WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
Muhammad Fadli Anwar's

That night, Anjani sat staring out the window of the room. Silent. He recalled all the words of Doctor Puspita, who advised him to abort his son, who was already known by his gender. Male, well .. the sex is male, according to the expectations of her husband.

“I miss you“ suddenly Anwar comes hugging him from behind.

Anjani blinked, in shock, at the sudden presence of her husband.

“You've eaten??” tanyakanya.

“Already, earlier, the lastri who prepared it“ Anwar stroked his wife's distended stomach from behind, which is now six months old.

“Hmh, sorry I can't accompany you to dinner, because I can't smell the smell of kitchen“ Anjani rubbed her husband's head with her left hand, while her gaze still remains on the view outside the window.

“What's up, baby, tomorrow I'm off work, you want to go for a walk? Must be bored, right?? Stay at home??” bargained for.

“Hmh, I want“ Anjani replied.

“Where do you want to go?” asked Anwar, looking at his wife's face fixed, then raised his wife's face more chuby.

“Eemmhh .. I want to go to lake“ Anjani replied, after looking to think for a while.

“The right choice, I also want to go there“ Anwar replied no less excited.

“Ok“ Anjani releases her husband's hand, then goes up to bed.

Anwar was silent, too many things had changed from his wife, but I don't know what. But as much as possible, he hid his curiosity. Anwar followed his wife's steps, then put her body beside Anjani.

“Hay dear, what else is in there???”  Anwar invites his son to communicate.

“Did you kick your mom again?? Ck don't be naughty yaa” Anwar keeps stroking his wife's stomach.

Anjani fell silent, seeing the drama scene between the boy and the father.

“Ck, you he's still in the stomach already so, what if he's out later??” Anjani pursed her lips.

“Hee .. I thought, no father doesn't love his son, you know baby?? The boy is a picture of his father, waaahhh .. I can't wait for his birth“ Anwar glared, staring at the ceiling of the room, with a bright smile.

“Hmh, are you happy??” anjani asked as she slipped her face, in the chest of her husband's field.

“Ck, you always ask the same thing, obviously that question I have often replied“ Anwar stroked his wife's head gently.

“Sometimes people ask that, not because he does not know the answer, but because he wants to convince“ Anjani closed his eyes, feeling the pain in his stomach that is increasingly felt, even though he has been holding it as hard as he can.

“Yes yes, you are still not sure about me??” asked her husband, looking at his wife who was closing her eyes.

“Yakin, it's just that I want to be more sure“ replied, still stick with his opinion.

“Dad???” Anjani greeted her husband gently.

“Hmh?” the answer.

“Let's make a name for our son“ Anjani raises her head, and stares at her husband's bead.

“Name?? Isn't his birth still three months away???” Anwar scrunched his forehead.

“It's okay, let's make a name for him“ Anjani restyled herself, from sleeping to sitting.

“Alright, who do you want our son's name??” Anwar asked, as he followed his wife sitting cross-legged.

“Terserah, you alone determine“ Anjani support his chin with his hands.

“You have no desire to give him a name?? Or his nickname maybe??” anwar asked to convince himself.

“Alright, I'll think about it“ Anwar tapped his forehead, then rolled both his eyeballs, a sign he was thinking.

“Create two names, for boys, and girls“ pinta Anjani suddenly.

“Are we not boys??” Anwar stopped knocking on his forehead, then frowned.

“But it's not a new USG result, it could be wrong right?” anjani.

“Ah yes“ Anwar smile.

“ Would you still be happy, if this child was born a girl??” anjani asked suddenly, making Anwar take a deep breath.

“Honey, don't ask me anything, whatever you do, what you give me, is my greatest gift, and happiness, so don't ask me again. I'm happy very happy, whatever the gender of my son“ Anwar looks frustrated, with his wife's question, the same.

“Alright, let's think of two names“ Anjani relented, then smiled gently.

“Hmh, briefly“ Anwar back knocks on his forehead.

“Muhammad Fadli Anwar, do you like??” Anwar smiled as he found a name that seemed suitable for their child.

“An, why do you have to make it so?? Can you name your child in our child's name??” Anjani looks pouty.

“Hhiii .. I know, you don't like it, because there's no name for you right?? In our son's name?? You calm down, baby, later if we have a daughter, I will slip your name on the name of our son later“ Anwar chuckles, looks so satisfied, when he sees his wife who is pouting.

“Yes, how did you aja“ Anjani back to her husband, while wrapped around his body with a blanket.

“Eeehh, angry dia“ Anwar more chuckles.

“Darling, you do not like to be angry too yes, pity Dad, if you are so on the merry-go-lucky“ Anwar persuades Anjani by imitating the voices of children.

But Anjani even more raise the blanket up to the head.

“Ah, it's angry, very sensitive, he said earlier in telling nyari a name for the child, have met his name even cranky, yes ampuuunnn, if told to ngadepin labil“ mothers Anwar continues to grumble.

“What?? You said I was labile??” suddenly Anjani uncovers her blanket, with disheveled hair, she looks at her husband with an angry look.

“Ah, my dear, it is not my intention that I“ Anwar has mounted a horse to avoid his wife's attack.

“Terus?? What do you mean??” Anjani was still staring at her husband, with a murderous look.

“Ma I meanuuu .. I want to pee, ah yes I want to pee first ..” Anwar immediately ran to the bathroom, got inside and locked it.

“Amurah Pregnant women, oouuuuhhhh yes pampuuunn .. make it frustrating, creepy“ Anwar grumbled, while scrambling his hair.

While Anjani, giggling amusedly, saw her husband's behavior.

“Ck, son, if you are older do not be a husband afraid of wife yes, like your father, he is afraid, and obedient to Mother, hhii ..“ Anjani giggled, while imagining, if her child was born, she would also be a submissive child. He also imagined, if he would be surrounded by two men who would be very cute to him.

“But, will I still be able to see you, if you were born later son??” Anjani stroked her stomach gently, not feeling the patter of tears, melted back on her cheeks, considering that she might not be born later.

“Life, death, all the will of God, let us both fight to stay alive“ said Anjani.

Until not felt, with his body curled up, and tears, he fell asleep in his dreams, accompanied by the gaze of a husband who felt suspicious of all his behavior.

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