Anastasia stood closer to him than she did the day that they first went to see them. The day that they told them about their marriage. She held Samsul's arm and looked at them. They sat the same way they had the first time, which left Anastasia and Samsul to do the same. The two of them stood awkwardly at the door as they waited to be noticed by his parents. She rested her forehead against his shoulder and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She smell enveloped her nose, causing her to smile. She loved him so much and the thought of having a child with him was fluctuating between elation and uncertainty. Luckily for her, it was never too bad a feeling, she was always still happy about their child. She looked up at Samsul and gave him hand a small squeeze, smiling.