My Possessive Rich Man

Stomach ache

The shout of one senior made all the freshmen gather in front of the bonfire quickly.

They stood in a circle storming the bubbling flames with their small sparks.

The cold air demanded everyone to wear thick, covered clothes. This place has not climbed the peak but the cold air is already stinging.

In the corner there was Galang who had been observing the faces of his juniors. "Alula where?" Ask in the end.

One junior answered. "Still in the same tent with her twin sister, Alula said Bang's stomach ache." Evidently.

"A stomachache?" Galang repeated and answered with a nod of the girl's head.

Without waiting for a long time. Immediately Galang swung his legs towards Alula's tent. Although Alula is married, Galang still acts as if Alula is a young girl with no master.

However, his footsteps had to be stopped when the owner of Alula was in front there.

"Raden Mas!" The screams of the girls who always screech when they meet the sexy and rich man.

Galang stared at Raden entering Alula's tent. Already there is Raden then Galang no longer have a chance.

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^^^In the tent.^^^

Nakula massage the tiny legs of Alula, people say the abdominal pain will subside if there is pressure at certain points on the soles of her feet.

Nakula tried to reduce the stomach pain that Alula felt. Unbeknownst to Alula, Nakula contacted Raden with a satellite phone that could be used anywhere.

This afternoon when he returned to the tent Alula found a soft mattress, thick blankets, earplugs and everything was all pink as her favorite.

Before taking a bath there were no such items, Alula knew this was all from her possessive husband. With just one command Raden can give everything.

Despite all the facilities, the cold night still managed to strangle Alula's small body. Seems to catch a cold, since Alula's stomach felt bloated, nauseous, even wanted to vomit.

No matter how thick the blanket was, how soft the mattress was, Alula still felt the chill that made her shiver.

"Do you still need eucalyptus oil?" Nakula asked patiently and Alula nodded.

"Raden Mas!" The scream outside the tent made Alula snort. Raden certainly came with some alarms.

"You called Om Raden?"

Nakula nodded. "Of course, he deserves to know your condition. He purposely stayed here to take care of you, so stop selling is expensive."

Alula just shook her head while crying so wrapped around her stomach that suddenly unable to tepis. Clear circles falling over her smooth cheeks. As in the strong squeeze Alula felt a sudden contraction.

"Is it still very painful?" Nakula who realized that again asked with a gurat of anxiety.

The door of the tent opened along with the entrance of Raden who immediately grabbed Alula's crying face. "Baby why?"

Alula answered him with a small puff.

"We're going to the hospital." Breakup Raden.

Alula shook her head quickly. "Don't."

"Why?"

"Just don't." Alula's gel is persistent, Alula doesn't want Raden to know about her pregnancy.

It is certain that after this Raden forbade him to continue his activities and so on, Alula knew very well the possessive human temperament.

"But Baby is in pain." It was Raden who kept getting Alula's head.

Raden pressed his jaw. "Can't not be stubborn! Baby needs treatment!" Possessive language. Alula began to obey as the condition of the stomach increasingly unwelcome.

Nakula came out to open the door of the tent, then Raden lifted Alula's body out of the tent in view of many pairs of eyes that had a row of questions in his brain.

There is a rumor that says Alula Galang fiancee, then Raden holding the girl like there is a different relationship.

"No need, you go ahead, Lula let me take care of you." Raden said, Nakula nodded in agreement, she still needs to continue her camping activities.

In front of it Galang approached. "What's wrong with Alula?" Worriedly. What's more, Alula's grimacing face makes Galang not at home.

"He's got to go to the hospital, so let me take him." Cetus Raden's.

Galang. "All right, I'll take you."

"No need!" Raden stepped his feet dashing past the tall body of Galang who was silent looking at him passed.

Raden walked out of the campground leaving a number of big questions on everyone. What's the connection between Alula and Raden? So roughly.

It was already night time the streets were darker than usual, Bastian and a few bodyguards were driving the way with flashlights.

In her husband's arms Alula only tightened her arms, afraid of the surroundings. Said people during pregnancy many dedemits who are after it, although living in modern times Alula also believes in it.

"Still sick?" In between steps Raden glanced at his wife's face and asked again. Alula did not answer but her body movements said the pain she felt.

Arriving on the paved road of SUV type cars welcomed their arrival, Bastian opened the back door.

Gegas Raden came in after making sure Alula was safe in her seat. As usual Bastian is always the one taking over the wheel while the bodyguards will follow along with the other cars.

Once it was safe enough, immediately Bastian drove his car to the nearest hospital. The dark path gripped, the trees began to move in turns.

Alula leaned back against her husband, curled up against the window, conditioning the pain in her stomach.

Cold sweat is pouring. There is still fear in his mind, do not let his fetus fall because of exhausting activities this afternoon.

Raden approached Alula. "Baby ate? Why the stomach pain hmm?" Although there was no answer Raden still gave a kiss on the ear of his wife and then stroked it.

On the way Raden gave eucalyptus oil occasionally as Alula continued to grimace complaining of moans.

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While in other places, Emelly has just arrived in the yard of a modern minimalist style house.

That afternoon, Emelly's plane just landed. In the end Emelly decided to return to the homeland.

After all, Emelly couldn't have just left her mother and the company her uncle led.

Emelly beautiful with sleeveless white shirt and short maroon span skirt, heels gold also clutch bag that match the color of his shoes he tenteng, he got out of the car and stepped into the house.

The house that only Emelly visits occasionally. His mother's house that never cared about him. Not no matter, rather no longer able to care.

It was the main room he was heading to at the moment. Emelly's way of walking is exactly like the catwalk model, tall, tiered legs, wavy long hair, slender waist and a challenging bulge for her chest size.

In the living room the medically dressed woman welcomed his arrival. "Good night Miss Emelly."

"Night." Emelly smiled a little. "Where's Mamah?" Ask.

"Good." Nod the woman.

"Well, I'll see Mamah first." Emelly continued walking towards the main room after saying goodbye to her mother's sister, she opened the gray-painted door and entered.

At the end of the bed there was Selvia sitting daydreaming looking at a large wedding photo on display on the side of the wall.

For five years, Selvia had only been sitting in a private nurse, and even before Selvia had been treated in a mental hospital for acute depression.

Selvia Emelly's mother who was hurt, Emelly's mother who became a victim of purity, Emelly's mother who was widowed for life after living away her husband. At least that's what Emelly knew all along.

"So healthy?" Emelly sat right by her mother's side while gently stroking her back. Emelly knew her mother was very sensitive to the existence of a person despite never welcoming her arrival.

Selvia turned her head and put on a sweet smile at her daughter. "As long as Mamah has not met your Papah and has managed to bring him home, Mamah will never be able to be healthy." The same answer every time Emelly asked Selvia.

Emelly dimmed his gaze. "But Papah no longer exists Mah."

"You know." Selvia smiled bitterly and turned her eyes in the other direction.