My Diamond is Fragile

MINOR INCIDENTS

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"Yasmeen pregnant?",

"Yes dear.. Yasmeen's pregnant. Thanks darlin.. Thank you for being a wife, Yasmeen pregnancy the most beautiful gift for mas", hug Arya with haru.

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Aryan's age almost stepped on the head 4. Too long alone could make him worry about his lineage. Arya is an only child. He wanted to give his parents a grandchild. But she also had to fight to heal the trauma of marriage.

Eventually he meets Yasmeen. The young girl who instantly drew her instinct to immediately interrupt. Unexpectedly from his marriage that went quickly and easily, God also immediately entrust a baby candidate for him.

During Yasmeen's pregnancy, Arya pampered her even more. He is not allowed to do activities that if trigger his body tired. All the tasks of some houses such as sweeping, mopping, washing clothes and cooking I put on cleaning service. Bi Neni's name. He is not young but not too old. Oiya, Bi Neni did not live in this house, but went home and only came three or four times a week. Because there is not every day work.

Highlights of the morning sun slip through the slit of the kitchen glass window from the 25th floor. Arya sat dumbstruck facing the dining table with a cup of coffee that was still puffing smoke. He made it himself.

"Mas, what breakfast do you want?" asked Yasmeen who was suddenly already standing behind Arya.

Arya snapped from her daydream. Instantly looking towards him. Without excuse he took a cup of coffee from in front of Arya then sipped it.

"Darling, why coffee? Can I have coffee?" ask Arya astonishment. Because, not usually Yasmeen drink coffee like this. He means in a condition when she is not pregnant like now.

"Why can't you?" answer's relaxed.

"Don't love, I'm afraid it will affect Yasmeen's pregnancy" Arya snatched the cup she was holding.

"A little, Yasmeen would love to",

"All right, just a little bit.. Today I want to eat fried rice. So, the cooking doesn't have to buy."

Yasmeen frowned, slightly doubting Arya's offer. "Relatedly? Can I?"

Arya looked at him for a moment. A moment later I got up. "Hm.. Do not doubt your ability.. Yasmeen just sit here." He patted his shoulder slowly after that.

"Making him a serving of fried rice actually doesn't take long. Although I rarely cook, but do not underestimate my skills. Especially with fried rice. It's easy" Arya muttered.

Arya's fried rice is ready. Time to serve this special dish for his wife who is sitting waiting.

Yasmeen was stunned as she looked at the plate of fried rice that had just been served in front of her. His gaze was flat, his looks seemed to be heartless to eat it.

"Did he doubt the taste of my fried rice? Or ... Maybe he was amazed? Look at those colorful peas, those perfect chunks of carrots and cow's eye eggs!", inner Arya.

"Eat baby, why just look at it?" arya's orders recalled that Yasmeen had looked at her for a long time without even feeding her into her mouth.

A second later, Yasmeen stuffed a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth and then chewed it. "Great boy, Mas. It turns out that Arya mas is also a cook, Yasmeen is proud? Why don't you cook for Yasmeen often?"

Arya laughed short of hearing his praise. "Mas loves watching Yasmeen cook. Yasmeen looks more s*ksi," said Arya back to praise.

Not just speech on the lips, but Arya spoke the truth from the heart. Yasmeen looked s*ksi and graceful when she was cooking.

Silent. Their conversation stopped there. Replacing the clink of spoons and forks that collide with the plate. They both focus on eating.

Uhuk! Uhuk!

Arya's efforts did not make Yasmeen's condition improve. The chest is getting crowded and difficult to breathe like the condition of asthma people who relapse.

Arya who panicked and imagined the unwanted immediately took quick action. Carrying Yasmeen and taking her to the basement. Getting down from the 25th floor is quite time consuming.

"Sir, what's the matter sir?", asked the security guard when he saw her hastily holding Yasmeen.

"Please get my car out, sir" Arya replied, throwing the keys.

Arya drove the car at high speed through the streets that are not too crowded.

Several times Arya glanced at Yasmeen while driving, just making sure of her condition. His breathing improved slightly, but red spots appeared on his skin. Arya just realized, these are signs of allergies.

What happened to Yasmeen was exactly the same as what Mamah experienced at that time. It's just that the cause of Mamah is clearly a cold allergy. While Yasmeen ... all along she had no history of allergies to anything.

"Darling, does Yasmeen have allergies?"

Yasmeen shook her head while scratching parts of her body that might feel itchy.

"Don't scratch, baby. Leave it alone, at least until the hospital later. Soon we arrive," said Arya reminded.

As if the wind had passed. Yasmeen did not heed Aryan prohibition at all. The movement of his hand that was scratching was becoming more and more.

Upon arrival at the hospital, Arya immediately parked the car. Meanwhile, Yasmeen asked to be dropped off in front of the white-painted building.

"Allergies like this are common in pregnant women. So, no need to worry. I'll give you the prescription. The gestational age of the father's wife is currently 8 weeks",

"8 weeks doc? But we've only been married eleven days!", Arya jolted, it's unlikely the same incident happened again. He was very sure that Yasmeen's virginity was penetrating.

"Father sir, the age of the fetus is calculated since the last menstruation. So don't be surprised, Dad..",

He felt a little relieved after hearing the doctor's explanation. Understandably, Arya is worried about Yasmeen's condition because this is her first pregnancy. It is a lesson to both of them how important it is to know things related to pregnancy. Maybe in the future they should take prenatal classes.

"Mas ... hungry," complained Yasmeen after exiting the doctor's office.

"What would you like to eat? Where's eating?" arya asked as she reached into her pants pocket.

"At this hospital canteen?",

As if reflexes, Arya patted her head. "The key missed and is still stuck in the car. I completely forgot."

"Pick it up first. Yasmeen's going to the cafeteria now, Mas. Yasmeen wait there, huh?",

Arya menggelos left not responding to Yasmeen's words. Unheard of Yasmeen who called.At least Arya remembered what she said just now.

Thankfully, the car keys are still there. Pun, with his car. Once checked in all parts, the condition is still the same. I rushed to the cafeteria in the hospital.

Arya spread her gaze around the corner of the canteen. The canteen visitor was not too crowded, so he could find Yasmeen's whereabouts very easily.

His wife sat at the end of the table. Just sec. It seems he is not alone now. There was a man sitting opposite him. His figure was not foreign, Arya recognized him who the man was.

Seriate...