My Perfect Bestie, No! Husbands!

Tasya's Mental Condition

Tasya was down last night. After talking to Radit, he fell asleep immediately after taking his medicine. Honestly, Al was worried that he would close the glass that was there, so if Tasya woke up and really relapsed, he would not be able to see the black shadow that had always been the darkest side of his life.

Yes, although he hopes Tasya does not relapse, but he is trying to take precautions so that nothing really serious happens after this.

Only then, after Tasya's regular breathing he also fell asleep.

In the morning, Tasya felt dizzy in his head. Al who made a permit for Tasya to rest for a few days, did not forget also he called a psychiatrist to the house. She was scared, very scared because Tasya didn't say much when she woke up.

"You don't go out of the house yet? Just like you at home, okay?" Al said as he rubbed the top of his wife's head.

"I want to work."

"Darling, you're exhausted. Yesterday at the hospital you fainted from exhaustion. Your sauce is. Doctor Tania understood that too. I consulted him before asking for permission."

"But, Mass ... "

"Now wake up, we have breakfast after that baby Papa should drink milk. He's hungry, honey. Ayok," take Al.

Tasya shook her head, she had no appetite or anything today. He just wants to work and busy himself, because honestly his head is dizzy and in there they are interconnected it makes Tasya very stressful.

"Let's see doctor Lizabeth check on you, you're gonna need her handler, right?" Ask Al.

"I'm not crazy." I don't know why he was so sensitive this morning. In a position like this makes Al go awry. He did not think Tasya was so but ... All right, he's talking. He should have been looking for better words.

Al sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Tasya with attention, keeping Tasya in his arms and letting the girl forget what she was feeling.

Tasya's body trembled, he felt that he was more sensitive this morning. He also did not know why even though he consulted with doctor Lizabeth he did it every two months. Tasya wiped her tears. "I'm sorry I'm angry with you."

"You need me? Let me keep you?" Tawar.

Tasya shook his head certainly can not, if Tasya is not in the hospital, of course Al must be there. A lot of people need him there compared to Tasya. "I'll consult later, don't worry."

"Obviously I'm worried because I know you're not okay, honey."

It's not good actually, his feelings are still heavy and stuck. But Tasya tried to smile and wipe away her tears. "I'm gapapa, let's get our son hungry. I want breakfast."

Actually, if Tasya like this even makes Al more anxious. But indeed he also can not be careless in the work. So yeah how else. Al agreed to Tasya's invitation and they went downstairs to have breakfast.

"Yes, Honey. I'm going straight home." Al kissed the top of his wife's head and smiled when he got to the bottom because they were all complete.

"Oh my dear Mother. How's sleep?" Ask Diana. Diana has since learned that Tasya is pregnant, and she is the one who worries the most about anything about her daughter-in-law.

"Your voice, Bund." Tasya tried to smile even though it was thin. He's not feeling very well.

"Congratulations, son. You'll soon be parents and you're Al. Take good care of his wife" said Haris.

Al saluted his father as a sign of alacrity. Of course Al will take care of his wife and son. Even though he himself feared it a lot maybe this time was the yes that new parents like them felt.

The talk is quite short indeed, Fadil also said that the issue of permission is calm. Moreover, Tasya's condition is not good now, if there is a problem as a senior he will help.

This morning as usual if they gather will all feel familiar and joke with each other. But not with Tasya who this time seemed silent and focused on enjoying the food. That was a little too.

Diana was worried that to be honest, it was indeed this decision that they had taken the wrong step. Because they do not know that Tasya is pregnant, the situation is also not right. So he looked at his son to get Tasya to talk.

"Nausea, honey? Or not eating that anymore?" Al asked as he rubbed his wife's back.

Tasya shook her head as if she was fine, after which she resumed eating. Even more upset Al, whether he had to go to work or not.

Even until this morning's breakfast was over and leaving only the two of them, Tasya was still speechless. With the initiative Al made milk and gave vitamins to Tasya. "Now drink first."

Tasya received a glass from Al and drank it. Even though she really can't control herself, she still knows that she's pregnant and that her child shouldn't be tortured like this.

Seeing that Al knelt before Tasya's chair. He rubbed Tasya's stomach which was already slightly poking out. It may be true that the pregnancy has been published his child will be clearly visible even though it is still very small.

"Dear take care of Mama? Don't fuss over your work. Her mother's ingestin to eat 3 times a day. Don't be sad either." Al now kissed Tasya's stomach and smiled with anxiety.he was very anxious indeed to see Tasya's stomach which contained this baby.

Tasya smiled slightly as she treated Al and rubbed her husband's hair. "I'm fine, I'll be fine."

"Tetep must be taken care of his mother, Baby. Do not do anything in there either. Don't make your mom sick, pinter. Daddy love you both." Al hugged his wife's stomach. She really wants Tasya to be okay now.

Seeing that Diana smiled. It turned out that without being directed this son had indeed understood what he was doing. Tasya's feelings must be sensitive and such attention must be very much needed now.

She became relieved that this way, yes later she will talk a lot with Tasya as a mother. Because indeed he should not be left alone, afraid that the events used to happen again will be dangerous later.

Maybe about Lidya later he will talk again with Radit, because it is beyond his authority as well even though Radit already considers him as his parents. Because it's true that Tasya's patience is important. They try to maintain Tasya's mental condition in order to stay good so it must be sought for a way out to be equally delicious as well.