My Beloved Husband's

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“Hoek, hoek, hoek.”

Time still showed at 03:00 in the morning when Salsa woke up due to uncomfortable feelings from inside her body. All the contents in his stomach seemed to force out.

“Hoek.”

Salsa's body felt helpless. All the contents in his stomach were completely out.

“Udah?” Asked Jordan softly who had been next to Salsa. Narrowing the nape of the wife painfully. “What did you eat earlier?” Salsa returned to the room.

“I didn't eat anything.” Answer Salsa limp sitting on the edge of the bed. Salsa grabbed the tissue box on the nightstand and took a few sheets of tissue from there, “You drank anget.” Spoiled talk.

“OK. You wait here, I get you.” Then Salsa took care of assuring.

Jordan came out of the room and went to the kitchen to get some warm water.

“My stomach acid can't go up anymore.” Think Salsa. A few days ago the stomach acid did go up. However, he has been treating and also maintaining a diet.

Jordan came back with a tray.

“Bring what?” Salsa's lyrics look at the plate next to the glass of water.

“I made toast. Eat a little, let your stomach not empty.” Said Jordan while giving the water Salsa request and put a tray on the nightstand.

“I don't want to eat.” In addition to not feeling hungry even though his stomach was empty, Salsa also did not taste when he saw the toast that Jordan brought.

“Little bye, darling.” Persuaded Jordan.

“Ngak.” Reject Salsa then climb into the bed and into the blanket, “We continue to sleep. Tomorrow should work.” Waving at Jordan for the man to catch up with her up on the bed.

“Care you sure you don't eat this?” While pointing at the toast that looks tempting.

Salsa shook her head, “Cepet here!” He said then while patting the empty space next to him.

After Jordan got into bed and lay down beside Salsa, Salsa went straight into Jordan's arms and kissed her husband.

“Why?Tumben?” Surprised Jordan saw Salsa's possessive attitude.

“Ngak papa's. Want to hug while sleeping.”

Cup. cup.. cup. “You've been spoiled lately. I like.” While embracing Salsa's body into his arms tighter.

“Hm.”

Hearing the wife only answer with deheman, Jordan lowered his head and examined Salsa who had returned to flying to dreamland. “Awarming.” Mumbles Jordan.

***

At 06:00 Salsa woke up again when he felt his stomach as if in a crumple. Salsa immediately ran and pulled out all the contents of his stomach that only remained liquid.

“Hoek, hoek, hoek.” The gurgling of water sounded to flow coinciding with Salsa who was removing contents from her stomach.

“Not done, I'm sure something's not right.” Mumbled.

Salsa returned to the room after removing her entrails. He just realized Jordan wasn't in bed. “Where is he?” Inner Salsa.

Not so curious about Jordan's whereabouts, Salsa chose to grab a towel in the cantolan and went back into the bathroom to clean herself.

While Jordan who had already woken up took the time to exercise in the morning. Just a morning run around the complex has made himself sweat bath. Jordan did not wake Salsa when he woke up first, because he felt sorry for his wife who looked tired. Moreover, Salsa polish vomiting early this morning.

After working out, Jordan came home and his first goal when he set foot in the house was the kitchen.

“Honey, you're awake?” Jordan saw Salsa who was already hanging out in the dining room while enjoying sweet tea and pancake bread. Salsa looked at Jordan's voice. He who was sipping the tea almost choked on the look of Jordan. “Ka-you sport like that?” Ask Salsa.

Jordan had arrived near Salsa and looked down at her appearance. “Iya.” Answer's relaxed. There is nothing wrong with his appearance. As usual he wore sport-specific shorts and a sleeveless shirt that was fit body.

“Other times don't kayak it.”

“There is wrong?” Jordan pulled up a chair in Salsa and sat down there. Then grab a cup of sweet Salsa tea and drink it.

“Too sexy, not good to see people.” Answer Salsa origin.

“Ha?” Jordan gawking does not understand. Usually she also dressed like that while exercising but Salsa never bothered her. “This is what I used to wear too, dear.”

“Just next time don't wear it.” Salsa firmly feel not willing anyone to see the curves of the body sispack Jordan other than himself. Jordan's burly muscles that hide behind his singlet shirt are still clearly visible. “Part you run ‘kan still morning, should wear a t-shirt with a jacket. Not using that singlet, if the cold gets in the wind how? Even bother later.” Cerocos Salsa with odds that don't make Jordan's sense.

“Where do people run in t-shirts, baby? Slightly later existing.” Jordan's reply debated.

“No, if the morning air is still cool, the sun has not appeared so will not be sultry.” Salsa replied again.

“But-,”

“Shut!” Cut off Salsa by putting an index finger in front of her lips before Jordan continues his speech. “No but-but an.” Salsa.

Jordan also scratched his nape that was not itchy. “Any.” He was heard by Salsa.

“Ngak, coke. I'm up to the shower ya!” Pamit Jordan's.

“Shirt I finished on the bed.”

“OK, darling.” Passed to his room.

While waiting for Jordan to be ready, Salsa checked her phone and surfed on social media.

“You have breakfast now or later, Mom?” Ask her new assistant. Nani's mother's name.

“Let's go, mbak. Just wait for father.” Answer Salsa.

“Good, Bu.”

Salsa waited long enough for Jordan, almost thirty minutes long he waited.

“For a long time, hungry tauk.” Salsa grumbled when Jordan had re-joined her in the dining room.

“Iya, sorry.” Jordan answered while attaching his work coat to another chair and sat down.

“You eat breakfast bread what rice?” Ask Salsa.

“Bread.” Jordan rarely eats fried rice. Only occasionally was it because Salsa was forcing her.

“The habits of westerners. Breakfast bread, full.” Cerocos Salsa with busy hands making bread orders Jordan. Bread with mixed jam and lots of messes.

“Still, dear.” Shirk Jordan while receiving a plate containing two sheets of fresh bread that has been combined with mixed jam in the middle as a link.

“Sama-sama. Eat a lot, let the spirit find the money. I'm a lot of questions.” Salsa was half joking.

“Ready, my dear.”

Jordan drives Salsa to work fearing Salsa's nausea and vomiting again. She's calmer if Salsa is picked up by her.

“What time will you be home?” Ask Salsa in the middle of Jakarta's traffic jam in the morning.

“As usual. Why?” Jordan glanced at Salsa sitting next to him but remained focused on the steering wheel.

“I want to go to the obstetrician.” Salsa Vocabulary.

“You what?” I don't know if Jordan didn't ask that. In fact, Salsa until gawking at Jordan's question.

“You bought ice cream.” Answer Salsa origin at once upset. Jordan may not be sensitive at all.

“Kikiki, to the gynecologist where there is ice cream dear.” Jordan chuckled little yet to realize something.

“Basic insensitive.” Salsa Mumbles.

“Yes, you're cute babe, cook to gynecologist buy ice cream.” Jordan glanced back at Salsa with one of his hands shuffling Salsa's hair in a daze. “Wait!” Said Jordan aware of something with one hand still hanging over Salsa's head, “Ke obstetrician? You pregnant?”

Ckit!! Shocked Jordan and immediately braked suddenly.

“You pregnant?” Jordan looked over and looked at Salsa seriously.

Tin.. The sound of the horn was flattering to each other in the back of Jordan's car. Jordan saw a long line of cars and motorcycles behind his iron train. Everyone's in a hurry in the morning.

“Street first!” Salsa and Jordan immediately pumped the gas back.

“You pregnant?” Jordan's birthday this time he's calmed down.

“I don't know either, but my instincts say it looks like yes.” Answer Salsa.

“Why should afternoon? Now only, we go directly to the obstetrician to check.” Jordan said in response.

“Can't, Jordan.”

“Why can't you? I can, kok.”

“I can't. I have to work.”

“Cut aja.” As if Jordan said leave. It was thought that the hospital owned by his ancestors could take leave at will.

Salsa let out a long sigh and exhaled her. He had expected Jordan to be this impatient. Salsa shouldn't have told me before everything was clear. Your fault is Salsa. Wrong big!

“Later afternoon only.” Salsa decided.

“But, dear.” Whiney Jordan was impatient. He wanted to immediately ascertain the truth of Salsa's instincts.

“If you are fussy you don't have to come.” The magic word that instantly silenced Jordan's mouth.

“Later in the afternoon, okay, later this afternoon. I also have a meeting. Yes, yes, no problem just waiting for the afternoon, no problem.” Jordan said to his own monologue. Salsa glanced at him while smiling slightly.