LOVE & VENGEANCE

Are You Pregnant?

The sound of vomit from the front made the master immediately turn his head.

He saw Aretha bowing her body and patting her chest with the characteristic sound of people vomiting was still heard.

‘Yes God, he was troublesome once,’ Inner Anshell while getting up from his seat.

An hour on the yacht and far apart listening to the noise made Anshell feel disturbed.

“Not yet I worked, already puking first, you!” anshell's nagging was accompanied by a rough breath.

Anshell stood beside Aretha, the man instead of helping her was ruffled around his waist staring at the pugnacious Aretha who continued to spit out a clear liquid from her mouth.

His clothes were thin, since earlier the village girl sat sweetly while enjoying the beautiful view of the blue ocean and also the mountains before her eyes.

However, he did not care about the sea angina that hit his small body.

“I'm sorry to bother you and also dirty your personal yacht.

“Later, I clean,” Aretha said as she bowed and regained her vomit.

“Where not to enter angina huh? Breakfast breakfast is just bread two ribuan.”

Yes, Anshell saw his contract wife eat breakfast in the morning with one bread stamped price of two thousand rupiah and warm tea water.

Surprisingly, in his house a lot of food but the stupid village girl was even more eating cheap bread.

“On the plane has been prepared lunch and snacks a lot, you refused it and instead chose to drink,” Anshell's nag.

Aretha held back her tears, she did not want to cry and continued to get nagged Anshell.

The man did not help massage his back or get warm water.

What the man did was pull up Aretha's thin shirt with an annoyed grunt.

“Your body is thin how does sea angina not enter and does not make you catch a cold and keep vomiting huh?”

Aretha immediately pulled on her clothes, she lazily argued with Anshell.

His return to the village was suddenly he only brought some clothes. Where remember he brought a jacket remembering in the city the weather was so hot.

Aretha thought she was going home to town instead of being in Labuan Bajo for a honeymoon with the annoying guy next to her.

“Let me clean up, Miss,” said Ken quickly came and asked a man to clean up the vomit.

“What do you bring a jacket?” ken asked, while leading Aretha to go inside letting her master continue to nag behind.

Aretha gave me a soft belt, she didn't have a jacket at all. Ken felt pity, he draped his jacket and placed it on Aretha's back.

Unfortunately, Anshell immediately pulled over and threw away the leather jacket until it drifted into the ocean carrying his personal yacht to one of Anshell and Jordan's hotels.

“Jeez, Sir. It's a real crocodile leather jacket. It's expensive why did you throw it away?”

“Take it if it's expensive,” Anshell said as she pushed Ken's body away from Aretha.

The village girl was not strong anymore, she also regurgitated her stomach which was only water.

 With a swift Anshell rubbing Aretha's back helped the girl to expel the clear liquid.

“Are you pregnant, hmm?” ask Anshell slowly.

“Dragon talks, An!”

Anshell draped Aretha on the chair while giving her warm oil, one hand still rubbed Aretha's back gently.

Aretha was stunned for a moment when she saw the man smiling faintly, a handsome smile that she had been longing for a few days before the man hated her.

“How do you not vomit.”

 Aretha looked at Anshell for a moment. Listening to your call makes Aretha feel her Anshell back.

“Breakfast this morning you were just bread and also warm tea. Though in your home is a lot of food, you know Re..”

Aretha blinked her eyes slowly, the call ‘Re’ made her heart want to cry.

He missed Anshell whom he knew a man who was kind to him instead of a scary man and a bitter tongue.

‘What magic Lalisa lost?’ aretha look at Anshell.

“Padahal lunch on the plane is delicious and the snacks are also a lot.

“But, why not eat, hmm?”

Anshell gave a warm tea brought by a yacht crew for the girl to drink.

“Actually you why not eat delicious food, not you people do not picky food?”

“Or are you on a diet?” connect Anshell.

The village girl did not reply, but Aretha just silently looked at Anshell with both wet eyes.

Listening to Anshell's soft voice called out to her and treating Anshell made her heart touched

Aretha wanted to cry in the man's arms and whispered the phrase ‘I'm not as strong as you think, Shell.’ It is very desirable that he reconcile with the man and forget the past that he is the son of a murderer.

But reality is hard. The man will definitely return to do as he pleases.

‘Remember Aretha. Your tears make Anshell satisfied. The man would rather see you suffer than be happy,’ said Aretha's heart.

“Please bring me warm oil and also my thick jacket below,” Anshell pinta which is called by one of his men.

“Uwekkk.

Aretha again vomited again until her body was limp already and sat on the cold floor.

“This fix deh, Re. I think you're pregnant,” Anshell said back to help Aretha massage her back neck.

“We rest in the lower room yuk, your hands are cold your body is also weak,” Anshell said seeing Aretha now cold sweat.

The girl shook her head slowly, she did not want to move into the room. Aretha was afraid that Anshell would do something that was not even her husband.

“It seems that you do not need to go to the lower room, Mr.”

Ken, who was standing with a wet body, showed that in a few minutes their yacht would arrive at a five-star hotel.

“Nanggung, later rest, Miss Aretha is still strong right?” ask Ken who is called Aretha quickly.

Anshell looked at his confidant.

 “You so take that jacket?”

“Yes, lah. Honey, this is my beloved expensive jacket,”.

The luxurious yacht finally landed, Anshell swiftly carrying the thin and light body of Aretha walked towards the hotel which was quite far from where the Yacht was.

Along the way to the hotel lobby, Aretha just silently looked at the handsome face of the husband.

Very handsome, even his heart was eager to reach Anshell's love.

However, he recalled that Lalisa's influence was so strong in the man's heart, that for his sake the man did things even if it hurt him.

Ken opened the door to Anshell's presidential suite, which was never rented out even if the guest could afford to pay a heavy price.

This room is only special for him and his family if you want to vacation.

“Don't keep looking at me like that, I realize. I'm a handsome guy.

“So you are lucky to be married by a handsome man like me,” muttered Anshell while laying down Aretha's thin body, he said,

Not spared the sweet smile printed on his handsome face that both of Aretha's eyes caught.

“Your body is very cold, Retha.”

Aretha just silently did not answer, but both eyes could not see Anshell.

Yes, she was indeed lucky to be married by a handsome prince Anshell Damarion Stone.

However, given Anshell's accusations against her that led her to believe that if the man lost his mind again, Anshell would do the cruel thing again as it had been.

“Drink, this is ginger water, Ken has asked the kitchen people and soon food was delivered to our room.”

Again Aretha just silently thought of Anshell's strange attitude suddenly well like this.

‘We, You and Retha, it's a strange thing for me when you answer your heart is dead when that grudge arises when you find out that I'm the son of a murderer, his inner’ murmured.

Aretha sat down to drink the ginger tea and sipped it slowly.

“Thank you, An,” said.

“Hm, equally,” replied Anshell accompanied by a smile.

Aretha's eyeballs dodged as Anshell approached and both of her hands were already on her body.

“You what?”

“What do you think I want?”

The warm breath that hit Aretha's face made the woman close her eyes for a moment, the smell of mint coming out of Anshell's mouth made Aretha's breath short.

What's more, the two burly hands flicked his thin shirt. His chest rumbled hot as he looked at the beautiful bead he had longed for.

“Do you think we will make a child, hmm?”

Aretha just glared in response and the man sitting so close was just smiling.

“I just want to give you warm oil in your stomach Retha, so that your body is not cold like this,” whispered Anshell as she stared at the tense expression of Aretha.

“Do you want me to warm your body?”