Episode 2

Now there are only three people left living in this fairly large house because Mrs. Desi and Mr. Har have returned to the village to take care of the rice fields and garden. Even though they have workers to take care of it, they still don't feel confident and their bodies get tired if they don't work on their garden themselves.

Andini could only rely on Wati if she needed something, but that was only if it was really necessary because Andini was not the type of woman who was too spoiled. Her tough life made her used to doing everything herself; she only needed help because she was in the early stages of pregnancy.

Initially, Andini refused to have a helper because the house could still be managed and Hendra didn't work every day. Their clothing store business in the city had started to grow, so Hendra didn't have to go there every day to monitor their store, or rather, Andini's store.

However, Mrs. Desi insisted on having a helper so they wouldn't have to bother with the housework; mopping and sweeping would definitely be taken care of by Wati. Andini was strictly forbidden by Hendra to do those things; she was only allowed to do light work so that the young lady wouldn't get too tired and become weaker.

Especially in the morning, Andini would keep vomiting until she was limp and weak; she didn't want to eat rice at all, so she had to drink a lot of milk and vitamins instead. Therefore, Hendra couldn't let his wife continue working; she had to rest and do light work around the house.

"Are you awake, honey?" Andini greeted her husband.

"Ughhh, my head feels a bit dizzy," Hendra complained, lying on the lap of his wife who was watching television.

"That's what you get for staying up late even though I told you not to, now you have a headache, right." Andini pinched her husband's cheek.

"But I wanted to go to the shop today, and now I have a headache," Hendra grumbled, a little annoyed.

"Maybe another time, I also want to go there, I plan to see what's missing," Andini said softly.

"Me too, you're not allowed to go alone." Hendra pinched his wife's sharp nose.

While they were joking around and not to forget Hendra's hand that slipped into Andini's shirt because he wanted to caress his child who might only be the size of a red bean because Andini's pregnancy was still very early.

"Here's your coffee, Sir," Wati served coffee to Hendra.

"You don't have to make it for me tomorrow, Mbak! Let Andini do it," Hendra said politely and softly.

"Okay, I'm sorry for making it for you today," Wati felt uncomfortable.

"It's okay, it's fine for this time," Hendra replied.

Hendra was indeed a bit difficult to serve; if it wasn't made by his wife, it wouldn't suit his taste. Especially when it came to coffee, and it was proven that Wati's coffee didn't appeal to him. Andini got up and went to the kitchen to make a drink for her fussy husband.

"Want some snacks?" Andini offered as she headed to the kitchen.

"Melon or apple would be nice," Hendra nodded happily.

"Okay, wait a minute," Andini left immediately.

Wati's coffee didn't suit his taste at all, and now she had to make a new one. Andini quickly washed the glass, afraid that Wati would be offended. Because even though she was a helper, she still had feelings.

"Let me peel the melon and apple for you, Ma'am," Wati offered.

"No need, I'll do it," Andini refused gently.

"Alright, what would you like for lunch, Ma'am?" Wati asked again.

"Hmm, I want some boiled sweet potatoes and steamed vegetables," Andini replied while thinking about what to make for her husband.

"What about you, Sir?" Wati asked again.

"Make him seafood with Padang sauce, he likes that," Andini replied, pouring hot water into the glass.

Wati then opened the cupboard to see what was there, it was indeed very complete. She could cook anything she wanted just by taking it without having to think twice. This was the kind of life that many women dreamed of.

"If only I had a rich husband like that," Wati muttered, imagining a wealthy man.

Andini couldn't hear her anymore because she went to the front to accompany her husband. Wati looked at the very happy couple. As if there were no burdens or trials that God gave them, everything went smoothly, from their sustenance to the loving relationship between the two.

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Ugh, Ugh.

The feeling of nausea attacked the beautiful woman who was in her early pregnancy again. Andini washed her face and noticed her vomit, which was only clear liquid mixed with clumps of red. The more she looked at it, the more it made Andini shudder. She quickly turned on the water so that the blood would disappear.

"Do pregnant women vomit blood?" Andini wondered to herself.

She quickly grabbed her cell phone to contact Salsa, her younger sister who currently had one child. She got pregnant faster because maybe her womb or seeds were fertile. Now Salsa's child was three months old, so Andini wanted to ask how Salsa was doing during her pregnancy.

"Hello, Assalamualaikum, pregnant lady," Salsa greeted her cheerfully.

"Waalaikumsalam, young mother," Andini replied, just as cheerfully.

"You're calling me this early in the morning, what's up?" Salsa asked happily.

"Geez, you seem so happy." Andini could tell from her sister's tone of voice that she was happy.

"You see, last night, Mas Davin asked me out, but I refused, and he said that if I agreed, he would buy me a gold bracelet. And it turned out to be true, why wouldn't I be happy?" Salsa exclaimed excitedly.

"You're such a gold digger!" Andini also laughed happily.

"Of course, I have to be, I'm stuck with him for life, I have to get something out of it," Salsa always had an answer.

"Hey, Sis, I wanted to ask, you experienced morning sickness too, right? When you vomited, was there any blood, Sa?" Andini focused on her initial purpose.

"A little bit, maybe because of a cut in my throat," Salsa replied.

"This isn't a little bit, it's quite a lot, and it's round and lumpy. That's why I asked you!" Andini explained.

"Just go get it checked out, pregnant women experience all sorts of things!" Salsa suggested.

"Okay, I'll ask Mas Hendra to take me later," Andini replied.

Their phone call ended because Salsa couldn't chat for long. Her little one was very difficult to leave alone when she wanted to relax and chat with her sister.

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