You're Not Mine
Jehan Pregnant

"Now you go in first, let me make something for you. You haven't eaten, have you?" Yoga Speaks to Jihan after a while.

Jihan looked up, she smiled. " All right, thank you, brother." Yoga nodded, he knew Jihan's body was still weak. Without the ba-bi-bu he carried the tiny body towards their room. Well, their room because it's been countless they sleep together even combine love.

"Wait a minute, yeah." Yoga gently stroked Jihan's hair and kissed her forehead.

Jihan held back Yoga who wanted to leave that room. "I can't ask for it, I don't know why I want it so badly right now."

Yoga smiled, "Of course, wait a minute, yeah."

Drt, drt...

The vibration coming from Yoga pocket made him quit his cooking activities. He put the bowl first which is still attached to his hand.

Without seeing his name, he picked up the phone. "Hallo Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah." Answer someone who was there. Suddenly the body of Yoga stiffened, soft and smooth voice that of course he was very familiar with who the owner was. He kept the flat object away and looked at the name of the contact.

Right, the guess is right. She is Ayesha, the woman who owns her heart. He also knew what reason made Aisyah call him.

"Yes Aisha." Softly speaking.

"Mas you don't see a clock in your hand? Why haven't you come home yet?" Aisyah asked, sounding an annoyed tone from the way she spoke.

"Em sorry dear, for tonight Mas can't go home. So you just sleep first yes, tomorrow morning Mas already at home kok dear. You're Sunday night, so my friends want to play first. Even we're at a reunion now. Well because tomorrow's Sunday, we can all spend some time together." Answer Yoga reasoned. He closed his eyes tightly because he had to lie for the umpteenth time.

Silence was created for a moment, a moment finally heard Aisyah's voice. "Well, if it's because of that, it's fine there. Sorry I hung up on him. Assalamu'alaikum."

Pee, tuut,

Yoga flinched to find his wife disconnecting their phone without hearing the answer from Yoga.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Answer Yoga staring at the phone that no longer sounds. In his heart he justified Aisyah's attitude. Surely Aisyah was upset because every night had to wait for her to come home late, even now Aisyah had to wait for her until tomorrow.

"Sorry Aisha." Lirih.

He looked back at the cooking he was cooking. Why is Jihan so weird today? Even if I'm next to him he keeps clinging to me.

The net suddenly looked towards the calendar, for some reason what he had in mind now was the schedule of Jihan coming months. Neither Jihan nor Aisyah she knows when the two will get their guests.

Counted already about two months he did not find Jihan coming to the moon. His body suddenly stiffened, thinking of the possibility that was happening.

"W-can it be Jihan h-pregnant?" Her great-grandchild.

He looked up, his mind seemed to want to break. Also running to and fro. A little to Aisyah and Jihan.

Honest in his heart, if it is true that Jihan contains her seeds there is a feeling of happiness because later there will be a tiny hand that reaches his hand, a funny face that is very adorable and a small figure that calls him Papa.

However, considering his presence was not from the womb of the woman he loved so much suddenly his body was limp. He was unable to imagine the impact if Aisyah knew about it.

"Sister?" Yoga was surprised to find a hand on his shoulder. His head looked up and saw the woman he thought would soon be the mother of his children.

"Eh yes, Jihan."

Jihan looked pouted, she glanced at the bowl of food she had asked for.

"A ripe? But why didn't you take her straight to the room?"

"Sorry Jihan, someone called." Answer Yoga without telling her who called.

"Em is it?"

"Yes, let's eat right now. It's not as hot as it was, so it's still good." Jihan nodded, Yoga pulled out a chair for Jihan and sat down next to her.

He did not hesitate to feed Jihan. Of course Jihan did not refuse, instead she was very happy because spoiled by Yoga.

"Not spicy." Whine Jihan spoiled.

"No, you can't eat anything too spicy. Remember you're not feeling well." Jihan pursed her lips, Yoga just shook her head while feeling anxious with Jihan's attitude.

Long enough for Jihan to finish her meal, they fell asleep in the same bed as usual. Only for now longer.

I don't know if there's any feeling if Jihan's pregnant. Even if Jihan wasn't pregnant.

...***...

Aisyah is of course suspicious of the reason Yoga. He remembered a Yoga friend he knew. A college friend and now an office friend.

His fingers hurriedly searched for the name 'Bagas' in his cell phone contact list.

"Meet." He muttered and without the ba-bi-bu dialed Bagas' number. She is not the kind of woman who is good at small talk. Something that is important to talk about will be directly to the point.

Long enough he waited even several times to call finally the person he expected to pick up his phone.

"Hallo Assalamu'alaikum." Tell him first.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, with whom?"

"I'm Aisyah the wife of Yoga your office mate."

For a moment there was no response from the. Aisyah knew that Bagas was probably remembering who he was. Because at that time Yoga was the one who kept Bagas number on his phone because Yoga phone itself was lowbat.

"Owh Ayesha, I remember it now. How are you?"

"good. So can you now send me a picture of my husband."

"the photo? What kind of photo?"

"Now, aren't you guys at a reunion?"

"Reunites? No. We're not having a reunion. It was last week that we had a reunion, even Yoga itself didn't come yesterday." Answer Bagas honestly.

Aisyah's forehead frowned. "What's? B-but all this time you guys like to play late."

"played? No, after work, of course, we went straight home. We always go home together."

Suddenly Aisyah felt very tight. "So, it's been true all this time that you lied to me." Sluggishly.

"Well, thank you, I just wanted to ask you that. Assalamu'alaikum."

Trowels.

Aisyah disconnected the phone unilaterally. I don't know how the mind of the person who was there he didn't care.

He pressed his chest hard. To prevent all the painful feelings that spread. For a long time he was suspicious, but tried to tepis. But not now, he should have intervened for this.

...***...

Yoga wanted to stretch his hands, but it felt so heavy. He glanced downwards, apparently his right hand was made into a pillow by a woman. His face was covered with thin hair.

"For my wife Aisha. Wake up, baby." Said spontaneously.

The real Jihan was already awake rounding her eyes wide. Suddenly his heart felt very tight, long enough he expected the current event to happen. The day when he opened his eyes for the first time was the face of Yogalah that he saw. But what he heard from Yoga's mouth made him growl. Even her tears rolled down her temples.

"My brother Jihan is not Ayesha!" Shouted Jihan to make Yoga jumped.

Jihan suddenly sat back to Yoga. Yoga looked at her plain chest that was wet from Jihan's tears. Actually, he was surprised to hear Jihan's voice, not a reply from Aisyah's soft voice.

It turned out that he only remembered that for the first time he had not spent the night with his wife. But also seeing Jihan who was on her back he felt guilty.

"Don't forgive me." His speech stammered.

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