Prince Cinta Beda Religious

OBAT

This morning Prince vomited again. In a hurry to the bathroom, Prince slipped and fell. His head hit the floor.

The head that had been dizzy since then, made him lose consciousness. Prince fainted without Isma's knowledge.

Isma is busy preparing breakfast. She cooked chicken claw soup at her husband's request. When Isma finished preparing breakfast, she was surprised because her husband did not come.

"Why long? Did you throw up again?" He said as he stepped up one by one the stairs to his room.

Upon arriving at the room, Isma did not find her husband.

"Mass. . . Where's mas?" Looking to the bathroom.

"Oh Allah, Mas. . ." Shouted Isma.

She was shocked to see her husband's body lying on the floor so cold.

"Mas, I woke up. . ." Trying to hold that heavy body.

Isma rested half her husband's body on her lap.

"Oh my God, what should I do?" Said worried.

Isma glanced around him. But, find nothing. He really doesn't know how to. Finally she cried sobbing while tightly curling her husband's body.

"Mass. . . Forgive adek. Wake up. . ." Her crying is breaking.

Then suddenly Isma remembered she had to call someone to help her lift her husband's body. But, Isma had to put her husband's head back on that cold floor to go pick up the iphone.

No, Isma did not want to leave her husband alone. Finally, with all her strength, Isma tried to pull her husband's heavy body out of the bathroom.

"Hhiaakaaggk. . . Akaigdk. . ." Isma's voice drew her husband's body in a gradual manner bit by bit.

"Wake up. . . What's it gonna be?" His words were interrupted by his crying.

"Hhmmm. . . Hhm. . ." Isma. His stomach feels cramped. Until he decided to stop.

Her eyes stared at the bathroom door, and soon Isma would be able to bring her husband out of the bathroom.

"It is better to live in a simple house. Small bathroom is much better. . . Adek doesn't like big bathrooms gini. . ." She felt worried because her husband was unconscious.

"I have to call now. . ." His determination.

Isma slowly moved half of the Prince's body in her lap back to the floor. But, before Isma succeeded, Prince let out a loud sigh.

He wakes up, he realizes. His eyes slowly opened, while his hands clasped Isma's hand tightly.

"Sa.mrs. . ."

"Mass. . . Mas. . Hhikk. . ." Isma hugged her husband's body.

"I'm sorry, honey don't cry." He said as he returned Isma's embrace.

Isma was crying harder. He spilled all his fear. Hearing Isma's cry made Prince try to move to be able to sit.

After successfully sitting down, he immediately gave a warm hug to his beloved.

"Why did it fall?"

"Mas wants to vomit. . . Go on, Mas slipped. . ."

"I'm sorry adek. . . All because of the adek. . ."

"Why do you blame yourself. Not a bad one. Uncautious mas, dear." peeked at Isma's head.

"It should be someone who has vomiting, should be someone who feels all these unpleasant symptoms." His words were calmer.

Prince terkaru. She smiled in relief, as she was finally still given the chance to come to her senses and be able to see how much Isma loved her.

"We moved out of here first, yeah. It's cold." Bring Prince.

"Mas can stand?"

Prince nodded, then he crouched down and immediately raised Isma's body.

"Mass. . . Adek can walk alone. . ." His protest.

Then he came back wearing only a towel. Isma prepared the clothes for Prince. Prince was happy to wear it. After that, Prince approached Isma.

"Some one also has to change clothes. Everything's wet. . ." Prince's whisper in his ear.

Then Prince mischievously pulled Isma's waist a little hard until Isma's body bounced in his arms. There is no distance between the two.

"Let's allow me to change clothes, baby" she whispered.

Isma blushed. She buried her face in her husband's field.

And Prince began to unzip Isma's clothes in the back. Make it easy for Prince to pull the shirt down. Isma remained motionless.

"Honey. . . His hands straight down first, so that his clothes may come down." Prince's orders.

Though ashamed, Isma followed her husband's orders.

Ssrrett. . .

Isma's clothes had fallen completely on the floor. Isma was getting tighter and tighter immersing her face in Prince's chest. Then Prince lifted the body. Put it on the bed.

"Mm. .mass. . .ma.mau what?" Isma asked worriedly as Prince's body was already on top of her.

Prince did not reply, he just smiled. Then he kissed Isma's forehead, turned to his eyes, nose and ended up on his lips.

Isma just accepts it without protest. In fact, he actually remembered the words of the doctor Maha Rani, if they had to stop doing this in the beginning.

"Mmass. . . How will it be?" Said Isma who finally managed to make Prince stop his activities.

"Mas tau, his grandpa will be fine. Believe the same."

"But it's time for work."

Prince smiles. He continued his desire. He remembered the warning the doctor said at the time. But, only when with Isma like this can relieve him from nausea and dizziness.

Yes, when he returned to the bathroom, Prince again felt nauseous. Then, as he returned and approached Isma, the nausea diminished. Prince also pulled Isma's body closer and it eliminated the feeling of dizziness and nausea completely.

So, Prince came to the conclusion. By doing this in the morning, it may be a cure for nausea.

"Honey, I'll be careful. . . Don't worry, everything's gonna be okay." Prince tried to convince Isma who looked very worried.

"But the doctor said. . ."

Isma's words stopped him with a kiss. Then, Prince did not want to let Isma talk again and refused his wishes.

"It looks like it's medicine so Mas doesn't vomit anymore." Whisper Prince.

Isma frowned. She looked at him in her husband's face. How this might be a medicine. Isma felt a funny tingle seeing that hopeful pleading face.

Prince said he would do it. But, even he had not done his wish and was still waiting for the approval of Isma.

"Will it be like this every morning?" Isma asked as she stroked the pale-looking face of her husband.

"Yes, honey. I will take this medicine every morning. It won't stop until the nausea and dizziness are gone."

Isma smiled haru. Tears were shed at the end of his eyes. Prince was worried, immediately he clutched Isma's body tightly. But, still withholding his weight so as not to be too strong to squeeze their prospective baby.

"Darling, if you're afraid, you won't." Said caving.

Isma shakes. He is not worried or afraid. It just felt too good this morning.

After seeing her husband lying unconscious, Isma was completely frightened. Now she could see her mighty husband near her. How could Isma refuse him.

"Read the prayer first." Say Isma while pinching her husband's nose.

Prince's pale face turned happy and warm again. He quickly recited a prayer with Isma.

They went through a beautiful morning filled with drama, crying and ending with happiness.

'May forever be happy like this, Mas. I love you.' Inner Isma.

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