It's true, I'm really not pregnant. After the dinner on our Girl's Night, Dian and Luna shared a ride since their house is close to each other while Mama who was supposed to go home with me decided to go with Papa; he showed up at the very last minute, wanting to have late-night snack with his wife so yeah, I had to drive home all alone. I don't know what happened, perhaps to succumb to my doubt about earlier event, I stopped by at a pharmacy and got myself three pregnancy tests. Maybe the one my mother bought was somewhat faulty? According to Go0gle, it's best to take the test right after you wake up in the morning so I went to bed, forced myself to sleep though I remained awake until Fajr prayer. I decided to take the test afterwards and as expected, it was another negative. I repeated the same routine for the next two days, but they all gave me the same answer- a big fat Not Pregnant. To remove the doubt further, I purchased three more that were from different brands and types
I feel so much better, like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders after spilling everything out to my sisters. To keep it bottled, brewing in me for three whole months clearly made me a bitter person so today, I'm back to being the cheerful Alya I once was. Well that's what they said, because I don't even realise it impacted my personality that bad. "Can you pleaseeeee stop ordering pizza again? I feel like vomiting every time I see that pizza box, I sure will vomit for real once you open the box and flaunt that triangle thing to my face." Dian groans while Luna giggles for succeeding to annoy her sister. "Get a bucket then, because I already ordered one for me!" By me that would mean her and 'me', because Luna eats like two slices and the rest would always be shoved towards me- the walking trashcan. And yes, she has been eating pizza everyday since last week, though thankfully they're of different flavors. I'd vomit too if it's the same thing because like I said, I'm the on
I hardly think this is stalking.Borderline stalking, sure. But the intention matters, right? That's what differentiating this from either being a stalker, or just a worried husband. I am a billionaire, and according to some ridiculous lists by those tv shows and magazines, my family is one of the top five richest family in US. So it's perfectly justifiable to hire a whole squad to keep an eye on my wife, because it would be too late to do anything if she somehow got discovered by bad people who aim to retrieve money from me by the act of kidnapping, blackmailing, or any other crime. I have money and power to shut them up, or blackmail them back, but if they touch my wife, or do worse things to her, I'd regret it till the day I die for not protecting her with all I have. She wants space, I'll give her space. But to pull the plug on security, there is no way in hell I'm going to agree to that. Be it stalking, or invasion of privacy, I'll deal with the lawsuit if she so much wants
Jakarta is known for its ridiculous traffic jam so being the adventurous city girl, I influence my little sister to follow me to the night market by motorcycle. Luna and I had been doing this since I got my licence in high school but we stopped when she went overseas to further her studies so to do this again, to reminisce our fond memory, shopping at such crowded places hunting for cheap, authentic Indonesian street food, ahhhhh I'm homeeeee! After seven weeks of being in my hometown, I must say I'm born to be an Indonesian. I'm born to spend my days in this tropical weather rather than the four seasons at a big city called New York. I love how I can converse with anyone without needing to stutter just because I can't find the right word in English. Everybody speaks Indonesian, and everybody shares the same cultural behaviour. I don't have to worry if anything I do will offend someone. Most importantly, the one thing that I will always treasure is how easy it is for me to get my
I'm gonna see my baby today!It's already tomorrow where he or she is but you get what I mean. So yeah, I'm gonna see my baby!When I read the report Hank sent during the phone call, I couldn't believe it. I thought my mind was doing a trick because of the excessive worry I've had since yesterday, and also the fact that I was talking to my sister in law. But when I read it again, digest every sentence, with the statement clearly written that she's pregnant, I still thought it was impossible. Because I was sure as hell she's on birth control by how much she wanted to be out of this marriage; the last thing she needed was an anchor that would forever attach herself to me. Also because I saw an empty pack of birth control pills thrown in her room's trash can that one time we had sex. I scanned through the attached result from the lab since I honestly had no idea what the figures meant to actually read it comprehensively -because believe me, if I had the knowledge of a lab technician,
"But I had ten negatives! Ten! I tested every single day for ten days, and they were all negative. Are you sure I'm pregnant?" Despite my weak facade ten minutes ago, I'm very much energised right now, sitting down facing my doctor who had to come back to answer my doubt eventhough she just left the room; the perks of being a VVVVVVIP patient. I bet this is Honey's doing because instead of looking like a normal ward, this is more like a hotel suite. According to Dian, she slept in the other room last night while waiting for me to wake up. Hah! A hotel suite with two bedrooms! And a kitchenette. With a big dining table as if I'll be entertaining. Have I mentioned the whole set of three seater and two seater sofa? And a huge LED tv? With sound system? "When did you take the test?" She asks calmly, as if she's not fazed with the conflict between what I said and the blood test result. "A week after I arrive here. Like maybe, uhh, six weeks ago?" She smiles widely as if she just figu
I purposely made sure she's booked for a suite knowing how particular she is with her hair and whatnot- she fucking wore her hijab to bed when we shared a room during my nephew's wedding at Italy back then.But when I stepped into the room, with a pillow being thrown straight to my crotch, I was surprised to see the culprit dressed in a hospital gown with a shawl wrapped around her head. Who is she covering her hair from? I wanted her to be comfortable, to the point of assigning only female doctors, female nurses, and female bodyguards but there she was, covered from head to toe despite looking weak. The last thing I want for her is to worry about trivial stuff when she's already tired from carrying my baby. I'm gonna get Hank for this. "Call me if you need anything," Dian says once we’ve reached the main entrance of this suite, "Anytime. Okay?" I nod, "Okay. But I got this."She chuckles instantly at my confidence, "I'm available 24-7. Just call me if she's too difficult to handl
I'm trying my best to be grateful for this pregnancy knowing I'm one of the lucky ones, to be able to conceive without much difficulties compared to those who have been trying for years, even decades. So believe me when I said I really, really am trying my best. But one after another issues keep happening in my life, in just two days, that I start to question if this is what I get for being a wife who always fight with her husband; Islam teaches us, women, to treat the husbands as a king, contrary to what I've been doing since the past five years. I even went rogue these couple of months when I purposely rebelled to ensure a divorce at the end of the two years contract. Here I am, horrified with what I've gathered in just two short days. One, an unexpected pregnancy when I was so sure about the divorce. Let's just say I've accepted the fact that there will be a child in my life, though divorce is still at the back of my mind. Two, it was fun during the baby-making, yes. Very fun