Night Destiny
7 Monthly Best

Salsa's gestational age has reached seven months. Love the sorrow of being a mother-to-be so enjoyed by the beautiful woman. Nausea vomiting commonly called morning sickness sometimes side with it, although not too severe. Mood swing also often makes himself and Azka argue that of course ends with the defeat of the husband. Not only does the mood change at any time. Salsa is also increasingly possessive and sensitive. Of course Azka had to tap into unlimited patience. But all is not a hindrance, for both Azka and Salsa, both of them lived everything with joy.

"Bun, I want to walk - Jalan sebantar yes. If I stay home, I'm bored."

Gita looked at her daughter-in-law for a moment, then nodded. Having lost her future granddaughter makes Gita a little protective of Salsa. From the gestational age of the son-in-law entering three months, Gita often stay at Azka's house just to make sure Salsa does not do heavy work. The woman also often brought food like her daughter-in-law.

"May, but same Azka yes. And don't go too far, later in the afternoon Ms. Qomariah will come with the children of the orphanage."

Salsa smiled, "Of course bun. I also don't forget the show tomorrow. But I also want to breathe some fresh air for a while. Then, I'll call Mas Azka first."

Salsa walked towards her room and Azka. No longer in the upper room, but in the lower room more precisely the room near the living room. Wh why? Of course because her two very protective mothers kept her pregnancy. Not only the Gita, Anya was no less attention to Salsa. Same with Salwa. The three women chattered incessantly and warned Salsa not to get too tired.

"Mas, wake. I want to walk for a minute."

Azka squirms, Salsa's speech is always like a command that he must carry out. The man rubbed his eyes and smiled, "Good morning Dad. Stay healthy baby, I can't wait to see you born." Azka kissed Salsa's stomach many times and

Dugs

A loud kick from the baby's arms signifies that he is answering his father's greeting. "I'm sure he'll be a footballer. It was a hard kick."

Salsa just chuckles, since the fifth month of the month, the baby has started to move and kick even though it has not been too active. But stepping on seven months, the kick of the baby candidate is already so pronounced.

"I'll go to the bathroom first, baby. Wait a minute." said Azka after landing a kiss on the forehead of the wife.

Salsa nodded, how lucky she was to have a husband like Azka. Plus two mothers are also Father and Sister who love him very much. Ah, do not forget the Virgin Mary who also always calls and asks the news of her future grandchild.

"Come on!" Azka. The man already looked handsome in his casual suit.

Salsa grabbed her husband's arm and walked out of the house. At home they are already crowded because tomorrow there will be a seven-monthly Salsa pregnancy event.

"Where are you going?" asked Anya who had just arrived.

"You get some fresh air for a second, Ma. I'm bored at home."

"Don't be long and careful."

Azka nodded, he took his wife along the path like Salsa's. Although only around the complex, but it feels very happy. The still cool air makes the atmosphere feel so comfortable.

"Darling, would you like to buy something?."

Salsa shook her head, "I asked Our Lady to bring me my favorite meal. So I'll eat at home."

"Well, now we sit down. We've come a long way."

Salsa said they were sitting in a chair under an evergreen tree. The atmosphere is very cool and fresh. They chatted with laughter, Azka occasionally invited her baby to talk.

After a long time outside, they decided to go home. Apparently the Virgin Mary and the children of the parlour have come. Salsa, who saw her mother in the room, approached the woman.

"Mother, Salsa kangen. Mother has come from earlier?."

Mary smiled, "Bust come. Mother just came here two weeks ago. I'm missing."

"Salsa is dear to Mother, so it must be kangen, Bun."

"Ah, yes. I forgot to. Yes, let's go in. We eat together. Mother did not forget what Salsa asked for, did she?."

"Of course not, son. Everyone is at the dinner table. Your mother and father-in-law prepared it."

"Baby, let's go to the kitchen. I'm so hungry."

Salsa took Mary by the arm and forgot about Azka. The man let out a short sigh, "Fate. Have patience, Ka. Remember, she's in the next month you'll meet little baby."

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The back yard of the house has been transformed into a luxurious place of study. All-white decorations plus all-white flowers look so domineering. According to the schedule, this morning will be a lecture. And in the afternoon there will be a way of compensation for orphans as well as eating together. Apart from the orphanage owned by Maria, Azka and Salsa also invited several other orphanages. With about 800 orphans, the school started at eight in the morning.

The atmosphere was so wise when Azka chanted Surah Ar-rahman also surah Maryam. All this time, no one knew if the man with the status of Salsa's husband was quite religious. Gratitude and gratitude enveloped the event, especially when all families gave the best prayers for their prospective children. Salsa could not hide the taste of her scent, the woman to the point of tears happy.

"Hopefully you are always healthy and carried out the delivery" Anya said

"Amen." Salsa hugged her Mom and then took turns hugging her Dad.

"Ka, you should always be on standby to guard Salsa. In the age of old pregnancy, pregnant women sometimes experience some complaints, such as low back pain. Swollen feet even have difficulty walking. You as a husband must be sensitive."

"Sure, Bun. I will always take good care of my wife."

After giving charity to the orphans, they had lunch together.

"Ma, where's Salwa? Why didn't he come to my show. Though yesterday he was the most excited," complained Salsa.

"Said Salwa suddenly got sick, dear. Mama called earlier. And he said, Seno is coming here."

"What's the pain?" asked Salsa a little worriedly.

"Honey, maybe Salwa is just soy sauce. Wait for Seno to come, later we ask him what Salwa is sick," said Azka trying to calm his wife.

Seen Seno entered from the back door, he walked over to his family who are now eating together.

"What pain does Sen have?," said Salsa

Seno smiled clumsyly, "Em, anu ... It hurts dizzy."

Seno's reply made everyone look at him astonished, the man was getting misbehaved. "Don't speak in obscurity, Sen. Why are you so nervous that Salwa is really just dizzy."

Seno sighed softly, then returned a clumsy smile, "Actually, Salwa again ... Pregnant."

"AH!!."

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Lah, Seno wants to race with Azka and Salsa.... Hehehe