Marrying an Imperfect Man

Initial Step

At the pharmacy

"Sir, is this medicine there?" lais asked while showing her the photo of the medicine Revan meant on her phone.

"There's a moment." replied the apothecary's keeper, glancing flirtatiously at Lais.

Lais threw away her face. The feeling of disgust in the flirtatious woman still filled his mind.

"It's mas. Who is mas for?" ask the mom.

"Make my friend." answered Lais short.

"Thank God. Kirain for the mas." back the woman smiled seductively at Lais. "Please write your name, address and phone number here. Create our data." mode the pharmacy waiter.

The intelligent Lais instantly understood what the woman meant. He wrote her name, address and phone number as she asked and handed the paper back to her.

The woman smiled for a while then furrowed her brows as she read the paper from Lais.

"How much?" ask Lais.

"Everything is five hundred thousand." answered the woman.

Didn't Revan say it cost more than five hundred thousand.

"Are you sure this is the cure?"

"Yes, he is handsome. My cooking is wrong. That's a nausea-fighting drug. Commonly consumed for young pregnant women."

"meaning?My friend this is a man you mbak."

"Yes a handsome man. Usually if his wife is pregnant, sometimes her husband who fuss about his nausea. It's called a sympathetic pregnancy."

"Sympathetic pregnancy?" Lais repeated the apothecary's words.

"Yes a handsome man. People say it's because the husband loves his wife so much."

Lais was a little stunned to hear that. He felt strange because he had not experienced what Revan was going through.

"Is my love for Aruna not as great as Revan's love for Nisa?" inner Lais.

"Mas! Kok even bengong. So you want marriage....?"

Lais put on a jutek face in response to the temptations of the dispensary maid. He left her without saying goodbye.

"Smake a joke." grumbled the waiter. He then opened the paper that Lais had written his name and phone number, "This again. His face is handsome why is his name Munir? Not really matching. But not papa. Appreciable. Who knows a soul mate." the waiter kissed the paper with the name, address and phone number of Mr. Munir that Lais wrote and put it in his pocket.

"Can?" revan asked with a worried face.

"Yes." answered Lais flatly. He took medicine and water and gave it to Revan.

"Why is his attitude ordinary?Does he not know yet that my nausea is not due to satay brutu?" inward Revan sees Laia ayem ayem alone and does not scold him for letting Lais misunderstand and continue to feel responsible for Revan's pain.

"Van! How long have you been experiencing symptoms of nausea and vomiting?" ask Lais.

"Wine. Interrogation of the mula nih." Inner Revan.

"Last week." replied Revan short.

"Have checked? What did the doctor say?" Lais went back to scolding Revan.

"It has. He said no papa. Just take the medicine." Sweat began to pour out on Revan's forehead and temples.

"Why can that be so. Why is it different." murmured Lais.

"What's different?" Revan's curious.

"The doctor who examined you here said that there's nothing good about your stomach. Indications to gastric cancer." Lais replied.

Revan was shocked. "What are you really? No kidding?"

Revan is really panicking. Who doesn't panic at a cancer verdict. Panic is not, panic is not.

Revan is like that too. Mr. Munir who heard Lais' words was also shocked. Because anyway, the doctor said Revan's okay. He looked at Lais' serious face.

"And this drug? It's actually a cancer pain reliever, right?" lais fishing line

Revan gulped with difficulty before saying."Nope. That's a regular nausea reliever."

"Yes nausea must have a cause, right? That's." Lais convinced Revan.

Mr. Munir is now staring at Revan. He knows what Revan is going through because he used to experience the same thing.

"So Mr. Revan was nauseous to such an extent that it wasn't because of yesterday's food?"

Revan nodded, "My medicine is left behind, so I'm nauseous."

Lais gave a smile as she managed to get Revan to confess. He threw the medicine he bought.

"Hurry up for a drink and we'll go home. We have a lot to do!" said Lais.

"Aren't you angry?" Revan sparkles.

Lais looked at Revan sharply, "Do you want me to be angry?"

"No "Revan then took a glass of water and swallowed the medicine. Moments later, after the medicine reacted, he felt hungry.

"Lais!" call him.

When Lais turned his head he rubbed his stomach while saying, "Hungry!" Revan then grinned exactly the spoiled little boy.

Lais had not yet responded to Revan, the door of the room was open. Doctor in.

"How's mister?Already better?" he asked and checked on Revan. He frowned when he saw Revan's medicine.

"I'd guess. Actually, my goal is to ask if your wife is pregnant. Without asking, I got the answer. Congratulations, sir." said the doctor.

"But someone told me earlier, if the doctor said I was indicated by gastric cancer doc!" Revan said while glancing at Lais.

"Ehem." Lais cleared her throat loudly. "Sir Munir, there are people who have not been kapok like" said Lais.

The doctor who understood the atmosphere in the room laughed. "You're adults and you like to joke. Alright sir. You can already go home. Sus, take off Mr. Revan's infusion!" the doctor's orders to the nurse. He left and left Revan's room.

"Slow-sus!" Revan hissed as the nurse began to remove the infusion on his left hand.

"Already, Sir. Excuse me."

"Thank you sus." said Revan kindly.

"Come on!" Lais standing.

"Eh.wait. Already paid?" ask Revan.

Lais is not pinched. He just kept stepping.

"Sir Munir?!" Revan asked Munir.

Mr. Munir shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, sir."

"Bas on the stingy!"grunts Revan. He's out of the room.

***

"Master, this is the art village I told you about" said Mr. Munir while showing the area full of craft work.

"Well.good-good. How's the marketing been, sir?" ask Revan.

"They're a small community sir. They sell it to anyone who is interested. And in this area it's not a tourist area, so it's kind of a marketing problem."

Lais and Revan nodded and looked at each other. They then took some photos of the items they thought were good. They also conducted interviews with the craftsmen.

"Enough for today" said Lais, exhausted. It's drenched in sweat. Revan puts a bottle of mineral water on Lais.

"Thank you." Lais drank it straight away.

Revan watched the shots. He smiles.

"What are you going to do next?" ask Mr. Munir.

"Creating a catalog of these items first sir. Then we'll find the marketing. If later we can make new cooperation with the craftsmen." Lais explained.

"I'll take care of everything." replied Revan enthusiastically. "I'm sure we'll be successful."

"Amiin." said Mr. Munir.

"Mother." Lais agrees.

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