
The maid brought a glass of water to Syifa, but when she wanted to open the door she could not. Because, Sherkhan has locked it.
"Miss, open the door, I come to deliver drinking water" the maid said.
"The door is locked, isn't there a key outside?" answer Syifa from within.
The maid was astonished, for the key was not outside at all and, he also had the file gone from there, wanting to find the master.
After arriving at Sherkhan's office, he knocked on the door and opened.
"Master, Miss Syifa wants a drink, but I can't open the door, because she says the door is locked" the maid said.
"Oh yeah, I forgot that locked it. Give me the water, let me deliver this water, "Sherkhan answered gently.
The maid gave the water to Sherkhan and, rushing away from there.
"It turns out, he's awake, '" murmured Sherkhan as he continued walking toward his wife's room.
After arriving, he immediately opened the room door and saw Syifa putting a face sprain on him.
"It's dear to the drinking water, you drink first" said Syerkhan softly.
Syifa immediately took the water from her husband and, immediately drinking the water then sharply arranged the man.
"Why lock the door? Syifa won't run away again?!" syifa asked in a very upset manner.
Sherkhan smiled, because he was happy to see the wife angry and, reminding Syifa of his words this morning, if the wife was upset she would be more in love, made the girl really very upset.
"If there's nothing else. I want to go back to the office, because there is still a lot of work piling up" said Syerkhan softly.
Syifa nodded her head, as she did not want to interfere with Syerkhan's work and the man hurried away from there without locking the door.
"It seems, I have to go to the doctor quickly because I want to find out what is the cause of Syerkhan like this, is he taking the wrong medication, or is he exposed to another virus?" muttered Syifa while staring at the departure of the husband.
The girl took her cell phone, then contacted a psychologist and, asking what are the characteristics of a stressful person's disorder.
Psychologists had already answered his message and, not seeing the features of Syerkhan described by psychologists, made Syifa very upset.
"Why, after this pregnancy I really hate Syerkhan. Is it because he has taken away my happiness or is this also the baby I carry?" ask Syifa.
The girl also slammed her phone because of annoyance then, put her body back to sleep, because she still felt very dizzy, maybe because it was innately pregnant.
. . .
Sherkhan smiled, reading a message from Dila, because the wife said she would sue him.
"I'm not going to divorce her. But, what can be done if he has given me a lawsuit, because I am also upset that he has sounded Syifa from me," said Syerkhan with a smile.
The man immediately sent all his lawyers, to take care of the divorce he and Dila, because he did not want to participate in the divorce at all.
..
Anggi and Juwita prepare for their wedding, as some days are left. Although, all have been prepared by Anggi carefully, but they also have to make sure everything runs smoothly.
"I'm sure, because you're my best friend and you're calm! I, will not touch you during our marriage" Anggi replied gently.
Juwita nodded her head, because she could do nothing, their marriage was just a charade. So, he could not get the rights as a wife who was completely from Anggi.
"I want the man and Syifa not to think I'm sad, because of their marriage, so I want us to look happy on our wedding day and so on," anggi said as he glanced outside the store.
"No need to show it like that, because I'm sure they must know we're very happy for our marriage in a few days" Juwita said.
Anggi nodded his head, then they gave an invitation, to one of the employees at the Anggi store, to share all the invitations to the invited guests.
After that, the two of them rested, as he had lunch already arrived. Anggi and his mother had lunch in the shop, because Dila wanted it.
"Well, mommy can't go home papa? Because, want to take clothes, after all in this store there is no mama's clothes," said Dila gently.
"Mom can't go there anymore, just let the maids drop off Mama's clothes, I won't let Mama meet the man!" anggi Sahut.
Dila could do nothing more, for now he had to obey the words of his son.
'They're so upset with his papa, can I reunite them?' batin Dila with a soft.
Juwita was silent, because he did not want to interfere in the personal affairs of the Anggi family.
'I kept quiet and listened, because if I interfered Anggi wouldn't like it. Though I want to help Aunt Dila, ' Inner Juwita.
After all was done then, they rushed away because they wanted to do their respective tasks, while Dila chose to rest because his head was very dizzy thinking about everything that happened.
. . .
The next morning, Syifa woke up in the morning because she was so nauseous and vomiting. Sherkhan immediately helped the girl because they slept together last night.
Although nothing happened between them, because Syifa always kept her distance and was good at finding excuses so that Syerkhan did not touch her.
"We go to the doctor, how about it?" ask Sherkhan to his wife.
"No Om, Syifa is fine! This is indeed congenital pregnancy," Syifa gently refused.
Sheerkhan nodded his head later, helping Syifa walk back into the room and, sitting the line on the sofa.
"I'm sorry, I can't be home today because the office work is so piled up, maybe the new night is back, are you okay here alone?" ask Syerkhan to Syifa.
Syifa nodded her head, because she knew that Syerkhan was also doing his duty, because no one had yet replaced him as an assistant to her husband.
"Sorry Om, Syifa can't work yet. Did you get a replacement?" ask Syifa gently.
"Don't think about it! I don't want to listen anymore, because you won't be working, you're already the Madam in this house" Sheerkhan replied gently.
Syifa nodded her head, then rushed away, because she was late to the office, for helping the girl to vomit earlier.
"I also feel sorry for Syerkhan, actually because he did my job, the task is very difficult if done alone, because I was also helped by my secretary, while Syerkhan, asked him all alone," symphonic.
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