
Zidan rushed up to the apartment unit where Nisa is now. Not long ago she got a call from Nisa who said that Nisa is positive for pregnancy.
The work that was just about to be done Zidan even willingly handed over to his assistant again because he was impatient to prove the truth of Nisa's words.
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The bell rang, immediately Bu Sekar opened the door of the apartment with a face of sumringah.
"Son Zidan, Nisa ...."
"Come to the hospital," Zidan asked without further ado and hurriedly pulled Nisa's hand to quickly go along with him.
They walked hurriedly to the parking lot where Zidan's car was, but either consciously or not Zidan always held Nisa's hand and kept her from falling.
"Mom and son hospital, city J"
Arriving there, Zidan quickly brought Nisa down. Ms. Sekar and Alan who participated also followed their footsteps.
"Please, Sir. In the room over there, there just happened to be no queue so you can just go in" said a nurse who was on duty at the reception desk.
"Okay, thank you Sus." Zidan immediately pulled Nisa's hand impatiently.
"Mas, Mas ... don't be spit," Nisa protested while holding Zidan's hand which had been unceasingly pulling him.
Zidan gasped and scratched his nape in embarrassment, then walked slowly to the room he was headed to.
"Mother is the same Alan outside, yes, you are the only one who entered," said Bu Sekar while encouraging the bodies of Nisa and Zidan to quickly enter the obstetrician's room.
Zidan and Nisa looked at each other and nodded.
"Excuse me, Doc." Zidan precedes Nisa into the room.
A female doctor was sitting there writing something on a note.
"Ah, yes. Can anyone help?" tanyanya friendly.
"Emmmm, we .. we ...." Zidan looked nervous because he was not used to seeing a gynecologist with Nisa. Usually he comes with Adel first, before Adel is sick of course.
"You need to check for pregnancy, Doc." Nisa interjected and immediately sat down in front of the doctor.
"Okay, go to the toilet and pee. It'll be here, just a little." The doctor thrust a small container at Nisa and Nisa quickly picked it up then rushed to the bathroom in the room.
"First child candidate huh, sir?" ask the doctor to Zidan with a smile.
Zidan's tense face was actually quite clear that this was his first experience (which worked).
Zidan nodded slowly as he continued to watch the tightly closed bathroom door. Before long there was a sound of water splashing from inside there on the follow-up with Nisa who came out while carrying a small container that the doctor had given her.
"This, Doc. Sorry," said Nisa while handing the container that had been filled with urine to the hands of the doctor with a shy face.
The doctor smiled and then dipped a pregnancy test kit into a container. After a minute, a line of two faint agar was plastered there.
"Let's, to convince us of the USGs." The doctor moved from his seat and led the way to where the USG was still in the same room.
Nisa was asked to lie down, and the doctor began to apply a special gel on her stomach, the cold gel made Nisa amused but at the same time feel comfortable when the ultrasound device danced on her stomach request.
"Well, this is the fetal pouch. It's two weeks old yeah, congratulations Dad and Mom soon want to be parents."
"So .. My wife is really pregnant, Doc?" ask Zidan reassuringly.
The doctor nodded and smiled kindly. "Yes right, sir. Take good care of his wife. Because the pregnancy is still young so usually still prone."
"But ... we're even new once ...."
"It could be you, because sp*rma cells will be able to live for five days in the woman's womb. And it could be that the first time that the mother is in the fertile period so that it is quickly fertilization and now has formed a fetal embryo," explained the doctor.
Zidan nodded in understanding, there was a happy glimmer inside the bottom of his heart because he finally managed to become a father.
After redeeming the medicine and vitamins for Nisa they went home feeling elated.
"Geez, I didn't expect you guys to have kids this soon. No Zidan, no loss you marry Nisa just saw the road two weeks ago Nisa has managed to get pregnant, meaning the mother's child is really fertile. Duh, so can't wait to nimang grandson." Bu Sekar stroked Nisa's stomach which was still flat with sparkling eyes.
Zidan nodded and scratched his nape with a bad feeling because of the words of Bu Sekar as if he was now comparing Nisa and Adel who could no longer give Zidan a child.
"I'll excuse you first, want to ngabarin Adel."
"Ah, yes Mas. You know Madam Adel, surely she is also very fond of it," said Nisa with a smile that could not be separated from her lips.
After Zidan left, Alan approached Nisa and said softly. "Sister Nisa, instead of sister Nisa just married almost 2 weeks huh. How did Kak Nisa said her gestational age was 2 weeks? That makes it when? Is that not Mas Zidan's son?"
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"Okay, Mom. How's Alan at the stake?" sumpul Alan while rubbing his eel that feels painful because of the results of his mother's death.
"Your mouth is like never in school, you can say your sister is pregnant first. If anyone knows how? You boys!" omel Bu Sekar grumbled.
Nisa chuckled at the debate between her mother and sister, then took them to sit in the waiting chair while waiting for Zidan to finish calling.
"But Alan was curious, Mom. That's what the explanation is if not pregnant dul ...."
Ms. Sekar smothered Alan's mouth that never stopped attacking.
"Diem you're diem."
Alan seemed to gasp because of difficulty breathing, because Bu Sekar's hand pressed right on his nostrils.
"Mom, Alan can't breathe." Nisa broke her mother's hand from Alan's nose and at the same time the boy collapsed onto the floor and breathed heavily.
"Rasain, his abis makes a pussy anyway." Bu Sekar crossed his chest and threw his gaze in the other direction.
"So gini loh, Al. If you want to know, the sister is not pregnant first."
"Continue?" sambar Alan was impatient.
Bu Sekar pulled Alan's lips together. "People are talking don't be on the sidelines!"
Nisa giggled while Alan held her lips which were pulled by Bu Sekar earlier with a grumbling face.
Nisa was just about to continue with her explanation when Zidan returned with a tense face.
"Why, Mas?"
"navy ... Adel can't go home."