My wife Slave of Lust

Trustworthiness

I immediately slammed out of the car and carried my wife's unconscious body to the IGD. Regardless of the astonished gazes of the people, I continued walking until I met a nurse there.

"Sus, please call the doctor! My wife was suddenly unconscious." While putting Vida's body on top of the gurney that was already available there, the nurse only nodded quickly but did not move from her position.

I know, this must be because of my outrageousness that I didn't get to wear clothes first. "Suster, until when are you going to keep smiling like that? Call the doctor!" I don't pay attention to that anymore. Clearly this time my head was filled with mounting worries.

Twenty minutes later

"There's nothing to worry about from your wife, Mr. Ibra." The doctor was sitting in his chair when he asked me to enter the small room in the IGD section earlier. He smiled as he saw me for the first time. Either because I'm not wearing clothes, or because I'm fascinated by good looks.

"I detected a possible pregnancy here." Sighs for a moment. "However, I'm not too sure. You can check Vida's mother back, on Obgyn's part," he continued as if to melt the worries that plastered real on my face.

Grateful, I breathed a sigh of relief and was now replaced by a happy smile.

"Symptoms like this have been commonly experienced by a woman in early pregnancy. So, after Vida's mom wakes up later, you can already take her home." The female doctor put on an expression as if she understood the situation I was in right now, making me just wear a towel to cover the sensitive area.

"Sorry, Doctor. I was really panicked, forgetting that I only had a towel," I said, starting to feel bad. "I'm sorry, Doc." After shaking the doctor's hand I finally returned to see Vida who was still not fully aware of the temporary sleep.

However, as soon as my memory was dragged into something, then rushed out towards the parking lot. For the second time, I was again the center of attention. Not because of the towel wrapped around the waist, but because this time-it seems-they have started to realize who the madman is currently wandering around the hospital. Suddenly I speeded up, before the women there made me a warm meal because it was so happy to meet the idol.

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"Ibra, how's Vida doing?" ask my mother-in-law who just arrived. Taken by my father and both my parents.

"He's fine, Ma."

"If it's good, why is he still unconscious?"

This is my in-law, sometimes.

"Ma ...!" sidelines my father-in-law as if to understand with the hardness of his wife's heart right now. He kept trying to calm his wife. While my parents, they still did not raise their voices, because I had told the doctor's explanation via voice call.

I've been wearing full clothes. Lucky in the car there are still some clothes that I usually carry anywhere. There are some personal items in my car. I purposely kept it for a specific purpose. For an emergency like this, for example. So, it is no longer strange to feel.

In the silence of all of us, Vida suddenly wriggled her body, and opened her eyelids slowly. With one hand pressed next to his pelispis, he began to realize that he was no longer at home.

"I'm in the hospital, huh?" he asked as if he could read the situation. His eyes began to wander and looked at us one by one.

"I'm why, honey?" ask Vida, when her gaze collides with mine. His face still looked grimacing, as if he was enduring an overwhelming pain in the head. However, I did not have time to respond to his question, he suddenly returned a strange expression, as if he wanted to take out his entrails.

Quickly, I swept it towards the restroom, and sure enough, it happened again. "I catch a cold, yes" he said after cleaning his mouth with a tissue. I just smiled at him who currently still seemed to gasp in breathing.

"It's not in the wind, honey." My dialogue managed to get him to give me a million-tany views.

"Continue?" As if impatient, he immediately frowned.

"The doctor said, there's probably a junior Ibra in here." I touched her stomach gently. He then dropped his gaze, while shedding clear crystals a sign of disbelief.

"You ... You no longer want to entertain me, do you?" He looked back with an enthusiastic face. I shook my head firmly, wiping away her happy water.

"Tomorrow we'll see the gynecologist again." My last words again successfully published a beautiful smile on his face. Vida immediately hugged me tightly, a string of stamps that stuck perfectly to the mail envelope.