
The month of Ramadan will be coming soon. Counting the days to welcome his arrival. That night, Muti felt a chill invade his body. He who usually can still use AC when after the rain, this time can not.
Sigit to have to coat his clothes and must cover him double 2. "Body you're a yank" said Sigit. Muti simply nodded while closing his eyes.
"Tomorrow we'll go see a doctor? Tomorrow you are allowed not to leave. Then send him to the hospital" Sigit said again.
Muti was only able to nod. At the same time, Sigit got a message from his colleague that the night should immediately docked to the Police for the raid of an alleged boarding house for the place of prosti*tusi.
"Are you.. piye iki?" Sigit thought. "Yank, what if you sleep at grandpa's house tonight? There's an impromptu task"
"As far as you are. Carp huh? I really don't wake up strong"
"Yes, yes already prepare the car first" Sigit immediately rushed and prepared the car. Om Tompel who he made a house security helped him. "Mbak Muti why Ndan?" ask Om Tompel.
"Again aching om. Let's sleep at grandfather's house first, I have an impromptu task. Take care of the house. Tomorrow I can go to the hospital with me. It doesn't calm me that she's home alone, that there's Maryam who can take care of her" Om Tompel nodded. Sigit carried his wife and took her in the car.
Get to grandpa's house. "Why wasn't Maryam the one I told you to go home? Haduh...kok so ngeblank like this anyway" said Sigit on the way.
"Gak papa Mas, it's gone" replied Muti weakly. They soon arrived at Grandpa's house. Sigit immediately took his wife in and put her down on the bed. He told Mary to accompany him to sleep.
Sigit to polres. Time shows 1 in the morning. They carried out a raid on one of the boarding houses that had been targeted by police. However, during the raids, some rebelled and fled hiding in the bushes.
Until Sigit and his men have to chase after him. At 4am, the raid was over. However, Sigit could not go home immediately, he had to finish the file of the raid report because the report would be requested tomorrow morning.
While at home, at 5 am, Muti was vomiting. Hannah woke up and saw her situation. "Still wanting to vomit?" ask Maryam. Muti.
Hana came carrying a warm sweet tea in her hand. "Drink first mbak, Mas Si hasn't come home yet?" Muti. Ali called Sigit but his phone was off. "Where the hell is lu Si, the sick brini did not even go home" said Ali. "Abang try to polres deh, Mar, later deliver your mother to work if you can not go home again. It's not usually a morning raid"
Hana prepared the needs of Ali to go to the Police. "Well, maybe Miss Muti is pregnant? The signs are like leading there"
Ali's wearing his uniform. "Try you check the deck, take him with you to the hospital. Let me tell Sigit to follow you there later" Hana nodded. Ali said goodbye to him. Then go to the police.
Maryam asked permission for her superior to arrive late. He takes Hana and Muti to the hospital. "Sir, last mens when?" ask Hana.
"Last month around the 18th or 20s it was Han, why?" reply Muti.
"This is mens yet?" Muti. They arrived at the RST. "Mom, am I direct? His permission was only not to follow the morning apple" said Maryam to her two brothers. They nodded.
Hana immediately registered Muti to poly obgyn. "Cock to obgyn Han?" muti was confused. Hana smiling. "Hopefully your wish and the Si is granted in this month mbak"
Muti hesitated. "Let's calm, there's something that rules our lives. Let's go to the front of the pole. Today's senior male doctor practices don't papa huh?"
Muti nodded. "His name is Doctor Taufiqy, he is most respected here. But it's good" They're still waiting in line for 2 more patients. Muti tries to contact Sigit but his phone is still inactive.
It's his turn to get in. Doctor Taufiqy greeted Hana. "Control? How is Al the same?" ask doctor Taufiqy.
"It's not me doc, my cousin sister"
"Oh, I thought the genie. Where's husband?"
Muti nodded. He was invited by the nurse to urinate first. Then the nurse inserted the Hcg test stick into Muti's urine. Wait a minute and smile. Showing the doctor Taufiqy. "Okay, now we're USG first"
Muti climbed into the bed and applied a cold gel on the bottom of his stomach. Doctors began to attach the USG stick to Muti's stomach. "seen? It's her pregnancy bag. Congratulations, Miss Muti, you are pregnant, now entering the age of 6 weeks" said Doctor Taufiqy with a big smile. Muti shut his mouth in disbelief. She cried. Hannah was crying watching it.
"I'm pregnant Han.... Thank God, thank You for answering our prayer, O Allah." said Muti.
"Congratulations mbak, I'm glad to hear it" Muti nodded. Taufiqy's doctor prescribed several drugs for Muti's complaint. Then they headed for the pharmacy. Before long, Muti had finished taking the medicine. He said goodbye to Hana.
"Sir, sure to go home alone?" Muti nodded steadily. "I want to pass the mas Si to the police, tell him about this".he said happily.
"Yes be careful? Bang Al I'm calling you not yet, probably still an apple"
"No papa, I booked a taxi online. Yeah, I'm going home first, huh? Assalamualaikum"
"Greetings" replied Hana. Muti was so happy. He headed to the police using an online taxi. Smiling smiles at Sigit's facial expression when he found out she was pregnant.
While in the Police, all finished following the morning apple. Ali approached Sigit. "Your phone activated Si, your wife was vomiting this morning"
"Huh?" Sigit checked his phone. "Oh, Al pantes, lowbat. Muti's vomiting?" Ask again. Ali nodded.
"So we took Maryam to RST. There meet" Sigit nodded. He immediately went to his room to submit a report to his superiors and immediately rushed to head for the RST.
But as he was about to come out, he saw a familiar female figure. "Miss?"
"Hey.... Git, how are you?" ask Niken.
"Well" replied Sigit. "Can I talk to you for a second?" ask Niken again. Sigit frowned.
"I need a friend to tell a story" Niken said. "Just for a minute"
Sigit was about to reject it, but Muti had already answered him first. "Bak Niken is aware of what you're saying?" said.
Sigit was surprised to find his wife already there.
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