Contest to be Wife of the President

CH-38 Earlangga cravings

A few days later…

Earlangga went into his room, he was getting used to seeing Valerie eating fruits at night before going to bed. Not sitting on the sofa, but the woman always sat on the bed, but she had told him not to dirty his bed.

“I told you not to eat fruit on the bed,” said Earlangga, while getting into bed.

“AC is too cold for me to sit on the couch, ” Valerie replied. Usually Earlangga would be angry and upset, but not this time, he let the woman eat on her bed.

“But you tidy up the former again, do not dirty my bed let alone leave a mark,” said Earlangga, while laying down his body to the bed.

“Iya, sir, I will tidy up,” Valerie replied.

Earlangga stuck his head with a few pillows to get higher, he looked at the television Valerie was watching.

A few days ago she had already asked Valerie, who the man who impregnated her, she still did not want to talk.

That night he told Valerie.

“There's something I want to ask,” he said back then, he's really serious about what he's going to ask.

“What?” ask Valerie.

“Why don't you want to tell me who's impregnating you? Whose girlfriend is that? Why did you cover up his identity?” tanyakanya.

The girl looked at him for a while and then looked down, looking at the magazine again with pictures of the babies, her face was immediately grim, turning red. Seeing it made Earlangga feel uncomfortable, it seemed that Valerie was not ready to tell anything until this second.

“Yes if you don't want to talk, we'll just sleep,” he said at the time, ending their conversation.

As of now, every time she saw Valerie, she wondered who the man who had impregnated her was. Does Valerie not want the man to take responsibility or the man to take no responsibility?

Earlga let out a long breath. Actually he was very aggrieved by Valerie, but continued to scold him was also no use, he was married to the girl, the important thing is he had to keep his family's good name first.

Valerie sat cross-legged while eating fruit and watching a television show was very serious. Seeing the woman was like good eating the fruit, made her so tempted. Earlangga got up and shifted his seat to Valerie.

“What is the orange so good?” ask Earlangga, because a lot of orange peel is now in a plastic bag on a small table mounted on the bed.

“You want to try?” valerie asked, giving her a piece of orange she had peeled.

Earlangga opened his mouth, he imagined it would be as good as he saw when Valerie ate it, but it turned out to be far from his shadow.  The orange was very sour, he coughed and vomited it while covering his mouth, then got off his bed running to the sink in the bathroom and washing his mouth.

“The orange is very acidic you ate it?” she screamed, coming out of the bathroom.

“Not sour, instead refreshing,” says Valerie.

“You must be taken to the Doctor! Your sense of taste must be checked, there must be a mistake on your tongue,” cried Earlangga again, as he approached back to bed, but he stopped his steps.

“Why?“ valerie asked to see that the gelagat was not good.

“I want to vomit,” replied Earlangga, while hurriedly entering the bathroom.

Valerie only heard Earlangga vomit. She immediately kept the orange on her desk and went down to the bathroom.

“Bapak why? Pain?” ask Valerie.

“Why do I feel nauseous?” muttered Earlangga while coming out of the bathroom.

“Wait a minute Sir, I'll get you a cold medicine, but..” Valerie doesn't continue speaking.

“But what?” ask Earlangga.

“Father has allergies, I can not give drugs carelessly. Should be checked by a doctor first,” Valerie said.

“Uoo!” Earlangga again felt very nauseous, he also ran to the bathroom and returned to vomiting. Valerie followed him into the bathroom. Deftly his hand touched the back of his neck Earlangga and massaged him slowly.

Ealangga felt a gentle massage on his nape, he returned vomiting, it was painful and really wanted to remove whatever was in his stomach.

Valerie patiently went back to massaging her nape. Realizing all this made Earlanga speechless, she felt guilty as Valerie vomited she always scolded him for disturbing her sleep, but as she vomited the woman massaged him patiently.

Valerie took the tissue and gave it to Earlangga.

The man looked at him, it turned out that this was a nausea that was very, very unbearable. Is that also what Valerie feels when vomiting in the early hours?

“Looks like you got in the wind, I'll get you some wind oil,” Valerie said as she exited the bathroom. Earlga stared at his disappearance and then he came out of the bathroom.

Valerie took the wind oil in the p3k box in the family room, then returned to the room.

“Open her shirt first,” says Valerie.

Earlga looked at the woman who as usual just said so. Valerie opened the lid of the bottle of wind oil she was carrying.

Seeing Earlangga silent alone made him frown his forehead.

“I am a nurse, I am used to seeing men bare-chested,” Valerie said, because Earlangga instead looked at her.

Valerie looked at the man who was now bare-chested, his face immediately flushed red, it turned out that staring at the bare-chested man in the hospital with this man in the chest seemed different.

Why was he ashamed to see her? His face immediately flushed and looked away, making Earlangga want to laugh. He said he was used to seeing bare-chested men why is his face so red now? Don't even want to see it.

Valerie got into bed and sat down near Earlangga. His eyes met Earl's.

“Reverse Sir, I will apply wind oil to your back,” Valerie said.

“Iya,” replied Earlangga, while turning her body against Valerie.

Valerie rubbed the oil of the wind on her palm, when she was about to touch her palm to Earl's back she fell silent, the naked back of the body reminded her of the man, always so, making his hands tremble. That bad incident must have just crossed his mind.

“Did I eat wrong? Or because of that sour orange?” ask Earlangga.

Valerie did not reply, looking at that back and back hair, making her hand tremble even more, hesitatingly touching her finger at Earlangga's skin, imagining the man with a back like this snatching away her honor that night, imagining his body coming into contact with the skin he was touching. His chest felt tight, holding back tears.Not hearing what the man in front of him said.

Valerie's eyes had turned red, her eyelids had already begun to be covered in clear tears. If she knew who the man she was with had a back like the man in front of her now, what would the man do if he knew he was pregnant with his child?

Earlangga felt that the palm rubbed his back slowly.

“Why do I feel dizzy too, even though I am used to hearing you vomit in the morning, now it does not disturb my sleep too much,” said Earlangga.

Valerie walked down that back with her wind oil, she did not speak at all, tears kept dripping on her cheeks, she was so curious about the man who desecrated her, the man who impregnated her. Is the man lying down or is there another man who is likely to be the bule-bule?

Swiped all over Earlangga's back, now his fingers began to fill his neck, his hands touched some of Earlangga's hair. The hair was hair that resembled that of the man as if he was about to touch the man. Will he be forever in this riddle? Don't know who the man who impregnated him is?

Earlangga felt her skin touched by Valerie's soft hands. The touch made her more comfortable and her body more relaxed.

“Already,” Valerie said, while closing the bottle of wind oil.

“You should have spied me too, my shoulders ache,” said Earlangga, feeling that touch was too soon.

Without protest Valerie massaged Earlngga's shoulder with both hands. Earlangga began to realize that Valerie did not talk, what happened to her?

“It turns out you are good at massaging,” he said, feeling his shoulders lighter.

Valerie simply smiled not to answer either.

The Earl was silent, even though his heart was astonished why Valerie was silent from earlier. He didn't say anything either.

“Already,” Valerie said in an almost inaudible voice.

Earlangga twirled his shoulders which felt better.

“It should have been given wind oil as well,” said Earlangga, while turning her body around, making Valerie look up at her then quickly look down again, she was so embarrassed to see a bare chest in front of her.

Valerie again rubbed her hands with the wind oil and started touching Earlangga's stomach, looking down.

Earlangga had seen Valerie's red eyes earlier, seemed to have cried out.

“You why?” ask Earlangga.

Valerie did not reply, she simply rubbed the man's stomach and chest.

Earlangga felt that hand so gently down the skin of his stomach and chest. She imagined Valerie rubbing the breasts of men in the hospital. It must be the pleasure of the men he cared for when massaged like this.

“You have to stop working,” suddenly Earlangga surprised.

“What? Why stop working?” valerie asked, now looking at Earlangga.

“The men at the hospital must have taken a chance in the narrowness of asking you to massage her,” said Earlangga.

“I am not a masseuse, why do I massage patients?” grouse Valerie.

Even though he was silent, Valerie was right, Valerie was not a masseuse, she imagined it excessively.

“Your body is warm now,” said Valerie, stopping her movement.

After closing the bottle of wind oil, she got out of bed, and hurried to the bathroom, washing her hands in the sink but she cried while washing those hands. His hand filled his stomach. Why would he have to experience something like this?

Earlangga got off the bed and followed him to the bathroom, but he only stopped near the half-opened door. The girl lowered her head crying stifled while one hand held her stomach.

Whichever Earl was silent, he felt pity, Valerie must have been very tormented by all this. When looking at Valerie's behavior these days, she does not look at the signs of an aggressive girl or likes to tease men, precisely what she saw the girl was always moody and crying. Was she rejected by her boyfriend?

What if she talks to Valerie and persuades her to help find the man who impregnated her. Yep. He will help Valerie to find the man who impregnated her if indeed the man does not want to take responsibility.

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Readers sorry yes there is a groove that was missed, so jump, the author sleepy, sleep at 3 am, just ragged earlier. Want revision, ah complicated take time, given information in the next chapter only.

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