Don't Call My Name
S2-Happy For Us

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“You're pregnant?” so Sammy concluded when Mauza said that he had missed his menstrual schedule, coupled with the accompanying signs.

“Eh, pregnant?” Mauza blinked her eyes repeatedly. Unbelievingly. “Where is possible? we have not done any program.”

“Yes, who knows. You also always say nausea like gini every morning.” Sammy remained tight with his gaze.

“Ngak ah. Ngaco you, Yank. There go! Later can be late.” Mauza pushed Sammy's body out because the wall clock was already showing seven o'clock more. And he had a photo shoot this morning.

Sammy told me before he got off, “I'm leaving, yeah. If there's anything, you call me.”

“Ya!”

Door closes.

Sammy down the stairs. Coincidentally, he passed by Vita who was down there.

“Udah want to leave?” the woman asked.

“Iya Ma,” Sammy replied.

“Your sister-in-law is not in today?”

“Log in because there is the same live schedule shooting.”

“Then for a moment,” said the woman passed to the back to pick up something.

Until not how long he returned and handed a small paper bag containing fruitful food. “Mama nitip this for your sister-in-law, yes. Don't be wanted, afraid to take off the lid.”

“Wow what is this?”

“Green vegetables. Zara said her ASI again was a bit dragy, so Mama gave me this soup. Tell him he was eaten straight away, yeah. Not good if it's cold. You see, this vegetable can not be in panasin.”

Sammy agreed, before the man finally passed away.

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Elevator door opens. A woman wearing a black abaya came out from inside there, heading into her own room.

That woman is Zara. Yes, he has returned to the office three days because Arka and Arsha can already leave him with his baby sitter. But not a full day, because once all his business is done, Zara will be home soon.

“Not yet on coming, huh?” he mumbled to himself. Then open the agenda that the secretary has prepared for him. “Waduh, many of my schedules today.”

Zara is afraid she can't come home early. Clearly, what she thought about was both babies. Let alone half a day, half a minute apart, he already missed them so much.

The priority now is Arka and Arsha. Ray's position has slowly begun to shift. Even this morning, the man did not manage to get a little kiss from her.

“Sorry yes, my husband. Patience, yes. I'll make time for you too. Congratulations, you passed the exam. Forty days are gone.”

Zara's focus was now divided as the door was knocked.

“Who?” exciting Zara.

“Sammy!” the answer is no less exciting.

“Oh ... log in, Sam!”

Door opens. Zara's eyes immediately focused on the hand of Sammy who was carrying souvenirs, placed her on the table.

“Tipan from our Mother-in-law,” she said smiling faintly, “directly at the meal, Zar. Don't wait till later. Mama says this vegetable is not good to eat cold.”

“Partially who can hold.” Zara sniffed her super good smell.

“Yes already, I just want to nyampein it doang. I'm the same temen-temen want to prepare. We you wait there.”

Zara nodded and let the man go, before he devoured the food from her mother-in-law.

Zara: thank you, Ma. Urac.

Zara included a photo of herself as she sent the message.

Mamer: say the same Devi, tell often make the vegetable so that your ASI smooth.

Zara: yes, Ma.

Actually not smooth, it's just, Zara has two babies so she must have more stock. Moreover, both are very strong suckling.

That is why they are no longer like babies born last month, because Arka and Arsha are more stocky than they should be.

Kling.

Zara's phone rings again.

Previously, Zara was about to ignore the message and quickly continue her activities. So, he had to head to the studio immediately, a lot of people were waiting for him there.

However, Zara paused her intentions after she peeked at who sent her the message this time. Because the message he received from his sister-in-law, Mauza.

Mauza: Sis, if not busy we talk for a while, huh? May?

“What's up, huh? Not to be afraid of it is important.” Zara was curious.

Zara: okay, wait about two hours. Let me call you later.

Location: middleman.

∆∆∆

A few hours passed, Zara finally finished completing her duties today. He has contacted Mauza and intends to return home soon.

“Bel? How's it? Did you accept?” Zara asked what she was told to the woman a moment ago.

“O, yes. This is Bu,” Belle offers a small box in the form of the package.

“Still yes, Bel.”

“Sama-sama syantik,” Reply Belle.

“You gave the package to Sammy directly.”

“Ok.”

Belle soon meets with Sammy to hand over the package. He soon returned with Zara.

“Where else are you going, Bestie?”

“Back dong, Bell. I miss the same kid. You wanna come along? It's done, right?”

“Hayuklah, all I want to see two small snowman.”

They call it that because Arka and Arsha are indeed like blobs of snow that are very white and adorable.

Elsewhere, Sammy was wondering what Zara had given him for his wife.

“What package is this?” murmured, “duit isn't it?” Hm. Money is all that man remembers.

Yeah, a little while ago Mauza and Zara were connected. Mauza just wanted to tell what she felt lately to her sister-in-law. Just want to share.

For some reason and why, Mauza is even more comfortable sharing with Zara than others. Not that Zunaira and Alma are insecure. Everyone has their own reasons, where they feel comfortable.

After returning from the office, Sammy immediately handed the deposit to his wife.

“Dah rich courier je en teja me. Morning nganter package food, afternoon nganter package goods.”

“If you are often signed, it means that you are safe.” Mauza kissed her husband's cheek briefly as a sign of her gratitude.

“What the hell, is it?”

“Testpack.”

“Kayak so you must ask?” reprimand Sammy, “don't be shy, ah. I can also buy you setoko-tokonya if need.”

“You are big by the way. Indiscriminate. This is being given, not asking,” Mauza's murmur throws her lips.

“Quick pack! I want to know the result,” his word sounds pushy.

“Do not expect too high, yes. Fear of disappointment ...”

“Udah immune,” replied Sammy has prepared the heart so that he is not disappointed.

Mauza went into the bathroom and began to collect his urine into a container that was provided from the package.

“Open, Za. Wanna see. Long time,” protests Sammy after a few minutes imprisoned outside.

“Propa. More process.”

Not long after, the woman came out. She hugged her husband.

“Udah, no papa if still not,” Sammy tried to calm down as soon as he heard a small stuffing on his back. Because he thought, that was a bad sign.

“Congratulations to us, Sam. We want to be parents. Our prayers answered.”

To be continued