Miss Mudaku Half my Breath

Shanum's carelessness

Shanum sat leaning against his body on the sofa of the middle room of his large mansion.

Almost a day he walked around the mall.

The two bodyguards who had been carrying a tote had already passed after putting their young Madam's groceries away.

"Where do you want to put it, non?"ask aunt.

"The pickled fruit in the refrigerator only, if the snack put it here only, I want to eat it" Shanum pointed to the table in front of him.

The aunt only raised both eyebrows.

Snack that much will be spent all day, inner aunt.

"If the clothes are put in my room just bi."

"Non good."

Shanum looked at the results of his hunt in the mall with satisfaction.

Various kinds of snacks seemed to dance in his eye pelupuk.

Aunty only shook her head from afar as her young mistress looked so happy with the world of her snacks.

Feeling sultry and sticky, Shanum finally stepped into his room to clean up.

Chequek.

The sound of the mansion door opening.

Rangga who decided to go home not too late now comes.

His eyes briefly caught the object on the middle space table.

Various snacks scattered on the table.

Rangga just shook his head, no doubt, it must be the wife's groceries.

Pamit left for the mall this morning, what now he just came home, Inner Rangga.

Chequek.

Rangga opened the door of the room that was not in the key of the wife.

The room looks quiet, there are only shoes and clothes on the sofa room.

There was the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Tok to tok.

"What are you doing inside?" ask Rangga softly.

Rangga stepped into the bathroom as there was no reply from Shanum.

Not wanting anything to happen that was not wanted, Rangga rushed to open a transparent curtain that separated the shower room and the soaking room.

"Have you come home, baby?" sapa Shanum who has been wearing bathrobe, apparently has completed the ritual of soaking.

"Hey, did you just come back from leaving this morning?" the cynical-sounding question made Shanum choked.

If earlier Rangga was eager to reward the dish and tausiah for the wife who was still acting like a child, now Rangga made stunned.

The body with still wrapped in white bathrobe, with a small towel rolled on his head makes the wet hair embroidery look so sexy in the eyes of Rangga.

Real exposed white neck.

Glug.

"Darling don't you feel tired walking around the mall a whole day?" rangga said still with a soft tone even though his heart was rumbling.

Shanum shook his head for sure.

"I don't feel tired, instead he's happy." Shanum replied with a hand rubbing his stomach slowly.

Not wanting to be upset to make her control her chest, Rangga also came out of the bathroom.

"Back he was surprised by the sight that tested his patience.

Several tote bags lined up in the corner of the room.

Rangga's gaze now turned towards Shanum who was standing behind him.

"Darling, are you shopping this much alone?" really Rangga can not imagine the small body of the wife who is now pregnant, walking around the mall with a bag in both hands.

Shanum nodded enthusiastically yet to understand which direction Rangga's sentence was going.

"Darling don't you remember what the doctor said?" Rangga is now increasingly unable to master his frustration.

Shanum nodded for sure.

"I remember it."

"What doctor's ban do you remember?" asked Rangga with a sharp look.

"I must not be too tired nor should I be too much activity."

"Then what is walking around the mall with a distended stomach not a heavy activity?" asked Rangga coldly.

Shanum seemed to be aware of his own carelessness which finally made the husband look inflamed.

"I'm sorry" Shanum said with a bowed face.

Rangga sighed heavily, the rice had become porridge, he could now only hope that Shanum was okay and the content remained healthy.

"Wear your shirt, it'll be cold."

Shanum walked with his face down towards the wardrobe.

It turns out that she is a very selfish mother, only thinking of her own pleasure without paying attention to the condition of the baby in her birth.

Shanum rubbed his stomach slowly, his chest tightness was now increasingly felt.

Forgive your mother for risking your life for your own happiness.

With trembling hands Shanum put on his clothes one by one.

Back in her stomach.

I'm sorry, son, I won't do anything stupid anymore.

Clear water now pooled in the corner of his eye, again he remembered the sentence obstetrician who said that the content was in a weak condition, and it is not recommended for Shanum to move too actively.

His chest was pounding, for how many hours Shanum had spent walking around the big mall.

*you're in there baby, mom's waiting for your presence, you're the most powerful daughter.

💦💦💦💦💦*

Othor wishes Maternal Happy Day, to extraordinary mothers throughout the archipelago.

Keep fighting, never give up for the people who love us.

Stay the spirit of 😘😘😘