Love Me Like You Love Her

you're my puja

Beduk rang, threw the silence of the night, reverberating the voice of Adhan Subuh heard a simple inter-mosque hose. Zia woke up her beloved wife to take a bath and perform the Fajr prayer.

" Sister.want to make breakfast what?", asked Rahma to her former best friend who is now her husband who she loves while doubling the prayer mat.

" It is Yang. You are right bedrest first, later if your gestational age has entered 4 months, then you can masakin me again ", later on if you are pregnant ", zia answered, looking uncontested, and Rahma obeyed her husband's orders.

" Which, this morning to the Hospital first yes itself, later in the afternoon you leave with Mas Anto to the Hospital, we check to Obgyn check your content", zia said softly as she grabbed his wife's hand to sit with him by the side of the bed.

" Your face is still pale, my wife, rest lha. ", Zia continued, caressing her face.

" I resist nausea is there anti-nausea medicine for young pregnant women like me Yang?", said Rahma indeed with an expression of suppressing nausea.

" It is like this symptom Pregnant women, my wife, you are patient. should not be a pregnant woman taking drugs, except vitamins and boosters of the content ", you should not ", clearly the cute Zia saw his wife's expression remained beautiful despite how her facial expression when holding back nausea.

" sir.. Ma'am. Breakfast is ready.. Monggo ", said Mba Ira from the outer door of his Master and Nyonya's room.

" Come Yang.we have breakfast. ", take Zia to his wife.

When he came out of the door of his room, Rahma felt nauseous when smelling the aroma of cooking. Rahma half ran to the toilet to remove the contents in her stomach because it was unbearable already in her throat.

Hueeek..

Zia heard the wife vomit in the toilet, she took the initiative to approach her and help her to feel more calm and relieved by a swab of her back.

" Are you relieved yet ? if you are relieved so that you can calm down ", Zia asked attentively to her beloved wife who is struggling to be a mother of her child.

" No sir, let me make the tea for Mom" said Mba Ira in the kitchen.

" Ok Mba thank you, but don't be too sweet Mba said, ", said Zia as she left the kitchen and went back to her wife who was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

" Sister, you have breakfast first, I'll have it later, now I can't eat breakfast" Rahma said in a weak voice while twitching her forehead.

" You dizzy? let me massage your head ", said Zia swiftly massaging his wife's head gently.

" This is sir, minimized first for Mother", said Mba Ira while placing a glass containing sweet tea that is still warm on the table.

" I'll drink Brother, you have breakfast first, so no luck later to the Hospital so it's not jammed on the road Kak.. ", said Rahma with a smile so that her husband does not need to worry about his condition because it is common for young pregnant women to be like that.

" Yes, but later you also have breakfast. lest not eat breakfast at all, you know Yang. ", said Zia with concern for the state of his wife.

" Yes, later I will have breakfast if I have calmed down, I must have fancied Kak ", replied Rahma with a smile even though her face was still pale.

" You are my beloved woman, this is one of the reasons why I love you so much that I cannot turn my back on you" Zia said softly as she looked into the eyes of her beloved wife.

" Here, don't be a bitch !! ", exclaimed Rahma who could not bear to blush embarrassed by her husband's words that made her flower.

Zia got up from the sofa by kissing his wife's forehead thoroughly and stepped towards his large dining table for breakfast. While Rahma is not ready to join breakfast with her husband because it can not stand the smell of cooking that makes her nauseous.

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