The Story Of Goddess Anjani
CHAPTER 20

Yuck!

Yuck!

I heard people throwing up in the bathroom.

Who is that this early in the morning.

Malik tries to see Anjani who is in the bathroom.

"Darling, why are you?" Malik's face panicked to see his wife vomiting.

"Don't know mas, woke up earlier I felt nauseous, like he was in the wind,"

Anjani answered her husband's questions and still rubbed her stomach that still felt nauseous.

"Do you need kerokin?" Malik tried to offer services.

It could be that his wife caught a cold because she slept last night.

"Don't mas, will take the medicine to catch wind also healed,"

Anjani refused her husband's services.

"Yes, today you are at home, do not go to work first, let the permission go directly to Ida's house,"

Malik looks worried about the condition of his wife who looks weak and pale.

"But I..."

"You gotta massage, okay,"

"Yes, I look at it the same way,"

Feeling a little better, Anjani came out of the bathroom and accompanied the husband to eat breakfast.

She also made coffee for her husband.

But somehow suddenly felt nauseous again when smelling the aroma of coffee.

Immediately he ran towards the bathroom about to vomit again.

Malik, who was sitting on the dining table, stood up and approached his wife.

"Anjani, why are you vomiting all the time,"

"Don't know, mas" Anjani answered while wiping the sweat that was pouring on his forehead.

"I'm taking it to the puskesmas right now, fear of anything happening to you,"

Anjani just recalls what her husband said.

"Yes, get ready first,"

They both headed to the nearest puskesmas.

"Here, sit down first, let us take the queue number," Malik guided his wife to the seat where they were waiting in line.

Not long after that Malik caught up with his wife and sat down next to his wife.

"How are you feeling now?" Malik asked Anjani who looked pale.

"Have you heard, Malik didn't go to the store today?" Anjani tried asking her husband.

"No, I'm off today, you're sick, you can't bear to stay home alone,"

Seen a concern for Malik.

Anjani just shuffled. Denying is free. He needed someone to accompany him at this time.

Long wait, finally came Anjani's turn.

Anjani entered the examination room with her husband.

After checking Anjani was sitting in front of the midwife's table accompanied by Malik who was there too.

"How did the midwife go? What is my wife sick?" Malik panicked, worried that his wife was sick.

"Relax sir, Bu Anjani is not sick," replied the midwife with a smile.

"Not sick? From there he was vomiting, why?" Malik was increasingly confused by the midwife's explanation.

"From the results of the examination, congratulations sir, mother, you will both be parents," explained the midwife with a friendly smile.

Malik.

"Kids? I'll have a child?"

"Yes sir, Anjani's mother is not sick, but she is six weeks pregnant,"

It's like I don't believe Malik.

"Alhamdulillah, thank you to the midwife" said Malik thanksgiving accompanied by a happy smile by Anjani.

"This pregnant her young, please bu Anjani, try not to work hard, rest enough,"

After prescribing and tips the first pregnant person, they both went out and planned to go home.

"Mas, I'd like to stop by my mom's house, haven't been there in a long time,"

Indeed, since Anjani moved to his own house, he had not stopped by his parents' house for a long time.

"Yes, it just so happens that there are also things that you want to take at home" Malik replied while statering his motorbike.

The distance from the puskesmas to Anjani's parents' house is not too far away.

The two of them finally arrived in front of Anjani's house.

Anjani immediately got off the bike and walked towards his house.

The house looks lonely, there seems to be no one in the house.

"Assalamualaikum, father, mother," Anjani tries to open the door.

Chequek!

Not locked but how quiet?

Anjani.

"Mothers aren't there?"

Malik who was standing behind Anjani tried to ask.

"Come away, let me check first, it may be behind," Anjani replied as she stepped into the house.

Anjani enters and checks inside, while Malik sits on the bamboo couch of the terrace of the house.

Anjani checked the room, no one.

Walked to the kitchen, nothing.

Trying to get to the back of the house, time's at the well.

There's no one.

'Maybe the father to the rice field, the mother may be at work, Vania must be at school,'

Anjani only nodded.

Wanting to enter the house again, the next door neighbor greeted Anjani.

"Eh, Anjani, are you home?" Ask Salimah to Anjani.

"Mother Salimah, Iya bu, but father of mother where are you not home?"

Anjani tried to ask Salimah.

"And your father and mother are going to the puskesmas" replied Salimah.

"Who's sick, ma'am?" Anjani panicked to hear from Salimah.

"You don't know, something happened to Vania a while ago?"

"Why Vania, ma'am? How come you're not saying the same to me?" Anjani looks panicked.

Finally, Salimah began to tell about the disaster that had befallen his beloved sister.

Anjani cried hearing the story of Salimah's mother.

"O Allah, why didn't you tell me this," with tears in my eyes.

Sitting on the terrace, Malik felt his wife had not been out for a long time.

Malik tried to enter and look for his wife.

Apparently, his wife was behind the house, chatting with Salimah's mom.

Seeing his wife crying, Malik asked.

"Anjani, why are you? Is something wrong?" Ask Malik worried.

Anjani just shook her head.

"Mother Salimah, what is this, why is Anjani crying like this?"

Malik asked Salimah.

"We entered the house first yuk mas," has not been able to Miss Salimah answer Malik's question.

Anjani invites her husband into the house.

"Mother Salimah, thank you, we entered the house first" said Anjani.

And Salimah just nodded.

Anjani and Malik enter the house. They both sat in the living room with mats.

"Anjani, what's wrong with you? What's up?" Malik gently stroked his wife's cheek, wiping away the tears that ran down her smooth cheeks.

Instead of telling stories, Anjani even more becomes crying.

Malik was only confused by his wife's attitude.

In his arms his wife was buried in his arms. Letting her cry out in her husband's arms.

'What's up? Why is Anjani crying like this?'

Malik sat down and stroked his wife's head gently.

I don't know what he really feels.

Is there something about her father or mother-in-law?

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