Miss Mudaku Half my Breath

He Who is More Eligible

Daren rejoined his team, after Shanum's condition improved.

Although in the most basic recesses of his heart still seemed unwilling to leave him, but he was also aware of the fact that there were more entitled to Shanum than himself.

Anxiety also approached him, when he saw Shanum's body lying weak, while Rangga as the husband was not at his side.

"How is he doing Ren?"

Darmawan tingled his heart out of curiosity, after returning from the CEO's room after carrying Shanum, Daren's face still looks moody.

"Ehm has been better Well, he's been awake and it's been handled by a doctor."

Daren answered as necessary because his heart was still not able to be distracted from the incident that made his heart seem to stop beating.

"Then why are you still moody?"

Daren looked at the father intensely.

I haven't been so calm about it, Dad, but I can't do much, there's a more entitled owner.

Darmawan patted the son's shoulder, apparently Daren's heart still can not move on from his best friend's daughter.

Meanwhile, Rangga who is still in Shanum's room still continues to rub the wife's slender legs, occasionally in her foot massage with soft.

In the lyrics of the clock on his wrist, already a few minutes ago the food in the message has not yet arrived, while Shanum is still closed on the long sofa with both legs resting on Rangga's thigh.

Rangga could have taken Shanum home to the mansion or hospital, but Shanum insisted on asking Rangga to remain in the company during the audit.

Aaron's assistant was picking up Hardy's father at the airport.

Tok.

"Lake in."

Rangga said, but in a slow voice, so as not to wake the wife who was still asleep in her lap.

A security guard entered the room with a tote of one food box in his hand.

"This is Mr. Rangga's order." the security guard put the box on the table.

"Okay sir, thank you." The security guard came out of the room.

Thirty minutes before Shanum fell asleep, not wanting the food to be cold, Rangga again patted Shanum's feet gently.

"Darling, get up and eat first."

No reaction from Shanum.

"Honey.sstt."

Shanum looked to be puckering his eyelids.

"Shhhh," a subtle hiss escaped from his lips as his head throbbed in pain.

"Darling why, is your head still dizzy?"

"Eat this porridge, after that we go to the hospital."

Shanum closed his mouth as Rangga thrust a spoon towards his mouth.

Smelling the aroma of porridge cooking that was as fragrant as it entered his sense of smell made Shanum nauseous.

"Darling, just a little bit, your stomach is empty, so you feel dizzy, just eat a little."

Rangga coaxed gently.

Shanum finally opened his mouth after seeing the face of the husband.

Shanum moved his mouth slowly, chewing on the already cold porridge, but moments after the food entered his mouth,

"Ghoeck."

The nausea in his stomach came back, making Shanum spit out the new porridge in his meal.

"Darling..you why?" Rangga ran following Shanum towards the restroom.

The stomach taste like stirring makes Shanum continue to vomit all of his stomach contents.

The limp in the body made Shanum lean his body against the wall of the restroom.

Rangga returned with a small bottle of wind oil in his hand.

Slowly pour a few drops of oil into his hand and then rub it into the nape of Shanum, but it makes Shanum again feel nauseous in his stomach.

Rangga increasingly panicked, the oil spread that was expected to make Shanum improve, even now making the wife more nauseous.

"It's a shame we're going to the doctor now."

Rangga said in panic, but Shanum shook his head weakly.

"Let me lie down first, my stomach is very nauseous if I move my body." Shanum spoke softly with trembling lips.

"I'm calling the doctor here again okay?" rangga asked after putting Shanum's body back on the sofa.

"No, I just need to lie down like this for a while, I'll get better."

Rangga sat next to Shanum, feeling regret in his heart, unable to do much for his wife.

Cupp.

In his kisses Shanum's soft forehead, removed the child's hair that covered his forehead.

Only a gentle swab at the wife's temple can Rangga do.

To apply wind oil did not dare he do.

The fear will return nausea after smelling the aroma of wind oil undoes his intentions.