Asna used to nag me about getting pregnant before I left for Japan.
She got over it.
Flipping the newspaper like a boss, reading the coverage on Zika the other day, she looked at me and asked:
“There’s Zika. How are you going to get pregnant now?”
She paused and before I could say anything:
“Nevermind. I don’t care. Lantak you nak beranak bila.”