Love Me Mr. Arrogants

Pregnancy Signs

A month had passed, every morning Fatimah felt nauseous, wanted to vomit, but only white liquid came out.

Can not eat anything, except mango manalagi half-cooked, melon, watermelon, cottage salad, jackfruit, papaya half-cooked, longan and half-ripe bananas.

In addition, Fatimah cannot, because if forced, the edges will certainly be vomited.

Rayyan began to worry, because it had been a week like that Fatimah continuously, drinking it also wanted warm water, should not be cold, should not be hot, continue like that.

Fatimah also can not be close to Rayyan, even if in the approach, the innate nausea and dizziness. Eventually they had to separate the bed. If Rayyan sleeps on the sofa, sometimes sleeps on the floor, with a mattress-floored floor, in contrast to Fatimah who sleeps on the bed.

Honestly, Fatimah also does not want to be like this, but what power if her body does not want to be compromised.

"Darling, I'm sorry, yes" said Fatimah.

"I'm sorry why?"

"Because we can't get close anymore."

"No papa, really. Just so you don't puke anymore."

"I don't know why it's like this, I'm like I have an impromptu allergy."

"Yes, I was surprised too. Why can't you get close to me now. Though from the past, we hugged day and night was also not a problem. Do you need to check? There may be something wrong in your body" he said with a distance of two meters.

Rayyan looked at Fatimah, with a sad look. These few days, Fatimah's face is also a little pale, the innate lethargy continues and wants to fall continuously. Whereas in the past, Fatimah was anti-fallen, but now it was night time, always on the bed while looking at the lecture.

"I don't think so, Mom. I felt no pain, except laziness and could eat nothing but some fruit that I wanted. I was also nauseous every morning, but even that was only between waking up to a bit bad, after that I was ordinary. I also can not approach you, maybe the boredom factor yes," he said ngasal.

"What! Bored of? Seriously?" rayyan asked in shock, not expecting Fatimah to talk like that.

"Maybe, Mas," he repeated by pressing the word 'Maybe'.

"But still, you're the same as me. Wh why? Am I less handsome?" ask again.

"Mas Ray is always handsome, never ugly. It always looks perfect in my eyes."

"I don't know either" replied Fatimah with a sad face.

"Here we go, we better get some sleep."

"Hmm but .... "

"Otherwise?"

"I want rujak'an."

"Huh? It's eleven o'clock at night."

"But I want to runjak'an Mas. Can't you grant my request. I rarely ask for anything with you" he said with a mimic that looked like a very pitiful person.

"Hmm well, I'll wake Aunt up first."

"I want you to peel the fruit and make the spices yourself."

"Astaghfirullah, why do you love me?" asked Rayyan who felt this was too late.

"I don't know why, it feels like I really want to eat fruit, which you make yourself. But if you mind, don't papa. We go to sleep, she said with teary eyes.

Because of his heartlessness, Rayyan finally woke up and went to the kitchen, saw her husband leave just like that, Fatimah felt guilty. She followed her husband to the kitchen and saw him opening the refrigerator and taking some fruit, then washing it with tap water, finally peeling the skin and cutting the fruit into small pieces.

"I don't know how to make the season," said Rayyan while looking at Fatimah.

Fatimah also tells how and Rayyan who does it.

After fifteen minutes, finally the roof was so.

Fatimah smiled happily, she then washed her hands, and mixed herbs and fruits that had been cut. After that, he ate it with great gusto.

Rayyan only saw, somehow saw the face of Fatimah who was so greedy, there was a pleasure of its own, although at first he was upset and objected, but now he felt happy because he could comply with his wife's request.