Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Diarrhea due to sabalak

Almost ten times Mirza went back and forth to the bathroom, but it has not been able to reduce the pain in her stomach. As a result of eating a bowl of seblak that pungent level ten, he had severe diarrhea. His body felt limp and cold with sweat that continued to pour. His face was pale and his lips began to dry up.

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The bathroom door opened again. 

Mirza collapsed with her back against the wall, her eyes closed perfectly. He could no longer bear it because at this time his entire body felt trembling violently. 

"You're not papa, brother." Haira patted Mirza on the cheek and rubbed the sweat that continued to penetrate the man's pores. 

Mirza shook her head quietly without a sound. He was unable to respond to Haira's question.

Haira hugged Mirza and shed her tears there. He felt guilty for forcing the man to eat seblak. 

"I'm sorry. From now on I promise I won't crave again." 

Wanting to laugh but unable, Mirza finally just returned Haira's embrace. Rubbed his back gently, soothing. 

"The doctor has come, Brother," said Nada from the doorway. Grandma could only see from far away. Unable to see the suffering of his son-in-law's granddaughter.

Haira helps Mirza move into bed. Then he undressed until the man was bare-chested. 

After undergoing the examination, he again covered Mirza's chest with a blanket and approached the doctor who was talking outside. 

"What's the danger, Doc?" ask Haira scared. 

"Better patients are admitted to the hospital. From the results of the examination, he had already lost a lot of fluids, fearing it was dangerous."

Clear flowing circles wet Haira's cheeks. He didn't expect it would all be like this. But what power, it's all over. Rice has become porridge. 

"Good, Doc. I'll take Mirza to the hospital."

Haira went back to the room. He walked slowly towards Mirza who was lying weakly on the bed and then curled up beside her. 

"I promise I won't crave anymore. I'll hold it down even if it's very difficult, get well soon, brother." Swiping Mirza's forehead. 

Haira repeatedly touched Mirza's body to make sure of her condition. After getting the injection, Mirza did not feel her stomach hurt anymore. Until he can sleep in peace.

Mirza's cell phone rang and Haira woke up. 

"Hello Mr. Erkan, it's me Haira," Haira said first. 

"I want to talk to you, Miss," Erkan replied next. 

"Sister Mirza's sick, she's asleep now." 

Erkan disconnected his connection instantly. He who seemed panicked immediately ran out of the office after telling the receptionist not to receive guests.

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Mirza moaned, stretching the muscles that felt stiff. Accidentally his hand touched the cheek of Haira who was still loyal beside him. The thirst forced him to wake up and take a prepared glass of water at the room table. After gulping until aground, Mirza returned to the bed. 

Gently stroked Haira's cheek. "I never regret doing whatever you want. Never feel guilty, I just haven't gotten used to eating too spicy food. After this I will study even harder," he murmured softly, afraid to disturb Haira who seemed to be asleep. 

Not long after, the sound of a car stopped in front of the house. Mirza opened the curtain slightly, making sure who was coming. 

Erkan got out of the car followed by the man in the white coat beside him. 

He immediately came out, because it was too late, afraid to disturb the others. 

"You, why did you come here?" mirza asked after opening the front door. Let Erkan and doctor Hasad go inside. 

"Little diarrhea." Underestimating the disease that almost made him die. 

"I know, Sir." Although just guessing, it turns out Erkan was right. Because, during his work with Mirza, only the disease dared to attack his Master. 

As usual, Mirza had to be infused to recover her depleted strength. He sat on the sofa quietly. Let Dr. Hasad check his blood pressure. 

"Haira called you?" ask Mirza later. 

"No, I contacted Mister, but Miss Haira picked him up," Erkan replied honestly. 

"Maybe I'm sleeping." 

"Has the diary gone, sir?" asked Dr. Hasad while putting an infusion needle in Mirza's hand. 

"So far, it's also been checked by a doctor here. It's just the day most nights of sabalak." 

"Sabalak, what food is that?" Erkan and Dr. Hasad looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. This was the first time they had heard of food that he thought was so strange. 

Mirza laughed softly as she told Erkan to turn on the brighter lights. 

"It's a food that has a degree of spiciness. Looks like the processed is crackers, vegetables, chicken, there is gravy too, but it sucks.  Lowering my image in front of Haira."

Grunts annoyed considering his diarrhea that must recur. 

Erkan scratched his head that was not itching. I still don't understand what Mirza said this time. 

Finally he searched on google mbah rather than dizzy thinking sabalak. 

"I mean Mr seblak?" said Erkan later. Because every time he writes the word sabalak that comes out is seblak. 

"Rubber, that's what I mean." The words were successful so the three of them could not help but laugh. 

"Who the hell, so noisy." 

A disturbed tone was awakened. He covered Kemal and opened the door. 

The three men in the living room laughed like they had no burden. In fact, not only Nada, Grandma also woke up but did not dare to come out. 

"There are guests" Nada said on the sidelines of Mirza and Erkan's laughter and Hasad's doctor. 

"Sorry, Miss. Are we bothering you?" Erkan bowed kindly. 

"No, just confused, I thought the kuntilanak was laughing."

Tone tied her slightly messy hair then into the kitchen making a warm drink for them. 

Erkan's gaze was unmoved from the back of Nada which began to disappear, and it was successfully captured by Mirza. 

Tone out carrying three cups of hot coffee and putting it on the table. 

"Is my sister better?" Nada made sure that her brother-in-law's condition was not as bad as it was this afternoon. 

"Already, after all, Erkan was too much," he said a little unacceptable, because his arrival not only disturbed sleep, but also the togetherness with Haira. Because, after waking up Mirza will punish the wife, but must be hindered by the arrival of the secretary. 

A knotty smiling tone back to the kitchen took a few snacks. Unintentionally, his eyeless leg stumbled over the table leg until he staggered and nearly fell. Luckily, Erkan swiftly caught his back until Nada crashed in the chest of the secretary's field. The two Netra met each other as if stopping the time that kept turning. 

"Are you okay?" tanya Erkan disperse the reverie of Nada. He immediately straightened his body. 

"Ti—ti no, thank you." Tone returned to the room, afraid that Erkan would hear his excessive heartbeat.