My Beloved Baby Sitter's

part. 12

"are you all right, baby?" Jason asked, holding his wife's hand. An infusion hose was attached to the woman's arm. And an oxygen hose stuck to his nose.

"I'm okay, mom." Wulan replied softly, her breathing slightly faltering.

"What happened before Wulan? Why did you get like this?" The man looked at the wife with raging, sad worry and regret.

"I don't know myself, Mom. I don't think I'm doing anything, I'm not doing anything heavy. I don't eat weird either." The woman scrunched her forehead, remembered everything and endured the dizziness and weakness that still whack.

"Are you sure you didn't eat anything?" Ask Jason. Wulan thought for a moment then shook her head.

"Yesterday since morning I haven't had breakfast, mas. I just drank the juice, and it came out because I was vomiting like always.

"What juice?" Jason asked.

"Ordinary mango juice, mas. Aunt Sarah brought it to the room." Wulan slowly stroked her stomach which had expanded slightly due to the fetus that continued to grow inside there.

The man's face hardened again. He did not speak the words of his wife. His mind was suddenly not in that place.

"Most importantly, everything is fine, right? Thank God our son is all right, isn't he, baby?" Wulan spoke from her husband then to the baby who coiled in her stomach.

Jason was silent, not hearing what his wife said.

"Well, is it mas?" Deuteronomy

"Aahh, i-iya, the most important thing is all right now. This is the last time, don't repeat it again later." He looked straight ahead.

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"Ray, eat first dong." Sarah thrust the rice with Rayyan's favorite side dish in front of the boy.

Rayyan shook her head, shutting her mouth tightly. The boy's eyes continued to stare at the tablet that was displaying his favorite cartoon.

"But it's noon, soon you're late for school." Sarah was suddenly upset that the boy continued to refuse to eat.

"But you have to eat, you don't argue Oma dong. Yesterday you had dinner, this morning you had breakfast."

"No way!" The boy shouted and then shuffled away.

Sarah exhaled in annoyance. "Well, drink the milk." The middle-aged woman offered a glass of white milk to her granddaughter.

"Emmhh," Rayyan said as she shook her head and covered her lips with both hands.

"Ray, you don't make Oma kesel. Oma doesn't like it when you argue Oma like this. Eat now, or drink the milk." Sarah's face flushed with anger. He who has always spoiled Rayyan lately, indirectly he himself created the personality of Rayyan who rebelled like now. Why is he upset himself.

"No, Oma. Don't want to" cried Rayyan.

The woman's wrinkled hands stretched out and then grabbed Rayyan's ears and fished them out to make her ear lobes red. Rayyan was crying hard. Lucky at home there was no one, only Bi irah who was busy in the kitchen downstairs.

Sarah dragged the crying little Rayyan's body into the bathroom. Then put the boy in there and locked him up.

"Opens up, opens up." Rayyan banged on the bedroom door with her small hands.

"If you don't want to be horrified said Oma, you Oma lockin there let you be eaten by rats and cockroaches."

Rayyan cried loudly while continuing to bash at the door with her hands until it turned red. Sarah pinched her temple while standing in front of the bathroom door. The woman sighed many times, she really almost lost her patience. But he can't be reckless about doing something like this.

'the bathroom door 'little' opened, Rayyan looked at him with a face that was flooded with tears. Sarah then grabbed the boy and hugged him.

"Sorry, sorry Oma, Oma is angry because you don't want to hear what Oma said. As long as Ray isn't naughty anymore, Oma won't do that. Wanna?" Still, the woman cornered Rayyan. While the little boy just nodded and still continued to cry.

"Now you're on it, don't cry anymore" he said, rubbing the boy's wet cheeks.

"And one more thing, don't tell anyone about this yeah, let alone the same dad." His eyes looked at Rayyan sharply even though his hands gently stroked the cheeks and face of the boy.

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