HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)
Shameful Drama



The sunlight that pierced through the large window glass in front of the sofa, made my eyes glare. I blinked a few times, touching my right and left sides, but I could not find the man.


Where's she?


I sat on the edge of the mattress while lining my body that was still long* this with a blanket, last night's battle made some parts of my body still painful. I tried to stand up, but my groin was very sore, painful.


Why does my stomach feel bad like this?


Usually despite doing several rounds overnight, fatigue is not this severe.


I let out a long sigh, holding the blanket in front of my chest while enduring the pain all over my body.


"You awake, honey?" asked my husband when he came out of the bathroom, it seemed like he had just washed his face, and the water still dripped from his face.


"Yes, but I'm feeling really tired, Honey. My whole body hurts." I complained, massaging my own shoulders with my left hand.


"You sick?" My husband looked so worried, he put the back of his hand on my forehead.


"I'll take a shower, Honey. Soaking in warm water can definitely make me better," I said standing up, dragging the blanket to the bathroom.


"Darling, wait! You're sick." The man was struggling to hold my body and put it back on the bed.


"Honey, what's wrong? I'm fine." I was confused as to why he was suddenly so worried.


"Wait here, I'll call the doctor."


"What's really going on? i why?" I was still confused, trying to get up but the man was holding my body, while his left hand was trying to call someone.


"Hurry to my house, now!" my husband said to someone on the phone with a sweaty face full of fear,


"What's up, Honey?" I don't really understand.


"You shut up, honey. I called Daren, he'll come here."


"Which part of it hurts?" continued.


"I'm not sick. Just feeling tired, why are you overdoing it" I said.


"Look at this," he said, revealing the blanket I had worn wrapped around my body, the thick, ash-coloured blanket was covered in fresh red blood.


The blood? I'm menstruation.


"You're bleeding, honey. It's worth your body limp and feel pain."


"hemorrhage? No, Honey. It's ...."


"Enough, don't move much. Soon the doctor will arrive, I will call Salimah for a moment" said my husband running out of the room.


Lothawat!


Very embarrassing, because of my husband's innocent menstruation to call the doctor.


A few minutes later he returned, with Salimah behind him. Salimah carried the tea on a tray with trembling hands.


"Drink." He threw a cup of tea in front of me. I drank the warm tea until it was gone, although the taste of this tea is strange, very bitter.


"Am I doing it too brutally? why bleed so much" said my husband with teary eyes.


"It's not bleeding, Honey. I'm being ...."


"Arga," said someone from the door.


"Come, Daren. Quickly check on my wife" said my husband.


"Why is he? your wife looks fine, "doctor Daren replied casually as he stepped closer.


"You don't see? He's bleeding this much You said okay?" My husband stretched a blanket with a few patches of blood in front of Doctor Daren.


God, it's like covering this face with a kitchen pot. How humiliating. Is my husband plain or stupid?


Laughter rang out from the doctor in the white shirt, he laughed crisply as he lashed my husband's shoulders, he couldn't seem to stop his booming laughter.


I lyric Salimah, the woman who originally came with a pale face and trembling hands was also holding back laughter, she silenced her mouth with one hand.


"Why are you laughing? Hurry up and take care of my wife, she'll bleed out." My husband dragged the doctor's arm violently. It seemed like he was still unaware of his stupidity.


Doctor Daren approached me, he stopped his laughter and replaced it with a mocking smile. He opened the black bag he was tenting, and took out a stethoscope from inside his bag.


"I'm fine, Doc. I tried to explain it to my husband, but he didn't give me a chance to talk." I spoke with great shame.


"Don't say much, honey. Let the doctor check on you, "my husband.


"Your wife is healthy, Arga. It's even very healthy" said doctor Daren staring at my husband.


"He's bleeding, don't you see that blood?" My husband spoke out half an emotion as if he was the most righteous.


"He's not bleeding, Ga. He's just coming by the moon. That's normal, and a very natural thing," explains the doctor.


"But the blood ...."


"Haid or menstruation is the process of the discharge of blood from ****** that occurs due to the natural monthly cycle in the female body. This cycle is the process of the female reproductive organs to prepare in case of pregnancy. This preparation is characterized by thickening of the uterine wall (endometrium) that contains blood vessels. In the absence of pregnancy, the endometrium will decay and come out with blood through ******."


"Yesterday I explained, your wife has thickened the uterine wall, the possibility is two, pregnant or menstruating. And now your wife is menstruating, so that's natural" doctor Daren explained plainly.


"So, she won't bleed out?" ask my husband with his face.


"Obviously no. As long as the blood comes out in normal amounts."


"I'm used to having a lot of mens on the first day to the fourth, Doc. The rest is just fleck," as I was.


"Did you guys get married, you never come to the moon, miss?" ask doctor.


"Never, Doc. Huh." I shut my mouth, slipped.


"Never? What do not-don't ...." The doctor's words came to a halt as I tried to code him by twisting one eye.


"Don't-don't what?" hatch husband.


Doctor Daren is an obstetrician, she must understand why I didn't get a period all this time, this is the first period since my marriage which is almost a year old. On the first day of marriage, I was already taking the contraceptive pill, so the drug made me no longer get regular guests every month.


"Alright, I prescribed pain medication to make you more comfortable with your activities, miss." The doctor wrote a prescription on a small piece of paper and handed it to me.


"Thank you, Doc. Sorry for the trouble" I said with a stiff smile.


"It's okay, Miss. I'm glad I could help."


"Take care of your wife, Ga. In this phase, many women experience mood changes that go up and down. On the fourth or fifth day, you come to the hospital, I'll do a follow-up examination for your pregnancy program" continued the doctor.


"But, he's gonna be okay, isn't he, Ren?"


"Trust me, Ga. Your wife is healthy, even very healthy."


"I go back to the hospital first, don't forget the cure, miss."


My husband escorted the doctor to the main door, while Salimah was still standing at the side of the bed with me.


"I'm ashamed, Salimah. Shame," I said annoyed while hitting the mattress.


"Hehehe, I think that lady was very sick, and you were screaming in the kitchen saying that she was bleeding heavily, all the waiters and cooks who heard her were panicking and freaking out."


"That's the tea, until you forget not to give sugar," said Salimah withholding a smile.


"It's okay, Salimah. Too late, I've spent it anyway" I said sighing. Finally, this shameful drama ended.


"I'm sorry, Miss. Panicked and scared, I forgot to give sugar" said Salimah again, smiling bitterly at him.


After my husband returned, Salimah came out of the room. I nodded while ordering a cup of warm chocolate as usual.


"Are you really okay, honey?" ask my husband while sitting on the edge of the bed.


"I'm healthy, Honey. You've heard the doctor's explanation yourself, that this is all normal, and I'm fine."


"Is that sick?" he asked while grimacing a little, as if he was holding back the pain in his stomach.


"No, it just feels uncomfortable."


"What can I do for you, baby?"


"Nothing, I'd better take a shower and clean myself up" I said sliding the body to the edge of the mattress.


But again the sudden movement surprised me, my husband immediately carried my body to the bathroom.


"I can walk on my own, Honey. Lower me!" seruku while revolting.


"No, if you move a lot later the blood that comes out will be more and more" he said.


Somehow I explained my condition to this man, I only came by the moon, not sick.


Rather than having to argue and make him even more confused, I just obeyed him until he lowered my body near the bath up.


After taking a shower and cleaning myself, I soaked the blanket that was hit by blood in the tub using water and soap.


I wrapped a white towel covering the chest area and the bottom, the size is not too big makes it a little difficult to wear it.


I was looking for pads that I might have kept when I first came to this house, I opened every box of cabinets and some drawers on my dresser, but I only found one medium-sized pad.


My husband just sat on the sofa looking at me worriedly, it seemed like he was at war with his own thoughts.


"You know, Honey. The woman was indeed called a weak creature, but does the man know, how does it feel to bleed like this?"


"Women remain strong, healthy, can do any activity even though their bodies bleed continuously, but if the men are bleeding, I can make sure she gets into the hospital and is helpless." I smiled while glancing at him.


"I would've been dying if it had come out of my body that much blood, dear." He approached me.


"Therefore, the notion that women are weak is wrong, we are stronger than we seem. It's just, we were created with gentleness, that's our weakness."


"Is it possible, this happened because I was too excited last night in our battle?" tanyanya was embracing my waist.


"No, Honey. This is indeed my schedule to come to the moon," said I release myself.


"Go get dressed and after we have breakfast, I don't want us to be late for work" I continued.


"worked? No, we're going on holiday, you're not doing well, you better take a break, honey."


"I ...."


"Enough! don't argue."


That's how my husband, this man always wins with his opinion, I can never even dispute his decision.


Even though I feel very healthy and fine, there is no harm in our day off, at least we can spend the day together, without a scene that yes of course.


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