I'M THE ONE WHO'S KEPT

CHAPTER 283

Dion heard the sound of nausea. It looks like it's from Debora's room. Dion pulled out his head.

He saw the window of Deborajuga's room open. Dion could hear Deborah's voice.

"Deborah why is it..?" Worry has struck Dion.

Wanting him to call Deborah from that window, Taoi thought that Debora would not know Dion was there. Especially with the condition of Deborah who is nauseous.

"I went to his room.." Dion came out of his room.

Tok tock..

"Bora.. Bora.. You okay, what..?" Dion knocked on Debora's room door.

"Yes.. Justjust.." There was also the sound of Deborah's voice in the room.

"You okay, right..?" Dion couldn't hide his concern for Deborah.

"Eemmm I.." Deborah shy shy.

"I heard you were nauseous.. You're okay, right..?" Dion examines Debora's face.

"Yes.. I'm just nauseous. I think it's in the wind.."

"Rubber..?" Dion ensure.

"Rubber.." Deborah nodded.

"Would you like some milk or something.. I made ya.." Pinta Dion's.

"I'm okay.. I don't want to drink milk either.. What's not Dion.." Decline Deborah.

"Son.. My sister Diana said.. Pregnant women who have just vomited should drink their pregnancy milk. It can improve and reduce the nausea.. I made ya.." ask Dion again.

"Eemm is.." Deborah resigned.

"Noah.. You are that weak.. What's the milk in the kitchen..?" Ask Dion again.

"Yes, everything is in the kitchen. Come on.." Deborah closed the door to her room.

"Eh... Where are you going..?" Dion's got Debora.

"Yes, come with you to the kitchen.." Answer Deborah plain.

"Son.. You're in this room.. I'll bring your milk back.. Okay.. I don't want you to move much.. Udah.. Want a lot of movement here again.. Login..!" Decree Dion.

"Dion."

"Looky in..!" Tell Dion again.

Deborah sculpting. Just now he heard wrong or indeed Dion called him by the name of Darling..?

"Come in.. I'm not long.." Dion's Promise.

Deborah chose to just obey and ask in her heart.

Dion goes to the kitchen, and he doesn't know where Debora's milk is. But fortunately there was also an aunt who worked at Hery's house came also to the kitchen.

"Bie.. Where is Deborah's milk of pregnancy.. Where did he keep it..?" Dion asked the aunt.

"In the closet, sir.. Let aunt get it.." The aunt took and gave Dion the milk.

"Thank you Bi.." Dion hurriedly cooked the water and prepared the milk powder inside a medium-sized glass.

"Master make Miss Deborah milk..?" ask the Aunt.

"Yes.. Bi.. Deborah had nausea.. That's why I made milk. Deborah is just limp.." Obviously Dion

"Ohh yes sir. These.. Biscuits for Madam. Usually the mistress eats these biscuits also at night.." Bibi offers Deborah a box of biscuits.

"Thank you Bi.." Dion took the biscuit.

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Tok tock..

Chequek..

Like his own room, Dion went straight in with his luggage.

"Eh you brought my biscuits too..?" Deborah Shocked.

"Yes, there was an aunt in the kitchen. He told me you like this biscuit. Want to...?" Dion put the napkin with a glass of warm milk and a box of the zither in Deborah's bed. Right in front of Debora.

"Thank you Dion.. Kamh is very good.." Praise Debora.

"Yes donk.. Make you that loo.." Dion pulls the chair and sits in front of Debora who enjoys Dion's milk.

"Eemmm.. It's better than I usually do.." Deborah's Tweet.

"Can't make me.." arrogant Dion.

Deborah..