Arogan's Wife Belongs to a Doctor

Chapter 79 - The Heart

CHAPTER 79

This morning Dayana woke up first and entered Mother Nayra's room, already 1 week more she got cold treatment from mother and her mother. Dayana felt lonely because the only two women were the boosters of her life, after her father left and married her affair and loved her sister who was different mother.

Tok.

“Mother, Dayana enter ya”, Dayana pops her head from behind the door. “Where's mother? Maybe bathe”, murmured Dayana, go straight in and sit on a dresser chair.

“Huh”, Dayana sighs.

“Mother?”, keep calling Mother Nayra but no answer from the bathroom.

Dayana opens the bathroom door and finds the room empty and even dry, showing no trace of anyone in it.

“Mother still avoids me”, downright.

It was a shred of soul and body that found Oma and her Mother not on her side, even though living in one house there was no laughter and affection like before.

Dayana looks for Mother Nayra to the kitchen, and turns out to be busy preparing breakfast, without saying she approached and clutched from behind the woman who had given birth to her.

“Eh”, Mother Nayra jerks. “Dayana?”.

“Mother, sorry for Dayana”'s mistake, the omission of Dwyne's older cousin.

“Sorry to Mother? You should apologize to Dwyne and Dewa”, Mother Nayra let go of Dayana's arms. Ignoring his only daughter.

“Mother?”, call Dayana sound weak.

“You know where your fault lies?”, Mother Nayra glanced sharply with her narrowed eyes.

“Where's mother? I didn't accidentally, and we also fell together, I didn't push him. I'm not so long as it's bun” Dayana exclaimed.

“Iya mother knows, but your obsession to have a God is excessive Dayana. God your sister's husband is not a single man who is free you approach”, Mother Nayra's chest up and down, he was disappointed in Dayana who did not heed her advice.

“But bun....”.

“Enough Dayana, mother does not want to hear anything. You are free to like anyone but forget your feelings for the man who has a wife”, said Mother Nayra.

“But bun? Am I wrong to fight for my love?”, Dayana's eyes glazed over, holding back her tears, even in the chest as if it was tight because the oxygen inhaled did not reach her lungs.

“Not wrong dear, mother does not want your beloved daughter to be the usurper of the husband of the people”, the cry of Mother Nayra broke, she remembers her past with Amar, the biological father of Dayana who is duplicitous.

“What mother does not know, Dewa and Dwyne were married because they were forced and did not love each other, bun. During this time God always paid attention to me more than other senior doctors”, Dayana still insisted on wanting something that should not.

“Enough Dayana, you hurt yourself. Mother is ashamed of Nayla and Rayden, those who helped our family from the past, even Nayla and Rayden paid for your education until now, Dayana please take care of your attitude. Forget Dewa”, Mother Nayra's cheeks and nose were red from crying, she really did not believe in her daughter's attitude, somehow had to face her.

Oma Nilla who heard the conversation between mother and child also cried behind the kitchen and family room barrier.

“Dayana”, Oma Nilla.

“I can't fight for dad to stay beside us but I want to fight for God bun”, Dayana is undaunted.

“Aware Dayana, your cousin's sister is pregnant with the child of God. No, will you not allow you to snatch the father of a child who has not even been born into the world”, Mother Nayra shook both shoulders Dayana is quite strong.

“I don't care bunda”, exclaim Dayana. “I just want Dewa”.

PLAQUES

The sound of a slap on Dayana's left cheek was so loud that the housekeeper in the backyard approached and Oma Nilla approached her son and granddaughter.

“B-mom?”, Dayana holds the flushed left cheek.

“Oh, apparently everyone in this house is siding with Dwyne”

“Dayana, wait”, call Nayra see her daughter running towards the room on the 2nd floor.

 

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Bradley Residence

Huek huek huek

This morning Dwyne has vomited 3 times his stomach, his body feels very limp without bones. Fortunately, Dewa had not yet left for GB Hospital, and always accompanied his wife to the bathroom.

“God, my head is giddy”

“Darling, sorry for making you pregnant”, said Dewa while carrying his wife.

“Ish”, when even dizzy cheeks Dwyne still blushing and hit her husband slowly.

“But thank you, you are willing to conceive my son”, the God showered the tops of his female head with a kiss in a row.

“This is all because you”, ketus Dwyne.

“But my arrogant wife is also like”, god seduce and then drop Dwyne on the bed.

The god does his job every morning to feed the wife full of love, accompany her until the food served is completely exhausted. He also oversees the medication and vitamins, making sure they actually get into Dwyne's stomach.

God's attitude became possessive and certainly more romantic, Dwyne's breakfast and dinner never even though her husband missed it even though it had to be late because the journey from the practice clinic to the capital was quite far away.

Dwyne's attitude began to be a little spoiled to the Gods, but Dwyne always tried as hard as possible to remain independent, not hanging everything on the Gods.

While God wants his woman to depend on him, this makes God feel needed and meaningful.

“Honey this warm water”, God help Dwyne drink.

“My food came out again”, complained Dwyne, painstakingly chewing and swallowing food but ended up in vain. At the age of 7 weeks, Dwyne began to feel symptoms like pregnant women in general, difficulty eating, eating, even drinking mineral water is so nauseous due to the taste in the sense of taste that makes all foods so strange.

“Nothing dear, who came out is also not all”, God gently caressed brown hair Dwyne.

“Iya but I'm afraid they're starving”, Dwyne rubbed her wailing belly, then pouted.

God was happy because Dwyne was so accepting of her pregnancy, what God feared did not happen. This handsome doctor was worried that his arrogant wife would reject the seeds that had grown because until now God had not heard the expression of Dwyne's heart.

“Relax dear, our children will not starve, as long as you eat on time”, Dewa reviews smiles, kiss Dwyne's forehead.

“I want to drink warm milk, God can get me?”, Dwyne's spoiled voice is very beautiful entering the eardrum of God.

“Of course, wait 5 minutes”, Dewa went down to the kitchen to make fresh cow's milk as his wife wishes. For one week, Dwyne only wanted to drink fresh cow's milk sent from God's farm in Cipanas.

Various brands and various flavors of milk are forced to be given to others because Dwyne nausea smelled the aroma and sweet taste does not fit on the tongue of this pregnant woman.

...TBC...

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...Bumil spoiled asyikkk dearest ya buk...