Emily's soul mate

RESIGN, YES!

The clock in the illustrator's room still shows ten o'clock when Emily returns from the toilet with a dead red face.

Galen's wife hasn't stopped the nausea and vomiting since she arrived at the office this morning.

"Em, your face is pale so. Are you sure you don't want to go home?" Faisal asked worriedly as he looked at Emily's reddened and pale face. Emily also now puts her head on the desk.

"Yesterday I was fine, how come I'm vomiting all the time, huh, Sal?" Emily complained in an almost inaudible voice.

"Yes, how do I know! I also have never been pregnant" said Faisal who even asked Emily to joke.

Emily had just lifted her head, when the woman was back feeling nauseous.

Emily rushed out of the illustrator room and headed to the toilet that was opposite the illustrator room.

"Ck! You stubborn pregnant mother!" Gerrutu Faisal grabbed the internal phone that was nearby. Faisal dialed Galen's room number.

"Hello!"

"After, Sir! It's Faisal!" Faisal said quickly as he greeted Galen.

"Yes, what's up, Sal?"

"Emily doesn't seem to be feeling well today, sir! Since morning vomiting continues," Faisal reported to Galen, along with Emily who had returned to the illustrator's room.

"really? I'll be there then."

"Good, Sir!" Shoot Faisal before hanging up on Galen.

"Who's phone, Sal?" Ask Emily kepo. The woman wiped her face with a wet tisue, and her thin make-up had worn off not knowing the dread.

"Your husband!" Faisal replied quickly.

Not long after, the door of the illustrator room opened from the outside and it looked like Galen standing in the doorway was wearing his beige shirt today.

"Morning, Yang! Any new work?" Greet Emily to her husband because of Emily's desk position which is right in front of the entrance.

Galen did not immediately answer Emily's question and instead turned his wife's chair, cupping Emily's face reddened by repeated vomiting.

"Still nauseous?" Galen asked gently.

"It's just a little bit. Did Faisal report to you?" Emily asked back and her lips pouted.

"You keep throwing up so bad, yes I report to Mr. Galen, Em!" Faisal said without looking at Emily or Galen.

Intentionally, Faisal actually kept his eyes so that his singles soul did not struggle greatly.

His efforts to pedekate on Kymi have not been fruitful. Faisal's message was read by Kymi like a newspaper.

"Why not resign, anyway!" Faisal asked again, still not looking at Galen and Emily.

"Ck! You can shut up, you!" Emily's little flinch.

"Udah don't be fierce! What if our son gets really bad?" galen said as he pinched Emily's nose.

"Yes, it really is a seed from you. You're also fierce, Yang!" Emily replied a little.

Galen's wife covered her mouth again with her palm and seemed nauseous again.

"Awas, Yang! I'm gonna throw up again" Galen got up from his chair and half ran to the toilet.

"Sal! Help you turn off Emily's iMac and you clean up the table, yeah!" Galen's message to Faisal before the man grabbed Emily's bag and followed her to the toilet.

"Ready, Sir!" Faisal replied slightly.

"When yes, I can sniff my wife's nauseous back as well," Faisal muttered lamenting her incompetence after Galen came out of the illustrator's room.

Faisal cleaned up Emily's desk which was actually not too messy, according to the orders of the manager Galendra Biantara.

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Emily came out of the toilet and was a little surprised to find Galen standing in front of the toilet and waiting for Emily to come out.

"What are you doing here, Yang?" Ask Emily who's going back to the illustrator room. But Galen prevented it quickly.

"How am I doing? Still piling up a lot," complained Emily who was even worried about her work.

Galen grabbed both of his wife's shoulders when they both got into the elevator.

"You just quit, yeah! Let me make her a resignation letter later," Galen persuaded in a gentle tone to Emily.

"No! I don't want to!" Sergey Emily's fast.

"I don't feel sick every day, Yang! Yesterday I was fine, really!" Kill Emily's looking for a justification.

"But today you're so sick. Tomorrow you don't know whether you'll be sick again or not."

Ting!

The sound of the elevator that indicates that Galen and Emily have arrived on the floor where Galen's room is located makes Galen pause his sentence.

"Udah, you're resigning anyway, period!" Galen continued in a firm tone.

"But I still want to work, Yang! I still want doodles on the iMac," Emily scowled at Galen's request this time.

"Later you can doodle at home," Galen persuaded to provide a solution.

"Trus if I miss you how? If you work from morning to evening, then I am at home, I will not be able to see your face all day. Different if I keep working, then I miss staying in your room" said Emily who did not seem to run out of sense to give a series of reasons to Galen.

And Galen is suddenly a dilemma now. Because honestly, Galen also likes it when Emily stays in the office like this. Galen has a chance to steal a kiss to his wife under the pretext of taking the job to Emily's room.

The labile couple.

"I'm still working, yeah, baby! Resign her later if it's near HPL," woo Emily as she took Galen's arm, hoping her husband would change his mind.

"Judah, let's talk later" Galen looked at the clock on his watch.

"You rest here first, lying on the sofa is also okay. I met briefly with the marketing boys," said Galen while peeping Emily's forehead.

"Eh, Honey!" Call Emily again when Galen gets to the doorstep.

"Otherwise?"

"Milk chocolate chip machine with double chocolate, dong, honey!" Pinta Emily grimaces Galen.

"All right! Want some brownies?" Bargain Galen to his wife.

"You! The ones topping almonds huh!" Emily replied, smiling at Galen.

"okay! Later let's bring the same OB here. You just take a break!" Galen's message once again to Emily, and Emily's husband immediately came out of her room leaving Emily who was now lying on the sofa.

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Chaotically,

Up to 60 thousand words, right?

There are 24 thousand more words.

Only time the level rises next month 😝 (ngarep)

But so long-winded like this if you still have to add 24 eps again 😷

Help me think gaees!

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