Marrying a Rich Bum

MORNING SICKNES

Mariana woke up in a state of complete chaos. His stomach was nauseous, his head was dizzy. Mariana massaged her temple, while sitting on the edge of the bed.

The smell of fried eggs pierced his nose, making his stomach as if stirred at maximum speed. Mariana jumped out of place, running to the bathroom.

Bima turned her head, hearing the sound of the door opening violently. Seeing Mariana running to the bathroom, Bima approached her.

Bima stood in front of the bathroom door, staring anxiously. Until Mariana opened the door, Bima immediately caught both arms of Mariana.

"You okay?" ask Bima worriedly. Mariana looked up, staring at the look of the face she had just seen painted on Bima's face.

"You're very pale. Do I need to take you to the doctor?" ask Bima.

Mariana shook her head. No, there's no need. I'm doing fine.

"Are you okay?!" ask Bima furiously.

Mariana looked at the astonishment. Before this, Bima's face could only display two versions. Flat, or cold. But now, why did this man in front of him change. He looked so anxious, and now he's very angry. What's the matter exactly.

"I'm really okay, Bima. Just catch a cold," said Mariana, more gently.

Bima sighed slowly. "alright. Sit down at the dinner table, I'll make you some warm milk, and then eat. I've been cooking."

"eeem... Milky."

Bima.

"Can you keep that egg out of the kitchen?"

Bima frowned. "Why?"

"Eitherway. The smell makes me nauseous."

"Are you pregnant, Mariana?" bima asked, can no longer wait for the confession from Mariana.

"No." Mariana shook her head quickly. "I, I'm coming by the moon."

"But you're nauseous when you smell a pungent scent, it's like a pregnant woman."

"Where do you know that's a pregnant woman's trait?" challenge Mariana. His fear had returned, though his face was still pale.

Bima smiled cynically. "Maybe I don't have a house, sleep on the street, but I'm not stupid, Mariana. I read a lot of books and follow social media."

Mariana grunts long. "You have a cell phone, but no place to live" grumbled Mariana.

"Do you know someone who sells houses for cell phones?"

Mariana slammed her body into the back of the chair, silent. Face pouting.

"Let's eat first. Or do you want me to bring you something here?"

"No, no. Not necessary. I'll just eat at the dinner table."

Bima nodded, walked quickly to the kitchen and put the fried eggs into the sealed container.

Mariana came in, looking for the smell of eggs, but no longer smelled. He sat down at the dinner table, grabbed some bread and smeared it with butter, then ate it.

"You don't want to fill your bread with something? Grilled meat, maybe. Or cornet."

Marian quickly shook her head. "No, thank you. This is enough."

Bima nodded again, sat down in front of Mariana and took the bread in front of her.

"You eat whatever you want, don't follow my weird diet."

Bima shook her head. "No," he said calmly.

Mariana sighed again, biting her butter-only bread.

"Mom...."

Bima.

"I...." Mariana did not continue her sentence.

"Why?"

Mariana shook her head. "Not so."

"Just say it, Mariana. I'm ready to hear all your complaints."

Mariana nodded back.

"Why?"

"It's okay. I just. I'm really fine."

"You know, Mariana. When a woman says many times she is okay or okay, it indicates that she is not okay."

Mariana swallowed the bread in her mouth with great difficulty, pushing it with the milk Bima had prepared. However, the milk in the glass was strange. It smells like iron has rusted.

Mariana frowned, staring at the milk in her glass. "What is this milk?"

"It's.it's the milk you bought." Bima stuttered, confused. Because he deliberately replaced the milk that Mariana bought with milk pregnant women.

"I think it's an expired hearing. it smells like. Bima followed behind him.

"Mariana... Are you good?" bima asked, banging on the bathroom door.

"Yes.." answered Mariana softly.

"Open the door."

"I'm fine, Bima."

"Open the door or I'll break it!" gertak Bima's.

There was a sound, and the door opened. Mariana's pale face poked out from behind the door, her hair falling apart.

Bima caught him, carried him into the room.

"Down me. I can still walk."

"And passed out again?!" bima replied coldly.

"Sleep." Bima put Mariana on the bed, covered her with a blanket.

"Rest. Call me if you need anything."

"Mom...." Mariana reached out her hand.

Bima raised an eyebrow.

"Can you accompany me. I-i don't know. I don't want to be alone" said Mariana, looking down. His face blushed, blushing.

Bima smiled, then sat down beside Mariana.

"Sleep. I'll be waiting for you here."

"Thank you" whispered Mariana, before her eyes closed.

A moment later, Mariana opened her eyes again.

"What's wrong?"

Mariana sat. "I'm hungry" he said shyly.

"What do you want to eat?"

Mariana shook her head. "Eitherway. I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat. My stomach's nauseous."

"Are you pregnant?"

Mariana twitched for a moment then quickly shook her head. "T-no. I.. I just. sick stomach."

Bima grabbed both of Mariana's shoulders, squeezing her slowly. "Marina. Why aren't you being honest with me?" bima asked very slowly.

Mariana froze, looking down.

"Let's just say you're pregnant, Mariana. I'll take good care of you both."

Mariana gulped, staring at Bima in silence. Then two tears melted from his eyes. Mariana hugged Bima, crying.

Hesitating, Bima returned Mariana's embrace, stroking her back gently.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you and your baby."

"But... He's not your son."

"Then let me form at least his nose or ears."

Mariana took off her embrace, looking at Bima confusedly. "What do you mean?" ask Mariana.

Bima smiled. "Do you really not understand, or pretend to be stupid Mrs Sandiago." Bima flicked the tip of Mariana's nose, making the woman's cheeks red.

Plaque! Mariana slapped Bima's cheek softly. "Don't pervert!" hisses.

Bima.

"Let's get some food. What do you want?" Bima pulled slowly Mariana's hand, helping her down.

"I'll just eat some bread. But don't milk it."

Bima nodded. "Want some hot tea?"

"I want cold syrup water."

Bima frowned. "Are you sure your stomach isn't in cold water?"

"I don't know if I haven't tried it yet, do I."

Bima nodded. "Then eat your bread first, let it go into your stomach for a while, then you can drink cold water."

Mariana nodded in agreement.

Bima pulled out a chair for Mariana, then brought bread, jam and butter closer to her.

"Thank you." Mariana smiled happily.

Bima sat in front of Mariana, staring at the cheerful face of his wife who looked very sweet despite the mess.

"Why look at me like that?" ask Mariana.

"You're so pretty."

Mariana. "Where have you been for two months?"

"You're busy grumbling and bending your face. It covers your true beauty."

Mariana kicked Bima's leg under the table.

"Mmmmmmm...."

"Hmm?"

"Mmm. You know, this kid's not your kid. And I don't want to have that son of a bitch either."

Bima frowned. "Then?"

"Yes.it's actually me...."

"No!" Bima cut through Mariana's explanation. "The child is God's care, Mariana. You have no right to determine whether or not he can breathe the air in the world!" bima said firmly, his face hardened.

"I didn't mean..."

"Never refuse a child in your stomach, Mariana. He can feel you."

"I didn't mean it that way, Bima. I may be able to control myself on the outside, but who can control the thoughts and feelings in the body."

"Then let me finish it." Bima looked at Mariana coldly. He stood up, then took Mariana's hand, led her into the room.

"What are you gonna do?" mariana asked confusedly, following Bima's quick steps into the room.

Bima closed the door behind Mariana, locked it, then locked Mariana's body attached to the door.

"B-dream...."