The Choice of Mom
Child Matters

Men's Choice Mother Part 35

By Sept

It was like being slapped by reality. Hearing something hidden by the husband, enough to make it crowded. A reality that was enough to shock him and was hit hard. Not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, Lia rushed to the room.

The atmosphere of meeting a family that should be harmonious immediately changed. Since returning home from that visit, Lia was often moody. When my husband went to work, Lia started browsing.

There's gotta be a cure, Arman must've been talking wrong. It couldn't be what the man said, Lia brushed aside all the bad possibilities. He thinks the doctor's diagnosis must be wrong.

Finally, Sunday morning Lia accidentally did not wake Arman up. She waited until her husband woke up.

"Hoam."

Arman turned to the window, the sun was already shining.

"Honey .. Why wasn't Mas built?"

Arman is looking for a busy wife in the kitchen.

"Dear." Arman coiled his arms around Lia's slender waist.

"Why not build it?"

Lia remained silent, continuing to cut the carrots and potatoes.

"Lia, are you sick?" ask Arman.

The man realized, Lia was a bit strange after returning home from visiting his family. There may be the utterance of one of the unpleasant relatives in the ear.

"You're still angry with my family?" guess Arman.

"Already, Mas. Wash your face, breakfast is ready soon!"

Lia distracts.

"Lia!"

Lia brushed off her husband's arm.

"Let's get this, tajem!" chirps Lia.

Arman took a deep breath. Is Lia Again M? Jutek is so. Finally Arman returned and went to the room again to clean himself.

Half an hour later, breakfast was on the table. Lia still wears an apron. There was one more menu he had to work on.

"Honey, let's have breakfast .. This is enough. What else is that cooking?"

"Start, Mom!"

Tap tap tap

Lia held a bowl filled with soup with a somewhat pungent odor. Strong aroma of spices.

"Whatis that? Odd smell!" Arman closes his nose.

Arman's eyes glared, in terms of appearance alone was terrible. Especially smell.

"Darling, are you sure this is edible?" chirps Arman.

"Already, Mas. Good for health. Just eat it."

Arman took the chopsticks, he then stirred the ingredients in a bowl. Instantly Arman immediately swallowed. Then looked at his wife who even dodged as he looked at her.

"Did he know something?" muttered Arman who was getting restless.

"What's this meal?"

"Herbal soup!" lia answered and ate and still turned her attention.

"Not that, what's this for?"

"For health, let's not get tired easily."

"That's not what I mean!" reply Arman.

"Already, Mas. Just spend it."

Arman immediately put down the chopsticks, and left the table.

"Mas!" Lia rubbed her face, her eyes sore, plus looked at her homemade soup, she really wanted to cry.

Arman doesn't eat, he goes to the backyard. Sitting in the gazebo behind the house while lighting a match, even though his lifestyle is healthy, but if many thoughts run yes to it as well.

Tap tap tap

Dance walked in the back, the sound of her footsteps ringing out more and more clearly in Arman's ears.

"When did you know that?"

Lia stopped walking.

"Do you want to leave me?" accuse Arman.

"Maos ..."

Arman threw a flat object in his hand, then turned to look at Lia whose eyes had already condensed.

"What if I can't give you a child?" ask Arman.

Lia shook her head, her lips trembling withstanding the cries.

"What if I'm really barren?"

Lia could not resist the tightness, she held on to Arman's body, but the man stared and remained silent. There was sadness, there was disappointment, there were many mixed feelings that could not be described.

***

The child is God's full right. Man may ask, but God decides.