HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

I'm doing just fine

This afternoon, my father and mother returned home, while Papa decided to stay for a few days. The distance of this house and papa's house far enough to make me ask him to stay longer, the age that is no longer young must make him very tired on the trip.

"First, Arga's mother was also dehydrated and vomiting excessively like you are currently experiencing, son. He is also strong like you, rarely complains and remains happy living his tough days" said papa.

There are many things that papa told me about my husband's mother's time while still pregnant, weak conditions and troublesome pregnancy also in nature.

I was happy to listen to every story you told, while my husband preferred to be busy in his study, because he had been doing all the office work from home.

"Doctors say, this condition will improve if the first trimester has passed, Pa," I said.

"May be right, son. Papa can't bear to see you in this condition."

"Papa see, Arga is now changing a lot, he is softer and not too stiff towards the people in this house, papa sees a lot of new things from him," he continued.

That handsome guy has changed a lot. He was no longer as arrogant as before, every time a waiter came to deliver food, he never forgot to smile and thank. Meanwhile, in the past, do not be grateful, he always put on a rogue look with a flat face without expression, as if showing his high power.

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"Darling, have you taken your medicine?" my husband asked as we lay on the bed, ready to go to sleep.

"It."

"How are you doing? any better?"

"Mzan, Honey. I hope this is all over soon" I said.

"Thank you for being so strong about these difficult times, baby. I can't imagine if you continue like this for the next 9 months."

"This is all for the sake of our future baby, I will do anything to bring him to see this world."

The man smiled warmly, then hugged my body tightly, he landed kisses on the whole area of my face.

Almost every night he was restless during sleep, because I was rarely able to fall asleep, so I always knew when he often woke up in the middle of the night.

Sometimes she suddenly hugged me tightly, kissed my cheek, took a slow sip of my lips as I pretended to close my eyes.

How not, he had been fasting to withstand the turmoil of his desires for more than two weeks, he was actually going against his own inner desires.

With the weak body condition as before, it is impossible if I have to serve him, but today I feel better.

"Honey, you want something?" I asked, I gently rubbed his face with my finger.

"Want what? I don't want anything, honey," she replied.

"Say, what do you want. I know you've been holding her all this time" I said again. He smiled and positioned our bodies facing each other.

"Your sacrifice is big enough, dear. I don't want to burden you with my wishes. It's okay, I'll hold it as much as I can" he said slowly.

"Tonight I've improved, we can do it" I said again. I don't know why, I don't think I can see it.

"Here you go, let's go to bed. You have to rest a lot, hopefully tomorrow morning can be better."

"But, Honey ...."

"Sstttt, I'm fine, honey. We can do it later if you're really healthy" he said.

"You sure?" my many. He just nodded, but our bodies facing each other without distance made me feel something stiffening down there.

Even though his lips were adamant in refusing, yet his male instinct still barely broke through the defensive wall. He remained calm with his stance, finally we just hugged each other until eyes closed until drifting in each other's dreams.

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It has become a routine, every morning my husband always wakes up early, he will painstakingly brew pregnant milk for me and always prepare all my bathing needs, from towels, change clothes, and so on, until the water is warm.

Every day, every day, I was treated like a queen. Which woman does not fall in love at all times if it gets more attention than a handsome man like him, I am even made to melt every day with his sweet attitude.

"Would you like to have breakfast here or at the dinner table, honey?" She asked as she helped me put on a slightly loose knee-length dress.

"At the dinner table. It's not good if you eat breakfast alone" I replied.

"It's okay, papa must understand your condition, if breakfast here, I'll accompany you."

"No, Honey. We'll eat with papa" I refused.

Of course I feel sad and uneasy if I let my father-in-law eat breakfast alone at the dinner table, even though he will understand my situation, but as a son-in-law I have to respect his presence in this house.

"Well if you insist," he said as he made his bed.

If all this time I was always cleaning the room and making the bed, then since my pregnancy, she took over all those tasks.

Especially this room, the clean-up work we do ourselves, I don't like it when a waiter enters our privacy room, even though before we got married, Salimah was in charge of cleaning this place.

After that, my husband and I went to the dinner table, enjoying breakfast together, but this time I prefer to eat just one loaf of bread, because the morning is the most vulnerable time for me to fill the stomach.

"It's better, Pa," I replied, trying to swallow the bread in my mouth.

"Do we need a doctor and a nurse to take care of you at home?" ask papa.

"Arga thinks so too, Pa," my husband said.

"No need, Pa. After all Sabrina is better, Arga is also very painstaking in taking care of Sabrina," I replied with a smile, twitching one eye to the handsome man beside me.

"You sure, son? If there is a doctor, your condition will be monitored continuously for 24 hours, if only Arga takes care of you, he will not understand about the conditions that must be watched," said papa.

"Sabrina's fine, Pa. about four more weeks into the second trimester, hopefully in the next trimester Sabrina is stronger" I said.

"Well if that's what you want, son. Papa won't force."

During the breakfast event that lasted so short, I had tried my hardest to resist the turmoil of stomach contents that were pushed out. I walked with a little run towards the bathroom followed by my husband.

"Look, your situation is not better" he said slowly, he was always there when I was like this in the morning. In fact, I have spent four bottles of eucalyptus oil in use massaging the nape of the neck and rubbed into the area of my nose.

"It's okay, Honey. Be patient" I said softly, I cleaned my mouth with running water and wiped it with a tissue.

"I'll get Daren here."

"Here you go, I'm fine," I said slightly raising the tone of voice.

"Why are you so stubborn, this is all for the good of you and our son" he said.

"All right, whatever you say!" I turned around, leaving her sculpting near the bathroom sink.

I feel fine with my condition like this, will not all pregnant women also experience the same symptoms in early pregnancy?

It's just that they don't have husbands like my husband, so they're not as worried as people who are seriously ill, I'm just pregnant, not sick.

After a long time I didn't talk to her, I felt sorry. He looked moody and dreamy on the sofa while staring blankly at the window. I approached him, and sat down next to him.

Easily angry and then regret is my habit lately, it is very difficult to control the emotions that rise and fall irregularly, a little I hear a sentence that I do not like, then suddenly I wanted to drop the sky above his head, very unstable.

"Honey, I'm sorry." I finally opened my voice, giving in to apologize first. In fact, he is usually the one who always apologizes even though I am wrong.

"I'm just worried, honey. If I knew from the beginning that pregnancy would make you suffer, really, I would put it off until you were really ready" she said with teary eyes.

"Listen, I'm not suffering, Honey. This is all normal, almost all pregnant women will experience morning sickness like this," I said carefully.

"If you see me suffering so much, you also have to understand, you are also born to a woman who has felt the same way that I feel right now" I continued. He nodded, seeming to be thinking of something.

"I'm sorry your mom. You see, maybe you're hurting, but you never know how the struggle took you nine months into her stomach until you were born healthy and safe."

"You focus too much on your own pain, until you forget the pain that others have suffered because of you, Honey."

A moment later he hugged me tightly, I don't know what he was thinking at this time, but I felt relieved because I had pulled out the teething that had been stuck in the chest.

"You've taken your medicine?" he asked slowly, apparently he did not want to talk about his mother.

"Here you go" I answered briefly.

"Please promise, we'll visit your mama's grave when I get better" I said softly, then walked out of the room.

For a few weeks locked myself in my room, I felt so bored. I miss my boutique friends, I miss work. I miss everything.

I decided to sit alone in the side garden, enjoying dozens of roses blooming simultaneously.

Hopefully Doctor Daren doesn't come, I don't care about my own health and our future child, but I really feel better. My nausea and vomiting have started to diminish, not as often as yesterday.

Nothing is instant, everything needs a process. Everything I'm going through right now, just because the little one is trying to test the patience and strength of his mother, I thought.

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