Chapter 2 Quarrel

"You're telling me to be self-conscious, huh? I've had a lot of patience!" Feby sobbed even more. Her right hand, which was not listening to the device, began to clench. Even now her chest was moving up and down. [Feby] "Sorry. We shouldn't fight like this, Feb. Especially since you're pregnant."] "Baby, I haven't finished talking," Feby whined unhappily. ["Honey, it's getting late. You'd better get some rest. Remember our future child in there."] It was useless for Feby to beg. The call via the air was finally cut off just like that. Leaving the pain that again had to be suppressed alone. *** The romance drama seen on the cell phone screen made Feby uneasy. The woman with two bodies chuckled as the actor was proving his love for the idol. Sickening. That's what's in Feby's heart. However, in the deepest recesses of her heart, she wanted to be treated like that. Oh my goodness! How long would she continue to dwell in delusion? It's impossible that the man she loves will act like that. "Marni took the day off this morning. Her child is sick," muttered the mother while greeting Feby who had just come out of the room. Feby nodded slowly. She immediately turned her face away so that she would not meet the middle-aged woman face-to-face. "How come Mom is already here? Usually, you're already at school." Her mother chuckled softly. "It's a red date, Feb. Look at the calendar!" "Oh," Feby muttered then. "Don't you have any intention of eating something?" her mother asked. "No, I don't. Besides, if I want something, I can just order it. There are many delivery order services, right?" The middle-aged woman chuckled softly. "Don't. Just tell Zaki. I'll pay him later. It's a pity for him. He still hasn't gotten a job yet." "Didn't you say he was accepted as a TU staff at the school where you teach?" Feby, who had just landed her body on the sofa, immediately looked to the side. "He said it's not suitable, Feb." "He's spoiled! Try it first and see how it goes!" snapped Feby. "Mom loves that boy too much. Even though his nature is the same as father." "Zaki is different, Feb!" The mother's voice began to rise. "Never mind. If you don't want to help your brother, don't do this. You're just stingy with your brother!" "When was I stingy, Mom? I give you everything you need," Feby argued unacceptably. And for who knows the umpteenth time the two mothers and children were involved in an argument. In the next few minutes, the atmosphere became silent because the master of the house had returned to the room. [Feb, my sister's son wants to pay the farewell money. Borrow a million of your own money first]. The message just now was just one of a handful of discourses that Feby often received every day. The woman kept saying yes without ever refusing to help the brothers who were in need. It was as if she was the currency printer. The sound of the bell from the entrance made Feby glance lazily. Luckily at the right time, Zaki had appeared first. So he simply gave the code through eye movements so that his younger brother walked towards the source of the sound. "How about it, Feb? Isn't there money?" asked a thirty-year-old woman with a face that was already pleading. Feby nodded slowly. "There is, but can you tidy up my pile of clothes in the corner? Marni didn't come today." "Oh, of course." Eagerly, her cousin immediately walked in the direction Feby was referring to. While she smiled meaningfully while folding her hands in front of her chest. "When you're done, let me know, sis. I'm waiting in the room," Feby murmured, to which the woman immediately agreed. Just about to take a step, Zaki's voice stopped Feby's movement. "Sis Feb, share the money!" Zaki asked directly to the point. "It's Sunday night. I want to go to my girlfriend's house." "If you want to take me to the mall for my monthly shopping. How about it?" Feby made an offer. Her sister's nod made her nod slowly. "In the afternoon, prepare the car." The longing that was still lodged in her chest made Feby unable to resist visiting a place full of memories with her husband. She continued to circle the shopping center as if she were beside the man she loved. Until Zaki's reprimand made the pregnant woman growl softly. "What do you want to shop for? Aren't there still plenty of fruits in the fridge?" asked Zaki, who was getting annoyed. Especially when the clock on his wrist showed the number six. "Don't ask so many questions. You're just disturbing," Feby snapped with a sour face. The younger brother who was smart enough to take advantage of the opportunity also said, "I want to buy my girlfriend chocolate and snacks too. Can I, Sis?" "Whatever you want!" After that, Feby just left. Then she stepped into a restaurant, the place where her husband took her the first time they dated. A feeling of guilt slowly emerged when she realized the argument last night. Feby also intended to send a message in the form of an apology to her husband. Unfortunately, the phrase she had composed in such a way was still checked one. Not wanting to bother anymore, Feby immediately ordered a drink to quench her thirst. "Thank you," Feby said to the waitress. "You're welcome, ma'am. Enjoy." The kick of the fetus in there made Feby gasp for a moment. The shoulder-length-haired woman hurriedly touched her stomach lightly. Inevitably making a smile curve in gratitude that now she would no longer be alone. "Angga?" Feby's monologue as soon as she saw a man she recognized. Coincidentally, the person he was staring at also turned his head. The two of them looked at each other silently. Until the view in the south corner of the room made Feby stunned. Her tears fell instantly.