Lord Malvyn's Prison of Love

Lord Malvyn's Prison of Love
Chapter 118



"Why daydream?" aisyah asked Jerolin, seemingly silent.


Jerolin immediately turned his head to look courageously at Aisyah then turned his face because he felt her cheeks reddened.


"Face om red," Aisyah's tease instantly made Jerolin hold her cheek.


Wrong behavior because the pregnant woman chuckles at her sight. Rubbing the nape of the neck to reduce nervousness. "Don't look at me like that, Ais."


Hearing Jerolin's words made Aisyah laugh. It turned out to be quite fun flirting with the adult man in front of her. Moreover, seeing the mimic of that face looks funny to him.


"Ais," said Jerolin again.


Aisyah smothered her own mouth with one hand and the other hand signaled she would be silent. "sorry. All right, I'm quiet." As strong as Aisyah's energy no longer laughed. However, seeing Jerolin's face actually made his laughter again break.


Although Jerolin was really embarrassed to make Aisyah, but seeing a beautiful woman with a pregnant dress made her feel happy. I really want him to hold a body that has been a little filled with it. But, it is impossible to do given the limits that exist.


"Oms. Let's go get some ice cream, "Aisyah's pinta to Jerolin all of a sudden.


"Is the fridge over?" jerolin asked considering that he always filled the contents of Aisyah's refrigerator with fruits, ice cream, and other healthy snacks.


Aisyah grinned the horse without answering but it was understandable Jerolin. The man nodded making Aisyah cheer up.


"I changed clothes for a moment. Wait, don't stay."


"Yes." Yeah."


Aisyah walked towards the room but looked back again. "Don't leave it."


Jerolin clucked but chuckled later. "Yes, Ice. Do I have to come to the room so you can believe that I won't stay with you?" the man asked a little shrieked but Aisyah's bulging reaction made her laugh.


Seeing Aisyah enter the room, Jerolin approached the refrigerator and opened it. Look at the stock snacks there the rest of the little. Indeed, since the third trimester of pregnancy Aisyah prefers snacks rather than heavy eating. Moreover, nutrition for the fetus is fulfilled.


Jerolin turned his head towards the source of the sound of the door opening. It looks Aisyah has been wearing a long black knee-length dress with a white sling bag, as well as women's sneakers of the same color as a sling bag.


His second smile then let Aisyah walk first. Jerolin imagined if the pregnant woman was his wife. Then his hand will always hold the woman's hand. But his courage is not enough for that. The sense of love and guilt felt by Jerolin is just as great.


"You're like my bodyguard, om. Here's the road next to me," Aisyah asked to stop her steps and let Jerolin stand beside her.


Jerolin scratches the head that does not itch. Between joy and gloat, that's how he feels. "Is it okay?"


Aisyah clucked at Jerolin's question. "I'm a young widow if you forget," she cheered later. He also wrapped his hands in Jerolin's sturdy arms.


Jerolin felt Aisyah's hand coiling around his arm making himself hold his breath for a moment. How not? aisha's treatment always made her heart baper. The woman seemed to be playing with a pull that would make her heart hurt in the future.


Jerin opened the car door for Aisyah then circled the car and sat down next to the woman. Today he did not drive because he was still sleepy. For the sake of love and the baby is willing to come to Aisyah even though she is not fit.


Jerolin told the driver to go to the nearest minimarket only so they quickly returned to the Apartment. Especially when it gets dark.


"Oms. I can eat junk food, right?" tanya Aisyah saw one of the visitors was eating a burger.


"That's fast food, ice. Less healthy," prohibits Jerolin who always pay attention to the nutritional intake of Aisyah.


Aisyah nodded. If he has talked about health then he can only be silent because Jerolin is not likely to tolerate it. Finally Aisyah chose another snack there.


Aisyah was shocked when someone's hand held half the burger before her. He turned around to see who owned the hand and it turned out to be Jerolin.


Aisyah nodded happily to have her wish materialized. He knew it all for the good of himself and his future son. But, had also thought and remembered in his hometown is not as tight as this in consuming food if pregnant. They still eat meatballs, sauces, instant noodles, junk food, or other foods. Different from himself.


Jerolin gave a poto of mineral water whose lid was already opened by him. "Thank you, um."


Jerolin nodded. "Can you call me no more? I look old walking with you if it keeps this up," his grunts were really strange hearing the call.


Aisyah chuckled at him and was nodded by him. True too, even though their age is only 15 years. But Aisha called him that.


"So what do I want to call you?" asked Aisyah to make Jerolin spread the shoulder mark did not understand.


Aisyah drank the mineral water that Jerolin had given her just now while thinking of a proper call for the man.


Mas's?


Aisyah shook her head because she felt calling it was funny.


A brother?


Especially this. Want to laugh it feels.


My husband's?


Not husband.


My darling?


Not sweetheart.


"Bapi Jero," the smiling great-grandson Aisyah called Jerolin the name that should be attached to the man.


Her heart trembled at the new call from Aisha. "Isn't that an excess of ice?"


"If it's more, I'll just ask for the change." Aisyah answered ngasal because she did not want to mind Jerolin's question.


"I'm serious, Ice."


"But..."


"Pick on call papi or om?" decak Aisyah on Jerolin. The man looked to be following.


"Battle Jero, just."


Jerolin looked timid after saying that. Aisyah was happy to see it. Both are strong minimarkets after shopping is done and pay at the cashier table.


Today Jerolin was really happy because he got a lot of surprises from Aisyah. Unable to hide his sense of making her smile all the way.


Aisyah looked at the road from the car's glass window. Of course, Jerolin's attention during this time made his conjecture lead to a word of love.


*Should I forget you, Vyn? we are no longer a couple. You have freed me from the prison of your love. Really, loving you makes me sick. You succeeded in making me fall into the abyss so deep. I'm sick, Vyn. I keep getting sick like this.


❤️*