HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

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A month passed, I was living my daily life as usual, coming to the boutique every morning at my husband's delivery, then he returned to his office.

Yes, even though bang Bimo was a good driver and bodyguard and never messed with me, my husband was very unwilling to let me sit in a car with him.

We cannot share the same air. Because it could be, the carbon dioxide exhaled by bang Bimo even I breathe as oxygen.

What kind of crazy thinking is that!

Every day, bang Bimo always follows the car my husband and I drive, always so. He never objected even though there was but was not considered to be his existence.

Even more surprisingly, my husband did not allow bang Bimo to greet me even if it was just a smile. Jealousy that is beyond standard limits.

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In the past few days I even lost my appetite, my body was often weak and my head was often dizzy.

I used to come to the clinic with a really bad headache, but the doctor said it was just because my tension was low. Yes, I lack red blood cells, he only prescribed blood-boosting drugs and advised me to eat beef and beef liver often.

Even though I have spent one tablet of blood-boosting drugs, but the dizziness does not go away, almost every day Salimah cooks beef liver oseng or meat rendang, but nil, the head still feels dizzy, but, I was bored and nauseous.

This morning I was reluctant to get out of bed, even though the time had already shown at 7 am, I seemed to be choosing a work holiday today.

"Have a headache again, honey?" ask husband. I just nodded.

"I made you milk" he said, putting a glass of chocolate milk on the table. During this one month, I routinely consume pre-pregnancy milk, which is milk that is intended to welcome pregnancy, this milk is high in folic acid, good for supporting the pregnant program that we are living.

Not half a glass, I regurgitated the milk even on the bed.

"Darling, why?" she was worried, she grabbed a piece of tissue and rubbed the milk marks around my mouth.

"Not good," I replied as I handed over the glass.

"It's the same milk I make every day, honey. Yesterday was good." He scratched his head.

"Is it expired? Wait a minute, I'll see it." He walked towards the table by the door, picked up the milk box and looked for the expiration date listed on the side of the packaging.

"The expired date's still one year away, honey. Then why not good?" He asked again, then tried to taste the milk he had given me.

"It's good, honey."

"What is my strange tongue, from the smell alone I have nausea, Honey. Please keep that glass away from me, quick!" my orders, I don't know why I feel so nauseous.

"Well, do I need to replace it with another flavored milk?"

"Try that strawberry flavor, Honey." He nodded, then opened the new strawberry-flavored milk cardboard.

Every morning, the waiter always delivers a hot water flask into the room, it is used to make milk for me, so no need to bother to the kitchen.

After he finished making it, he again handed him a glass of strawberry milk in a warm state. This time I gulped it down slowly, although it felt a little nauseous, I held it in.

"We'd better go to the doctor, honey. I'm worried" he said, cleaning up a blanket and a pillow wet with brown patches.

"The control schedule is still 2 days away, dear. Besides, it's because of my low tension."

"But, I can't stand to see you limp like this, come on, there's no need to wait for the control schedule."

"The medicine and vitamins given by Daren's doctor are still there, enough for the next 2 days."

"Why don't you obey me now? it's for your health." My husband started to raise his tone, he looked annoyed.

"You're always pushy, a little pushy. When do you want to follow my wishes?" I said with a shrill voice.

I don't know why, lately I've had so much emotion, every single thing he does is wrong in my eyes, I'm almost blood-high.

"All right, I'm giving up. Don't be angry this time, honey. I'm just worried about your condition." His voice weakened again, he grabbed my hand.

"I'm tired of being forced. You just go to work, leave me at home." I clap his hands rough, then get out of bed.

"Don't do that. I'll be with you all day, honey," she said slowly as she helped me up.

"No need!"

"Darling ...."

"Don't call. I'm going to take a shower" I cried, leaving him standing looking at me with a pushy look.

Who told you early in the morning already fussing.

After taking a shower, I saw a long pajama shirt with a doll folded over the bed, I immediately picked it up and went back to the bathroom to wear it. The man no longer had his nose in the room.

After changing clothes and combing my hair, I polished my increasingly pale face with a little sprinkling powder and soft pink lipstick. Although in a weak body state, I still like to dress up in front of a mirror, polish the makeup thinly even though it does not want to go anywhere.

"You're beautiful, honey." He suddenly came and approached towards me who was still sitting in front of the mirror.

"Let's have breakfast, Joe's waiting" he continued.

I got up and took him to the dinner table, although I was easily angry and upset with him, but the feeling usually did not last long, a few minutes later I regretted scolding him and snapping him.

At the dinner table, I've seen Mr. Joe sitting while playing his cell phone.

"You all right, Miss?" tanyakanya. I just nodded.

After arriving at the dinner table, I immediately filled my husband's plate with two sandwiches containing pieces of meat and vegetables. As for me, keep eating rice with side dishes of beef liver as usual, boring. Mr. Joe, of course, took his own breakfast menu, he never wanted to be served.

I quickly ran towards the kitchen while covering my mouth with both hands, I even bumped into a waiter who was walking towards the kitchen, he said, I ignored the calls and screams of the two men I left at the dinner table.

My husband ran after me, I spewed all my stomach contents into the kitchen sink that had just been cleaned, he massaged the nape of my neck slowly while draping eucalyptus oil there.

"I told you, let's go to the doctor." He said with teary eyes, like he could not bear to see me in this state.

"Yes, Miss. You'd better see a doctor, it looks like your condition is serious" said Mr. Joe, he also stood not far from us.

My husband led my body back to the dinner table, to which the two men seemed reluctant to continue their breakfast sessions.

"Is there something wrong with the food?" ask Mr. Joe again. I'm shaking.

"Then why?"

"No idea, Joe. From the morning he had vomited, lately often dizzy and nauseous, but was invited to the doctor always restless," replied my husband.

"He said he had come to the clinic, he said low tension, enough to take blood-boosting drugs and eat meat will return to normal, the evidence for more than a week is not improving" continued my husband.

"Hmm, looks like you should visit the hospital, miss. If you don't want this situation to continue" said Mr. Joe.

"I've forced her, Joe. There, he was mad at me instead," my husband glanced at me, while I sat leaning on the dining chair while feeling my head swirling around.

"Yes, I have to go to the office now. Hope it gets better soon, Miss."

After Mr. Joe's departure, my husband returned to my room, and he repeatedly seduced me with various lures to allow him to contact Daren's doctor.

After almost noon, I finally agreed to his wish, and immediately called the doctor to come home.

"Honey, I want ice cream" I asked.

"What flavor? I'll take it for you."

"The taste of pineapple or mango, just potluck."

"You don't want chocolate?" tanyanya.

"I told you, I want pineapple or mango, still chocolate on offer." I snorted in annoyance. It was clear what I was saying, but I still asked.

"Yes, yeah. Don't be mad."

"A little bit angry" he muttered, still in my ear.

Finally he headed straight for the living room and returned with two ice creams at once.

"I'll get them both, whichever one you choose" he said, handing me two packs of ice cream.

"You want one?" my many. She shook her head.

"Yes already." I thawed, then finished two ice creams at a time in no time.

The only thing that can take away the bad taste in my stomach is this ice cream.

After waiting for quite a while, finally doctor Daren came up with combat equipment inside his tote bag that was black in color.

"Why is your wife, Ga?"

"If I had known, I wouldn't have had to tell you to come here" my husband replied.

"Basic, I'm just asking." The doctor smiled slantingly at my husband. They were like cats and mice, almost never familiar when they met, the doctor Daren who loved to prank my husband, like not running out of ideas to make him even more upset.

"Have you done it on the schedule I gave you?" ask the doctor, I just nodded.

Yes, even though my husband often whined until midnight when his desire had peaked, but I still refused firmly because that night was not his schedule we said yes, finally we've been through it for a month with drama.

Almost every night, my husband scolded Daren doctor, because it was Daren doctor that he could not get night sports as he pleased, he had to take frequent holidays and resist the turmoil of passionate desire.

"When are you supposed to come in another month, miss?" ask Doctor Daren to break my daydream.

I remember thinking, I should have been the monthly guest three days ago. Because from the girl era, I always get a schedule to come the month on the same date as the previous months, never even late even though a day, sometimes even forward.

Am I pregnant?

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