My bodyguard, my Imam

Nausea

Today there was a social gathering of Amora's socialite friends.

They were all beautiful, their skin was smooth and white was clearly emblazoned because of the tight clothes used.

In this month they often hold gatherings like this.

"Congratulations Amora, finally fill it in the stomach. Arnold must have been pretty cool, huh?" ask Amora's friend.

Amora hesitated. Her husband did not welcome the news of her pregnancy.

"Amora, she, she's your sister who used to talk to you a lot, bring stuff, right?" ask Amora's friend to see Ellea.

"Yes!" answer Amora sewot.

"Geez, how are you? We haven't seen you in a long time."

Ellea's steps are blocked by Amora's friend. "Thank God I'm good, brother."

"Still in college? How's college, okay?"

"How to be smooth if at home. I guarantee it is also not a child, it is the same ormis marriage again, duh," said Amora glanced lazily. "Yes, what are you doing here? Let's get into our genk?"

"Oh yeah?" the woman in front of Ellea gawked in surprise.

"Oh yes, wife of service right? Please make us bum the bigger dong, thirsty nih!" connect with Amora's friend who already knows Ellea.

"Denger, right, what did I say? Yes already now makein, another advocate is busy," snapped Amora.

"Kasian, small little married. Where the poor are again. What a living."

"Nothing's wrong, brother. I'm sure God has drawn a line for me. If I am at this age already married, it means that I am already my soul mate. Remember, if the soul mate, fortune, death is not who knows? Only the Creator Knows Everything" replied Ellea firmly.

"No, not most of the talk. We just need a drink. Even tauziah!" reply friends Amora.

While Amora glanced furiously at her sister.

Rather than a long affair, Ellea complied with Amora's request. Although he feels nauseous, nauseous and not feeling well. Keep making drinks for guests.

"Geek!"

"Ih, what a slob?"

Ellea threw her body into the bed. Slightly subsided, he took the hp from inside the bag. He saw the notification, but Eiwa did not contact him.

It's like something's empty, when Eiwa isn't around. Eiwa is now like Ellea's shield. And when the shield was gone, Ellea was helpless

"When do you get home, anyway? I miss."

She tried to call her husband, because the video call had not been connected. But it turns out the same.

"Where are you going, aren't you the same El?"

Nausea again. Pacing back and forth to the bathroom to make Ellea hurt weak.

His face was pale just struggling under the blanket. Just to go down to eat, he couldn't.

"Mbak Pariyem, please bring food to the room? My body is really lemes because of it," said Ellea happened to be her domestic assistant entered the room.

"Wait for me, let me get it."

Pariyem entered the room with his bare hands.

"Where's the food, Mommy?" ask Ellea.

"Anu neng, said my mistress should not bring food to the room, let neng not habit. Madam said, if you want to eat neng told down to the dining room," said mbak not delicious.

"Well, I'm not feeling well anymore?"

"Sorry, neng, I just follow the orders of the madam."

"Mdave Yem!!"

Shouts were heard from the dining room. The household assistant was immediately stung by shock running towards Lucia.

Actually Ellea is also not very appetizing to eat. It's just that he knows that mag sufferers must consume a little food so as not to be acute.

But now she was completely limp, choosing to stay on top of the bed while trying to contact her husband.

Had there been an Eiwa, perhaps Ellea would have been noticed by now. Gnawed and obeyed whatever he wanted, the submarine pennies.

For some reason from earlier Ellea always imagined the shadow of that one food. Though usually he rarely food typical Palembang.