Happy After Divorce

CHAPTER 32. DIFFERTS

The aroma of cooking air makes anyone's stomach will starve if they smell it, Dinar noticed the lunch box he made. Mark was really on the verge of the boundary, the young man had troubled Dinar several times. At first only asked once to make food, in fact Dinar had to make food Mark several times. Breakfast, then lunch, and lastly dinner.

"Well!" sigh Dinar tired. "What am I really doing? I want to see when I do something like this, if not for guilt. Ogah really made a dish for that crazy man," dumel Dinar.

Dinar tidied up the supply box, put in a special paper bag where food, he stepped towards the door to the outside of the apartment. Standing at the door of Mark's apartment, Dinar knows Mark's pin code. The neighbor did not hesitate to share the pin code of his apartment only for Dinar, making it easier for this beautiful woman to get in and out of the apartment. Dinar's clenched fingers seemed to enter the pin code, the sound of the door lock opened quickly Dinar pushed the door inside. Just getting into the apartment, Mark's voice was clear.

"She was nauseous again," monologue Dinar, glancing towards the wide-open outer bathroom door.

The dinar slowly covered the entrance, stepping closer towards the outside bathroom. Mark's voice spewing out a clear liquid still clearly Dinar was captured by his sense of hearing, miserable already the man who had impregnated Dinar. Hand Dinar moved to put the original paper bag on the sofa table, before continuing his footsteps closer to the bathroom door.

Mark was surprised when he felt someone patting his back, gently rubbing his neck. Mark's forehead seemed to be filled with sweat as big as corn seeds, his mouth bitter. Mark slowly helped to stand towards the sink, washing his lips. The dinar deftly grabbed the tissue handed over to Mark, without a word. Mark rubbed his lips roughly, his bead glanced at the silhouette of Dinar reflected by the glass.

"Still," Mark murmured sounding weak.

Dinar nodded small, in response. "Come, I'll help you sit on the couch" said Dinar, glancing worriedly at Mark.

Mark nodded weakly, both of them coming out of the bathroom. The petrified dinar Mark sat on the sofa, the young pregnant woman moved towards the kitchen that was not blocked. He grabbed the glass and stepped towards the dispenser, pouring a little hot water mixed with cold water. Dinar swung her footsteps towards the sofa, extending a glass of warm water to her nails towards Mark.

"Drink, at least this will make you a little better," said Dinar, softly.

Mark happily grabbed it, drinking just a few sips. Before it's given back to Dinar, okay! This time Mark ran out of energy. What damn disease is destroying a Mark Louis morning? The casanova for the first time condemned the morning sickness she experienced.

"I feel so limp," Mark murmured softly, his bead dimming. The excitement and temptation that he usually throws when with Dinar, lost somewhere. "Can you help me today? I won't be able to get to the office. Accompany me here, yes," he continued, staring at Dinar with a hopeful look on his face.

Dinar was silent for a while, Dinar's bead glanced towards the sweat that was dripping profusely on Mark's forehead. Poor, perhaps one word that can be defined when he looks at the biological father of the fetus. If only Dinar were getting a cravings cycle, and morning sick this one. Of course it is difficult, at least he is quite grateful not to experience fatigue during pregnancy.

"Yes, already. But don't mess around" said Dinar, warning Mark.

Mark chuckled weakly. "Don't do anything, Dinar. One of a kind I'm not strong, because I'm running out of energy" Mark replied honestly.

"We'll just go to the hospital, I'll take you to the hospital. Maybe it could be in the infusion to restore your body fluids," said Dinar, getting a weak coil from Mark.

"Don't! I hate hospitals. Take me to my room, and please call my family doctor. The phone number is on my phone" Mark said, he really doesn't like hospitals.

The smell of drugs, especially on bad memories that made him feel increasingly dizzy while being treated there. Dinar scoured Mark's facial expression, which seemed to begin to pale. Forehead Dinar doubled, if this man's personal doctor was called. Doesn't it matter? The doctor could have leaked what happened to Mark.

"ah! How about this. I have an acquaintance with the Doctor, I think he can help me to check your situation," suggested Dinar, getting a look of incomprehension from Mark. "If your family's doctor checks, he could be rushed to the hospital immediately, right? Because it looks like you need to be hospitalized," continued Dinar gave an excuse to Mark.

...***...

"Why else, Anjani?" asked Damar with a tired face.

This young lecturer has just finished taking care of his transfer letter from Jakarta to Medan, making him tired. Not to mention he had to hold a farewell event with the lecturers at the university where he was given the opportunity to teach. Home should listen to the whining of Anjani, this big pregnant woman looks immediately pouted. Because Damar's reaction was beyond Anjani's expectations, he thought Damar would embrace him and calm Anjani down.

"Well, what the hell? I'm tired all day in this house, Mom. Where mama Mas all day trouble me, please this is it. Then do that. Though I have not become the legal son-in-law of this house, but it is like a babu," Anjani argued annoyed, he was a manyun.

Damar massaged the small side of his forehead, sighing heavily. It feels like Dinar is not like this when he was with the Damar family, his ex-wife when PDKT with Damar was really great. Never complain let alone complain like Anjani, all members of the Damar family like Dinar. Be it the nuclear family, or distant relatives.

"Look, no? I'm talking about this again," Anjani said, frowning her forehead.

Damar let out a rough sigh, his sharp eye bead pointed at Anjani's face. "Can't you see I'm tired Anjani, almost all day outside doing a lot of activities. Arriving at this house want to rest Anjani, boro-boro you prepare coffee and eat for me. Just now I have to listen to a series of complaints, about my family. Not yet the daughter-in-law of my family you are already like this. Especially if you are a daughter-in-law, there are any events in my house. You will not even want to come to make petrified," said Damar, his facial expression looks reddish.

Anjani's mouth was wide open, her facial expression in disbelief. "My mother will be your wife and your family's daughter-in-law, not your maid or your family's maid, Mas! Today's times have changed. Should Mas understand, children now it can not be enforced like a son-in-law of the era of the Baheula, the son-in-law must submit to the same in-law. And the wife must submit to the husband, if marriage yes, we are equal dong. Me and me, the same. I've been taking Mas's son all day, there and here. Lah, Mas just don't make me drink it immediately angry. I was just a horrifying cry straight away like this," Anjani's cerocos got angry.

Damar hardened both sides of his jaw, fortunately the woman in front of him was pregnant with her child. If not, really! Damar had certainly immediately sent a slap because it was considered demeaned by Anjani.

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