra annoyed because it was the material of Atan's attention that always and still managed to make him blush.

Then, in a gentle and affectionate tone, Atan grabbed Tyra's palm, rubbing it gently without cutting off her eyes from Tyra's face the more day it became, the more beautiful she looked in his eyes.

“Healthy yes, darling. I can't see you sick, let alone see you like yesterday. I kind of lost myself when I saw you in so much pain.”

Tyra replies to Atan's romanticization with a sweet smile.

“Iya, darling. Sorry for making you worry about me and our son.”

Atan lowered his gaze toward Tyra's stomach, then monologued to the little guy who was in the stomach of his mother.

“Dad please help mom get through this yeah, baby. I love you both, and I promise you, once you're official and allowed to be with mom, I'll take care of you with all your soul and body. Dad will try to be a good father to you, and a good husband to our mama.”

Hearing Atan say that, Tyra shed tears because, Atan is typical of men who are difficult to say romantic. But, once talking like this actually made Tyra unable to hold back her cries.

”Dad love you and your mama. Forever, without any final word.” []

...—To be continue—...

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There are short pantuns for the faithful to monitor TyTan,

Mang Aming selling tomatoes,

Without Ending will be over, ' ''is over.