The day changed, the moon changed, now Gwen's womb began to look bigger when she was 8 months old. Gwen still often does chemo, yes she still hopes that the miracle will come for her who never stops fighting to recover from her illness. although the medic said it was impossible. However, isn't there anything impossible if God wills.
The problem now appeared again, when he heard the news about Roni who had managed to escape from the mental hospital. The police asked that the Morgan family to be more vigilant and careful because Roni still didn't know his whereabouts.
"What's wrong, Mas? Looks like you're on edge?" Gwen asked.
"I received news from the police, if Roni the psychopath man managed to escape from the mental hospital. You have to be careful dear, I know the nature of that rotten man who is very eager to have you in any way," said Morgan explaining to his wife.
"Hopefully nothing will happen, Mas, I'm afraid the man will come back again," said Gwen with a look on her face that looked very restless.
"Calm down, I'm here. I won't let him touch you one bit," Morgan said then gently rubbed the top of his wife's head, then kissed it.
"Oh yes, Mas, what will I cook tonight?" asked Gwen who was currently wearing a tie on Morgan's neck.
"Em... apa ya? But I don't want you to be too tired, baby. Moreover, after your old womb, never mind, don't do heavy activities," said Morgan who felt very worried about his wife.
"But, what's wrong with me cooking for you, Mas. You're my husband, or because my cooking isn't good so you don't want me to cook for you," snapped Gwen by folding her arms around her chest.
"Honey, who said that your cooking is not good. understand, I just don't want you to get tired and sick," said Morgan, but Gwen was already annoyed. about it, since Gwen was pregnant. Morgan was always chatty and told Gwen to be quiet not to do this and that.
"I'm not that weak Mas, you always underestimate my strength," Gwen twisted her position and so in a sleeping position turned her back to Morgan.
Morgan sighed then held his wife's shoulder, so that the woman would look at him. And in the end Morgan gave in to let his wife cook.
"Alright, I want to eat chicken soup tonight. I haven't enjoyed your soup in a long time," Morgan replied, he better give in than having to see his gwen swing all day, it's not better anymore.
"Okay Gwen, I'll make the chicken soup special for you later," Gwen replied then she smiled and looked very happy.
"As long as you are happy dear, whatever I will do for you. Thank you," said Morgan while kissing Gwen's forehead.
"Yes, I did. Mas, go to the office again, honey."
"Mas, be careful, bring the car," said Gwen.
"Yes, you are also careful at home, yes dear. And you dad go to work first. Don't be naughty in there," said Morgan, who was now squatting in front of Gwen's stomach, stroking it slowly, not forgetting one sweet kiss he gave to his future child. After that Morgan went to the office after saying hello.
After Morgan left, Gwen went to the kitchen to find her housekeeper. He wants to know whether the ingredients of cooking are still complete or not.
"Bi, Aunt Darmi." Gwen called her household assistant. Gwen also checked some ingredients to make soup, it seemed that something was incomplete according to her.
"Is this chicken finished, Bi?" Gwen asked again, while opening and checking the contents of her refrigerator.
"Yes, Non Gwen, the chicken supply has run out," Aunt Darmi replied
"Well. Even though Mas Morgan asked to cook chicken soup for dinner tonight," muttered Gwen.
"Let me buy it at the Non market," said the assistant.
"Yes, please, Bi," said Gwen and then gave money for shopping.
His assistant immediately rushed to go buy Gwen's order. However, the woman walked with weak steps and suddenly staggered.
"Bi. Wait Bi," Gwen prevented then walked closer to her.
"Yes Non gwen, what's wrong?" asked his assistant in a hoarse voice, his face looking pale and weak.
"Is Auntie sick?" asked Gwen who looked worried.
"Just a little chilly, Non. But that's fine," the woman replied.
"Oh God, then Auntie just rest, later let me call the doctor so that Auntie will be checked immediately." Gwen ordered.
"No need Non, this is just an ordinary fever," he said, feeling bad for his lady.
"Never mind Auntie just rest, I don't want anything to happen to Auntie." Gwen chuckles.
"But the chicken meat, Non?"
"Don't think about it Bi, Auntie's health is much more important than chicken. About chicken, let me buy it myself, Bi," said Gwen with a friendly smile at the assistant.
Finally Darmi obeyed Gwen's orders, letting her employer go to the market alone to buy complementary materials for making soup.
Now Gwen rushed out of the house to buy soto ingredients to the market. However, because of her pregnant condition, she walked very slowly. It turned out that it was not easy to travel alone in such an old pregnant state. Luckily there was a motorcycle taxi driver who stopped in front of his house, he could now breathe a sigh of relief, at least he would not be caught in traffic jams on the way to the market.
"Taxi driver, huh?" Gwen asked a man sitting on his motorbike and wearing his full facenya helmet. The man just nodded silently.
"Please take me to the market, bro," Gwen said without any suspicion. While the man again just nodded not saying a word, Gwen immediately climbed on the motorbike very carefully.
After Gwen managed to get on the motorbike, the man drove his motorbike but not towards the market. Of course it made Gwen start thinking no-no.
"Loh, how come you're straight? The direction of the market is turning right," said Gwen, giving directions, the woman became surprised, she spoke half shouting.
But the man just kept quiet and continued to drive his motorbike at high speed, and Gwen was getting more and more suspicious, he felt something was wrong with the ojeg handyman, he tried to scream so that the man would stop his vehicle speed.
"Who is this brother? And what do you want? quickly put me down!" Gwen shouted with a face full of worry.
"Shut up! Or I will crash this motorbike, do you want the child in your womb to die?" threatened the suspicious man.
"That voice? I think I know that voice," Gwen thought by trying to remember who the owner of the voice was.