My Beloved Baby Sitter's

part. 09

"Wulan..can Aunty come in?" The sound of knocking on the door was accompanied by Sarah's voice from behind the door of Wulan's room.

Wulan who had just finished sweeping the eucalyptus oil on her neck immediately turned to the door that was still closed.

Yes, the woman was still experiencing nausea in the agonizing early mornings. At least the smell of eucalyptus oil is one that is quite acceptable sense of smell.

"Yes Aunt Sarah, please." Wulan stepped slowly towards the door, she was unwilling to continue using the wheelchair.

The door of the room opened, revealing Sarah with a sweet smile, in her hand carrying a tray containing a bowl of soup and a glass of orange juice that looked refreshing.

"Auntie brought you breakfast" he said, slightly raising the tray in hand.

"Well, thanks Aunt. No need to bother, Wulan can go down. Or else let's let Irah bring Wulan's food here." Wulan smiled faintly, feeling unwell for Sarah's treatment and concern for her.

"Nothing, don't bother. This part was also the cooking of Irah, Aunt just ready to keep Anter here for you, because Bi Irah again went to the market as well as Anter Rayyan."

Wulan smiled warmly, her hand still stroking the stomach that had felt uncomfortable. Sarah glanced at the eucalyptus oil that was in Wulan's hands, "you're still nauseous?" Ask.

"Yes, Auntie" he answered briefly.

"If so, you better eat first, then take his nausea-reducing medication." Sarah held out a tray of breakfast that she had brought.

Wulan stared at the bowl of soup, but had no taste for it at all. But his eyes turned to a glass filled with a thick orange liquid that teased. Looks so fresh, maybe his tongue and stomach will not refuse if only taste a mouthful, right?

Wulan's hand stretched out to grab the glass, while Sarah continued to watch with a strange and unblinking look. It was as if counting down a bomb that was ready to explode.

'city ... Drinking Wulan, ' his own inner whisper as he continued to watch over the frail-looking lady began to raise a very fresh glass of juice seductively.

A thin grin rose at the corner of the old sly woman's lips named Sarah, when Wulan's lips were attached to the end of the glass. Ready to drain the concentrated liquid into his throat. One small sip made Wulan's face frown, a little acid made Wulan stop for a moment not wanting to continue drinking.

"Let's spend the wulan, at least your stomach should be filled with something." Sarah persuaded, Wulan gave a small nod and then put the glass back on her lips.

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'Praanngg'

"Aww, it's hot.." Jason wagged his hand with hot coffee.

The cup that was in his grasp was slippery which then spilled on his hand before finally plunging free onto the floor and broke just like that.

Jason was having breakfast alone in a hotel room. Drinking black coffee is still hot steaming accompanied by croissants.

But somehow the coffee cup feels slippery and spilled. Along with his sudden uncomfortable feeling.

Jason didn't know what, but it felt like his heart was so agitated and strange.

**

Wulan gulped down the juice Sarah brought, making the woman with gray hair smile broadly. After Wulan thanked her, Sarah walked out of the room, leaving Wulan alone.

Wulan wiped her lips, suddenly the nausea again whack, making the woman sigh herself. How else, even his stomach rejected anything that was filled even if it was just a glass of fruit juice.

By walking slowly Wulan went into the bathroom, squatting and removing the contents of the stomach that was turbulent to ask for it to be removed.

A glass of fruit juice that just a few minutes ago came in was now out entirely.

Wulan rubbed her sweaty forehead, gasped for breath then wiped her lips and face with a towel.

"It's just been filled, uh it's come out again," he murmured himself.

When Wulan returned to lay down on the bed, her phone located on the nightstand rang.

His face was glowing with a broad smile.

"Yes, hello mas" he said.

"Wulan, what are you doing? how are you doing?" Ask Jason from across the street.

"Well, just yeah, as usual, nausea and vomiting."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"So just drink juice, mas. But it's out again."

"Huhh, yeah. You get a lot of rest, if you need anything, ask for the same bi Irah. Don't do anything heavy."

"Yes, yes, my mother."

"Yes, I'll meet first yeah, I'll call you later."

"Okay mas."

The phone connection was cut off, here Wulan laid his body. While away there, Jason breathed a sigh of relief knowing his wife was fine. The worry that came without any reason was gone after hearing that his Wulan was in good condition.

Ten minutes passed, Wulan was agitated with a sweat pouring out on the bed. A cold sweat the size of a corn seed came out from every pore of his body. His body felt weak, but his stomach suddenly cramped and unbearable pain.

His body that was indeed weak grew weaker, with all his might Wulan rose from his sleep, about to come out looking for help. His hands were shaking holding the edge of the bed. The stomach is getting felt in the stir and the heat of pain is accompanied by cramps.

"Aarrhh..." Slowly whirring.

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how about Genk? Aunt Sarah is good on the beach? really bad about 🤔😑