Adorable Wife Mr. CEO Named

Punishment

Since that morning, Faizah had actually gone on strike to talk to Juna. Two nights later, she ran away to the apartment to avoid her husband.

At his home, Juna looks careless himself because Faizah does not come home. "Based on a disobedient wife, she thinks it's not a sin to leave a husband?"

Juna didn't finish the breakfast he made a few minutes ago because it didn't taste good. He usually cooks his own breakfast. But since marriage, Faizah always prepared breakfast for him. And it seems like Juna's tongue is used to the wife's cooking. Though there is nothing special about Faizah cuisine, but the taste is still different.

"Ck, why did I miss her fried rice? Haish. Where's my number on the block again. Truly the ungodly wife, I'm new to know." Juna gulped down the water in annoyance. And not knowing if he swore at his wife. After that Juna also intends to go to the office even though today there is no important schedule.

In the apartment, Faizah just woke up because since four o'clock he kept vomiting until his body was weak. And he was only able to sleep again at six. Therefore he just woke up when the sun began to push.

"Nghhh.. I hurt a lot in my waist." Complaints while stalling. His head was also a bit dizzy. "Hiks. Though to make it very tasty to use, until addictive. Lucky to be a guy, stay nice doang. The girls who bothered everything. Pregnant, giving birth, not to mention looking after the child."

Faizah got up from the bed, with her eyes still heavy she stepped definitely towards the bathroom. She washed her face gently. Then wash it with soap as is the habit in the morning.

"Huh, really laper. Where else does males cook. Must be nauseous again when going to the kitchen. You think you're going to mess up like Papa, huh? Make your mom not in the mood." Faizah stroked his stomach. "Don't dong. enough Papa you just make a sprain. You should be a cheerful child. It's not good to be stiff like a kanebo, hehe."

After cleaning up, Faizah intends to get out of the bathroom. However, he did not realize if the floor was slippery and eventually slipped.

Bruk!

"Aduhhh.." - complained Faizah as her butt kissed the floor first. Even his stomach hurt. "Geez, it hurts."

Faizah looked down, his eyes twisting when he saw blood seeping from his shorts. Fear began to envelop him. "Ngghh. please." Shouts as much as possible. Even to wake up is difficult.

"Hiks... Am I going to die now huh? It hurts so much, anyone please. There is no prince who is sadong. Euhhh." Faizah held onto the end of the washtafle table and tried to get up. And he succeeded.

Faizah's cry grew louder as the pain grew more intense. "I think I really want to die. It hurts so much, God. If I die, he will lose, right? Uhhh... Surely he wouldn't care right? Huhuhuhoo...."

"Dad."

Faizah was shocked when she heard Juna's heavy voice. A smile rose in his lips. "Sir Husband, please."

Juna who heard Faizah's voice in the bathroom immediately ran there. Open the door violently. And how shocked he was when he saw Faizah's condition. More precisely when he saw the blood on his wife's legs.

"Damn!" The guy who immediately bangs his wife's tiny body. "Bas stupid."

"Sick, don't get scolded." The whine of Faizah is getting hotter.

"Where can the story be told?" Annoyed Juna slightly ran carrying his wife out.

"Snakes, it hurts, Mas. If I die now you don't marry me until my grave is dry" Faizah said, twisting her husband's coat.

Juna clucked. Faizah could have thought about that in such a situation. "You're sloppy, Izah. So the wife do not argue the husband, yes gini punishment."

"Hiks. I accidentally fell, Mom. Don't you ever doain I fell because I didn't come home?"

Juna was silent. He remembered what he said a few minutes ago. Therefore, he was also not feeling well and undo his intentions to the office. And turned his car into Faizah's apartment. Fortunately, Juna had replaced the apartment with their wedding date so he could enter.

Juna took Faizah to the clinic which happened to be next to the apartment building, in the face of Faizah's face began to pale with sweat pouring on his forehead. "Patience, we're almost there."

Faizah nodded weakly.

Arriving at the clinic, Faizah was immediately taken to the room for examination. Luckily Juna was allowed to come. Actually, he himself forced to come.

Juna looks restless on his own when the doctor takes care of the wife. And do not dare to talk for fear of disturbing his concentration.

Faizah clasped Juna's hand tightly even though her eyes were closed. Unknowingly Juna's other hand rubbed Faizah's sweat. "Sorry."

Faizah opened his eyes. "Our son doesn't have a papa, does he?"

"Hm." Juna nodded.

"I don't want him to leave. He was just there, Mom." Her tears are sliding. "It's hard to get him, I've got to lose my pride first."

Juna's heart was filled when he saw the sadness in his wife's eyes. For the first time he saw a sad Faizah. He was used to seeing his wife was cheerful and always throwing a tantrum. It was a little strange to see him like this. "He must be strong."

Faizah nodded. He did not even dare to look at the doctor who was examining him. "He's not a papa, is he?"

Ask again to convince the heart.

Juna doesn't know what to answer because he doesn't have an answer.

"Alhamdulillah no papa, Buk. Next time be careful not to fall again. Can be any danger if the fall directly hit the stomach. The bleeding has stopped too. Fortunately, the father took his wife here. Her fetus is safe after we do the examination. To avoid unwanted things, you must take a complete break. If you can't have sex first until the contents return to normal."

Faizah breathed a sigh of relief hearing the doctor's explanation. But not for Juna, he was somewhat disappointed by the doctor's last words.

"How many months can't you have sex, Doc?" asked Juna who managed to make Faizah shocked. The doctor smiled with amusement.

"I can't be sure, sir. But before the mother is safe try to be detained first huh?"

Faizah pinched Juna's arm. "Ih.. notya worryin his son even mikirin bird himself. Ngeselin."

Juna breathed a heavy sigh. "My wife can go straight home, right?"

"Can, but try to take a complete break at home? Don't fall again, it could be dangerous. Please watch out for his wife, sir."

"Tuh denger, beware of his wife. This is mah boro-boro, wife escaped even diibiarin aja. Not very sensitive."

Juna clucked in annoyance. "I'm not asking you to run away. You want to be alone."

"Well, if that's not a blur, Old Man. Hiss.. ngeselinnya not abis-abis...duh...." Faizah stroked his stomach which was still painful.

The doctor laughed crisply. "The Father can."

After feeling somewhat better, Faizah was immediately taken home by Juna. And they are on their way home now.

"Mas, laper." Whimpek Faizah's.

"We're looking for a vegetable barn in front."

Faizah was shocked to hear that. "Do you like vegetable lontong?"

"Hm." Juna nodded.

"I think your tongue is westernized, apparently still indo too huh?" Faizah chuckled as she stroked her stomach.

Juna did not respond at all.

"Eat in the car, right? My stomach still hurts." Pinta Faizah as they stop at one of the roadside stalls.

"Hm." Juna rushed down from the car to order a barrel, and he soon returned.

"Still sick?" He asked while rubbing Faizah's stomach.

"A little, but very sleepy, Mas. Laper is also yes, how dong. Wanted to be bribed." Whimpek Faizah's.

Hehe. Benefits of not papa circumstances yes? Who told me to be a husband is not attentive. Wife ran away and was abandoned.

"Ck, don't be spoiled."

"Hiks.yeah no papa." Faizah turned his face away.

Juna hissed annoyed. "Okay, I'm bribing. Satisfied?"

"If you're not sincere, I can eat alone. In most pain, you're glad I'm sick." Faizah put up a sad made-up.

Juna glared at hearing that. "What do you want?"

"You're pampered, you don't have to be a husband." Annoyed Faizah while twisting her dress. "Where the pregnant wife is pampered, this is mah boro-boro. Wife ran away. It's still a good thing I didn't die. You're waiting for me to die, right?"

Juna tightened his jaw. "Can you shut up, diploma? You say that with logic."

"Well..Well, where was my fault? I'll tell you what it is, Mas." Faizah Sahut.

"Whatever." Ketus Juna's.

Faizah pursed her lips, gently stroking her flat stomach. "Sorry Mama, baby? Mama can't give you a good Papa. We'll find a new one, right? This one's expiring."

Juna looked straight at me. "Not be weird. Don't you bother me."

"Your brother, Papa's but not dear."

"Dad." Furious Juna. However, his frustration was forced to be detained because the vegetable filler orders have come.

"Thank you, Buk? It's a pedal, right?" Ask Faizah.

"Not really, Neng. Want to add the cab?"

"Not to." Juna Sahut. Sontak Faizah glares.

"Add a lot, Buk."

"No, Buk. That's enough, thanks." Juna took a bowl for him. "Eat that, don't bother."

In Mother the seller became confused and chose to leave because it still has to serve others.

"The owner is upset." Whimpek Faizah's. Sontak Juna glared. "Ck, stingy husband."

Lazily Faizah bribed the lontong into his mouth. "Nice, less painful. You are the one who finished." He put the bowl on the dashboard. Then he turned his face out the window.

Juna was really pissed off half to death this time. "Open your mouth."

Hearing that Faizah immediately turned his head. "Dissapulated?"

"Hm."

Immediately Faizah beamed. Then take a bribe from the husband spoiled. "Em.. It feels good now."

Juna breathed a heavy sigh. Patience, this is a test.

Juna went to feed his own mouth, and took turns to feed his wife. Of course it makes Faizah his art and unceasingly stump a smile.

After filling their stomachs, the two continued on their way home. Arriving at the house Juna carried Faizah and brought her to the room. Then put him to bed.

"Mas, you want to be pinched. My body hurts all." Faizah held Juna's hand with a pleading gaze.

Juna can only give up. He sat down next to Faizah and began massaging his wife's legs. Faizah smiled happily.

Hihah... If gini is good to see. Like a real husband and wife.