Duplicate Daddy

Baby Sitter

"Are you serious about what you said just now? If you tease me, watch out!" darsh.

"try it. Oh yeah, I'm going to the pantry to ask for a cup of black coffee. I was sleepy because I was sleep deprived all night. Do you want to be made all of them? I mean, I'm gonna ask the office boy who made it."

"Hemm, ask for me too. Why do you have to go there? Can't you ask him over the phone?"

"All right now I want to take a walk in the office. Pening, just come already giving a lecture about the household."

"Well and come back!"

"It's very sensitive of you, Mr. Darsh," seduced Justin. He hurried away before being scolded again by his superior.

Darsh leaned his body against the back of the chair. He was trying to think about Justin's words just now. She doesn't want to get caught up in the drama of a man who is like a pregnant woman. It feels very uncomfortable.

"Do I have to turn into a romantic man just to neutralize my condition? If yes, it is worth trying. If it works, I'll appreciate Justin in return. But if I fail, I swear that Justin will feel worse than I did. Just look!" said it.

Darsh instead thought of how to make his wife smile happily, but instead was busy cursing his best friend. There is doubt in it. Busy thinking of himself never ended until the knock on the door that stopped his activities. Justin arrives with an office boy carrying a tray of two cups of coffee, but has yet to reach Darsh's desk, The young CEO felt extreme nausea from inhaling the aroma of coffee that burst from behind the cover.

"Justin, get that coffee out of my room! I want to puke now." Darsh moved quickly towards the sink that was right next to his room. He spewed out his entire stomach. It's so torturous.

Justin and the office boy are rushing out. Actually Justin had to go in again, but hearing the sound of Darsh vomiting, Justin's stomach seemed to want to explode and do the same thing with his boss.

"Buy me some candy. I think I want to throw up too" Justin told the office boy.

"Good, Sir."

After being felt light, Justin went into Darsh's room and intended to see the condition of his boss. Darsh holds his head which is about to explode. This was not the first torture for him, but it was the worst. The smell of coffee makes him nauseous. Though Darsh itself is a coffee connoisseur.

"Darsh, are you okay?"

"Hmm, as you can see. I'm not being good. I really can't focus on working. It's so crazy" he said.

This part, Darsh tries to regulate his body's condition not to vomit. From the apartment, he could control himself safely. However, arriving at the office instead get the trigger to vomit. This can't be allowed. He should immediately meet his father and ask the man to replace him until his wife gives birth. If not, the company will be as screwed up as he is.

"Would you just go home to your parents and tell Om Dizon that you can't do this job. I'm sure your dad would help her."

"I'm going home now. About that, I'll call her."

Darsh can't hold himself back for too long in the office. Maybe he should buy a bouquet of flowers for his wife. Just arrived at the flower shop, his head getting dizzy inhaling the aroma of the diverse flowers. He asked the driver to take him home to his parents. After this, Darsh will talk about this important matter to them.

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Darsh comes down with a shunt. It was as if he did not have the strength to walk all the way to the living room. It was like a paralyzed man forcing himself to walk.

"Darsh, what's wrong with you?" ask Olivia when the waiter tells her about her arrival.

"Where is it, Ma? Darsh needs to talk to him. This is fucked up, Ma. I can't work if it's like this. The smell of coffee has made me fall down and not even have the energy anymore. I've spewed out all the food in my stomach."

"Come into the middle room. I'll prepare ginger water for you. Mama will call your dad. Patience huh?"

Darsh follows his mother's orders. Once there, Darsh rests his body on the sofa. He hoped that after this there would be no more vomiting drama for the second time. It was enough to torture him in the office just now.

"Darsh, is your tumben coming?" ask Dizon who just came out.

"Papa, I need you."

"What problem?"

"I think he's asking you to work again at the office, honey. Your son is in trouble," said Olivia who just came out carrying a tray containing one cup of ginger water and two glasses of warm tea that is not too sweet.

"What do you have a problem with?" This time, Dizon was worried about his son. Not only that, he was worried that the company was not running as smoothly as it should. However, several times hearing the answers of his confidants in the company made Dizon calm. All this time everything went like what was on his mind.

"His wife is pregnant, honey. He was affected" said Olivia smiling at her son.

"What do you mean? Is Darsh craving?"

Olivia nodded. This made Dizon laugh at his son. When Olivia was pregnant with Darsh, it was a good thing she wasn't affected. However, Olivia always asks for strange things. You can imagine when Dizon was about to go to the office, just because a cup of coffee spilled on the floor made Olivia scream hysterically. A pitch-black coffee dump littered the floor and you know what Olivia did to her husband? Dizon had to mop the floor clean. He could not go anywhere until the traces of coffee left no trace or smell. It felt like screaming, but for the sake of his wife's content, Dizon lived it by force.

"More than that. Darsh's having a sympathetic pregnancy, honey. Glenda was pregnant, but the one who felt the nausea was vomiting and so forth was felt by your son."

Again Dizon could not help but laugh. He could laugh like that to laugh at his son. "Hey, Boy! Enjoy this special show. Papa can't imagine you, Darsh. All day long nausea and refuse the whole meal. Hopefully it's over soon, otherwise Papa will take care of the office again."

"Why is Papa laughing at me? Papa should sympathize with me or at least give appreciation. I'll give a grandson to Papa. After my son is born, I'll leave him here" explained Darsh.

"Can't! It's good, you make it, you have to take responsibility. You want to make your parents baby sitters, huh?"

"Of course, don't make a fuss! Darsh, drink the ginger water. It's cold."

Olivia actually wanted to laugh at her husband and son. The two men who lived with him for decades have given a beautiful story that cannot be forgotten. Presumably this is Dizon's revenge on his son. It was like he saw himself in the same position.