Husband Setting

Drama

The rest of the day seems bad. Jen naturally went straight into the room and sounded an irritated roar.

"Sir, how many times do I have to say! Cook the right meat, which is cooked, do not let him eat meat that is only roasted. Cook until you're done, Mommy! You understand nothing?"

Finally Darren who felt that his words were outrageous, spoke to Ranti in the kitchen. The woman had already packed the kitchen, and what was this smell? Rawon?

"I'm sorry, sir .. but I just want to eat rawon, but the beef is deliberately roasted first. I boiled until I cooked the meat sir, this ...," said Ranti showing a blackened piece of meat in a small bowl. "Mom knows, sir, I just want to feel the sensation of being roasted" he continued.

"I don't defend Mom, Mr. .. but you shouldn't talk to me so much."

Darren rubbed his face rough. "Just save the food first, Ma'am ...," Darren orders that he approves of Ranti's words. "Sorry for making you see our quarrel."

Ranti smiled understandably, "preferably talk to the pregnant woman carefully, sir .. pity."

"Yes, I understand, Ma'am .. but this concerns the health of our baby. She was sick, Ma'am .. and had to be monitored until our baby was born, until a year about after her birth. I'm worried about both, Ma'am." Darren doesn't know what to do. He wanted to tell Jen the truth, but she feared Jen's stubbornness would hamper the amniocentensis test, given the risk of setting up enough nape. The only hope is that the virus can die with treatment and not be transmitted to the baby.

Ranti understood, but not the place to give advice, she did not really understand the meaning of 'sick', her employer was reluctant to mention what pain suffered by his wife and future baby. It seems to be quite stressful for the man who sits and massages his forehead.

"Well, I know what the pain is, sir ... You don't have to bear it yourself." Ranti immediately resigned, when as late as some time did not get a response from his statement.

Darren sighed deeply and heavily. Looking at the menu in front of him, he felt guilty, his hand reaching for a fork and piercing the blackish flesh. "Truly I can't see your tears, Yang ...." Darren put the meat back and took the tray. Heats the rawon and takes it to the room.

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"I know, I'm selfish, Vay, but I don't mean to make my baby anything. I know what is and is not. I've learned a lot, and he just wants to say that I'm—"

Jen's voice was stopped by a roaring cry. Darren heard it from behind the door with his hands propping up the tray. He eavesdropped on Jen who was talking to Vaya on the phone.

"I tried to eat other than meat, I chopped spinach, carrots, mustard, peas though, Vay, but, always out again, out again. Is this my selfish attitude too? I want to, but the baby refuses."

"I have to how? Before that illness, before I was said to be pregnant, I wasn't like this, was I? Have I ever been picky about food, Vay ...?"

The silence paused there, making Darren curious. "Yes, I didn't realize that, but I never threw up, did I? Ah, never mind .. I'm dizzy," complained Jen grumbling.

Darren poked his head slightly, looking at the puffy face of Jen who was sitting leaning on the head of the bed, his hands twirling around the large rabbit doll that was white and gray. Surprisingly, after the sobbing, Jen looks no longer crying. Just scowling.

"Yes, I'm happy, pregnancy is not happy, not happy? You're weird, uh ...!"

Darren saw Jen grimacing again, biting his lips, looking to hold back. The hand that originally twisted the doll's ears moved rubbing its stomach. "Don't ask me how happy I am, Vay .. I'm so happy, but why should there be such a rich drama? He seemed ordinary, even fierce sometimes. I think with him, we won't fight gini rich? But ...."

Jen was seen putting her phone down. The woman cupped her face and came back crying. Harder and more painful.

"Haniii .. I'm going to your house now, yes ...."

Darren stepped slowly towards Jen who was still lowered with the two covering her face. Put the tray on the long chair under the bed, and sit next to Jen in a sideways position. Cut Jen's palms off her face. Jen was quite gasp, but she could not just turn away from Darren's gaze.

"You want your right hand or your left hand, which slaps my mouth."

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