Destiny with You
Pregnancy Rachel

The noise in the morning, the voice of a couple. Rachel was being held by Alfarid in a circle, the whole house was mixed up to him.

"What's Farid?" ask mother.

" Mah, Farid's gonna be a dad." Farid answered while landing a kiss on Rachel's cheek and forehead.

Grandfather who came out of his room to witness this, immediately threw his gaze to the second floor that already stood Dzikra with Hera. That look gave a lot of meaning, Dzikra clenched his hands, his chest felt tight to see his former lover was pregnant. His heart was angered because Dzikra felt all things would be snatched away by Alfarid, first Rahel now a company as well. With no intention of going downstairs, Dzikra instead dragged Hera into the room. Hera who was being pulled by his hand by Dzikra gasped and she just followed him, going inside the room.

The atmosphere in the room was quite quiet. Hera stood not far from the Dzikra which kept pacing. I don't know what Dzikra's thinking.

" Let's go downstairs, it's rude if we don't congratulate her on sister-in-law's pregnancy." Hera took Dzikra down.

Dzikra looked towards the voice, then was stunned. Then Dzikra pulled Hera's hand, and threw Hera's body on the mattress, then overcame her. Hera was shocked by the Dzikra's behavior.

"Dzik, what are you doing, we have to go down." pinta Hera revolted.

Dzikra did not budge and he held Hera's hands together, so as not to continue rebelling.

" Don't you say I can do it to you. Now I want to do it!" his words are full of emotion.

Hera was shocked to hear Dzikra's words, had she asked him last night, Hera would have welcomed him with pleasure. But this time Hera changed her mind, because last night Dzikra said he behaved as he should *******.

"It looks like last night's slap made you forget what you said. I don't wanna do it. Unhand me!"

Hera pushed the Dzikra's body with all her might, but failed. Hera actually got a kiss on her lips. This made Hera stop rebelling. His face had already turned into a boiled crab. His lips Dzikra again touched Hera's lips, but before the action could continue. The door was knocked from the outside.

" Sister, are you awake? We're waiting downstairs for breakfast." Voice Step-sister Dzikra.

Because there was no answer, his sister continued to knock on the door, until finally Dzikra with a hoot opened the door. The little face was smiling.

" Hehehe, I'm sorry to bother you, Brother Hehehe".

said stepbrother Dzikra while cengegesan.

"Yes, it's coming down." Dzikra answered quickly closing the door but was restrained by his sister.

" Kaka has to go down NOW! the doctor also came to want to do kaka's leg." Obviously his step-sister.

"YES!" Dzikra replied with annoyance.

Hera who was half confused, immediately got up to see Dzikra standing closer to the mattress, Hera rushed towards the bathroom. His heart beats back.

What happened to Dzikra, did he want to vent his emotions on me. Huh! But what he just did to me, my lips oh no. Oh gosh.

Hera began to cover her face in shame, she immediately turned on the shower, cleaned her body.

***

In the vestibule, the Dzikra is being treated by a doctor, and walking exercises. Grandpa, stepmother and Alfarid watched it. While in the kitchen the family's two daughters-in-law was handed the task of making snacks, this has become a tradition of the Al Ghifari family when news emerged of the pregnancy of one family member, then the daughters-in-law will make snacks. Rachel seems skilled at making milk pie, while Hera is still confused about what to make. Hera is not an expert in making cakes, Hera decided to look for food ingredients in the refrigerator, she found the only vegetables Hera expertise in making fried foods, finally hera chose to make a vegetable basket mixed with shrimp.

"What did you do to Hera?" Rachel asked in astonishment.

" I made what I could do. I can't make food like you." Hera.

" Hey, this isn't in the village, don't make the village food, this Al ghifari family doesn't deserve to eat junk food like that. Make it sweet." Rachel expressed her words cynically.

" Oh you know, this is junk food. Dirty-Dirty. I'll learn later to make food like you better and better. Right now I'm not good." - timpal Hera calmly, even though his heart was bullied because he mocked Rachel.

"Ah yes, you are only smart but can not cook, all this time you must never cook.You are indeed a spoiled child." Rachel further provoked Hera's anger.

" Hm... It's delicious, it tastes so good."

The praised Rachel immediately gave a smile. Seeing this, his heart flared hot, he grabbed the plate of milk pie and ate it himself. Everyone was amazed to see him, Farid also looked at Dzikra, he understood his meaning, then he saw the depression of Hera who was already moody, Farid immediately took the fried food made by Hera.

" Hm.. It's also good."

Everyone finally took the fritters that Hera made, because the milk pie was overpowered by the Dzikra. But their faces changed when they ate the Bakwan.

" It's pretty salty." His sister-in-law cried.

"Hehe. This is too hard and too much oil" said the mother-in-law.

" It doesn't taste anything" said Rachel, who tried it, showing a mocking expression.

" It's not worth eating." Said Dzikra coldly who was curious to take it.

Seeing the situation that increasingly felt hell for Hera. His heart was already wounded, embarrassed, and sad he said nothing, at a loss of what to say. Nor does he intend to defend. Hera took the fried food she made, and devoured it.

Yes, it's not delicious at all. Rasamya is turning weird. Why can, I think it's taken right.

" I'm sorry my cooking this time so disappointed my mother, grandfather and all, I will try again to make it worth eating. Again forgive me." Hera spoke formally apologizing.

His tears could not be dammed anymore, he chose to walk to the back garden and grabbed his phone. He sat facing the fish pond watching the artificial waterfall on the pool wall. Hera sobbed, her phone rang and immediately picked it up.

"Ra, are you crying again?" greet the voice of the young man who called at the end of there

"No." He briefly answered Hera

"Long lo, I know a nangist, I know you've been 4 years. Kenape lo, my ama story. Relax, I won't bucket." Cerocos Ranges.

"Ga. I can't cook." Hera.

"The people can't cook. So why?" Answer Rangga watados.

"Lo doesn't entertain me at all." Hera's upset.

" Hahahah.okay I understand you must have been insulted in-laws can not cook. Uh I obviously go to loe yes, girl can not cook it is ordinary, which is important girl can nyenengin husband" Gelak laughs sound again.

"Basar you Ga. More and more chatting with you." Hera said more annoyed.

Dzikra had been behind Hera listening to the conversation. The Dzikra rebuked Hera.

" The others are already waiting in the front room." Dzikra said with cold.

Hera was immediately shocked to hear the voice of Dzikra and immediately recognized Rangga's phone. He immediately got up following the Dzikra who had already walked into the vestibule. There a doctor was examining Rachel. Then Hera was told to sit down to be examined as well. The doctor smiled after examining Hera.

"Bu Hera is very fertile, her uterus is strong. Ms. Hera has a chance to give birth to many children." Obstetrician to everyone Present.

Hera immediately looked towards the Dzikra who had been staring at him sharply. Dzikra was thinking something with his heart voice saying.

Hmmm .. There is still hope I master the company. Have forgotten about love, tonight should be the beginning of opening a relationship with him.

***

That night, Hera came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel, and realized that Dzikra was in the room, her legs had begun to recover. Hera who was about to head for the closet took the clothes, undoing her intentions. Turn back to the bathroom, but from the back of his hand pulled and then hugged him from behind. His body was circled with the heavy hands of the Dzikra. Hera's heart immediately sighed, Dzikra's breath was heard through his ears, his lips were stuck to Hera's smooth white neck and kissed while sucking and then down to his shoulders. Hera could only tightly grip the end of the towel, her heart pounding even more.

SERIATE....