Not the Perfect Wife

Not the Perfect Wife
321. S2 - Check


Khairi and his wife are on their way to a hospital. They'll check the Afrin content. On the way, the man always held the wife's hand. Not once did he let go of that grasp, as if it were to come off then his wife would disappear like yesterday. Khairi can't wait to see how his future son is.


"Who did you check before, honey?" ask Khairi.


"Sama Mbak Rani's. I thought it was a mag. When the doctor asked me to pee, I already felt that I was pregnant. It turns out that when the doctor uses the correct pack test, the result is line two. When the USG also has a sac in my womb."


"Kok, same as Rani? Why not Mother or Mother?"


"I didn't know I was pregnant at the time, Mom. At that time, Rani played at home. I do not want to make the house people worried, so I pretend to take Mbak Rani for a walk. If there was him my family wouldn't worry."


It didn't feel like they were finally at the hospital. Khairi registered his wife first then sat down waiting for the queue. The man looked around him, many pregnant women whose stomach was slightly swollen some were already enlarged.


He imagined how his wife would be, as her stomach grew. It will be so funny and adorable. Khairi subconsciously smiled at the mothers, making Afrin pinch her husband's waist.


Afrin did not think, how could the husband look at the mothers, while his wife was here. He pursed his lips in annoyance.


"Oh," Khairi whispered as she rubbed the waist of the former Afrin pinch.


"What's up, honey? Why pinched?"


"Did you see those mothers? Do you have a crush on them?" ask Afrin in a cynical tone.


"What, anyway, dear? I saw them while I was imagining you! How will your stomach grow, it will look adorable. That's so!"


"Why do you even think about pregnant women? Who tries the unsuspecting, if you look at it with a smile," said Afrin with a cynical tone.


"Okay, hon. I love died with you, it is impossible to turn to another heart. There are babies among us now. Nothing can make me turn away from you."


"Just look if you lie, you'll get my punishment again!" threaten Afrin while squinting her eyes.


"Don't, dong, honey. Yesterday just finished his sentence, time to add more!"


"Take care of your eyes."


"Yes, this has seen you. Do not look at the others" said Khairi while looking at his wife who actually made Afrin wrong.


Khairi smiled at his wife. He knew Afrin was embarrassed. But the man still teased her. Wrong himself who has accused him of not-nothing just now.


"Mas, don't look at me continue to dong, embarrassed to be seen with other mothers."


"What's the matter, honey? They will also understand that we are husband and wife. Later on, if I see other mothers, you're jealous."


"Who is jealous?" ask Afrin in a sniffle tone.


"Yes ka—"


Khairi's words were cut short by the call of a nurse.


"Mrs Afrin," call a nurse.


"Yes, Sus," said Afrin who immediately entered the doctor's room followed Khairi.


A female doctor smiled at them. Khairi and Afrin sat in front of him.


"Good morning, Madam. Is this your husband?" ask Dr Melisa—aferin obstetrician.


"Yes, Doctor."


"Just go ahead, ma'am, let's check."


"Yes, Doc."


"Here, Mister, you can see there's a pouch, this is your future baby."


Khairi stared at the monitor with teary eyes. She did not expect to see her son. He promised to love and educate her well. No matter if he is a man or a woman. It doesn't matter to you as long as the wife and baby are safe.


"He's healthy, right, doctor? There is no shortage of anything."


"Currently still unseen, sir. If you want, it could be a three-dimensional USG, located on the third floor. Later there will be a doctor Iwan who will examine and explain all the processes."


"Doctor Iwan? Boy, Doc? Are there no female doctors there? Why should men?"


"Nothing, sir, is only Doctor Iwan standing guard there. There are no other doctors, even hours of practice from noon to afternoon. If the night of the practice is closed," said Dr. Melisa.


"Then it won't be, Doc. Hopefully my son is healthy, not lacking anything, my wife is safe."


Doctor Melisa nodded. He understood what it was like when a man met from a father-to-be.


"Yes, sir, we should also pray a lot for the health of Ms. Afrin and her future baby" said Dr. Melisa. "Oh yes, Mom, increase the food intake again because Mother from last month until this month did not add an ounce. For pregnant women every month there must be weight gain."


"Yes, Doc. I will try later. I eat a lot, too, but why don't I gain weight?"


"Sometimes that can happen. If you can use vegetables and fruit, yes, ma'am. I'll give you a prescription later so you and baby are healthier."


"Yes, Doc."


"Mr and Madam, is there something you would like to ask again?" doctor Melisa asked as she looked at the patient and her family.


Khairi just kept silent while staring at the monitor screen, without turning his gaze in any direction. He was still focusing on the pouch that the doctor had pointed out earlier. That's his son-in-law. The doctor waited for a response from the patient's family.


"That's enough, Doc. We've been very understanding, hopefully next month my weight goes up."


"Amin, please return to the seat. Wait a minute, I'm coffee his USG results."


Doctor Melisa does her work, Afrin tries to resuscitate her husband to accept things in a way that is not too excessive.


"Mas," called Afrin while grasping the man's palm.


"Yes, honey."


"It's over."


"Oh, is it done? Come on, I'll help!"


Khairi helped his wife towards the chair she had previously occupied. Afrin looked at the radiant face of the husband. The woman wanted to say something not to be.


"This is the USG, sir, here's the recipe."


"Thank you, Doc," Khairi said, accepting whatever was received from me.


Khairi and Afrin left the doctor's room for the pharmacy in the hospital as well. There was no need to wait for a long time, they finally got the medicine. They left the hospital for home. At first he wanted to take his wife for a walk, but Ivan sent an email saying something important. Maybe next time they can go together.


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