Si Culun Suddenly Became President's Wife

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Millions of stars sprinkled in the sky decorate the beautiful night. A young man walked over, dragging footsteps into the room.

Milan had just set foot in the Kalingga residence, after he had returned from Germany. Several times a month Milan always visit his wife. Releasing his longing for a moment, because he really could not just wait until three months passed, he was willing to travel a long distance sitting on a plane a dozen hours long.

Milan went into the room sitting on the edge of the bed, he breathed a heavy empty heart, always like this. Ah if Nara had existed, this room would not be this quiet.

Milan then headed to the bathroom to clean himself up so that his fatigue was a little lost after going through a flight of dozens of hours for love.

After a while Milan had finished, he went up to his king zise bed, he grabbed his phone to call Nara if he had arrived via video call.

“Honey, have you arrived?” greeting Nara with a smile made the moment tired it disappeared.

"Yes dear.”

“Now rest, my husband must be tired.”

“Still kangen.”

“New also meet.”

“It feels very quiet,” complained Milan.

Nara smiled anxiously, she really liked seeing that whining handsome face.

“Sabar dear ngak longer, another month.”

“It feels heavy.”

Milan took a sigh of resignation and lay down while staring at his wife's face from the mobile screen as usual they would only spend time while exchanging stories via video call connection.

***

The morning sun had welcomed, the sleeping Milan wriggling quietly on his bed. His consciousness was not perfect yet but he felt something strange in his body his head was dizzy, felt like breaking, instantly radiating into his stomach as if in a stir. There's something to be put out.

Rue ...

The sound of vomit stuck out from him quickly he got out of bed smothering his mouth with one hand. A little run to the bathroom.

Pwd .. uwek ...

Milan stood up, leaning over in front of the sink spewing out his entire entrails.

After finishing Milan rubbed his face with running tap water.

His head feels spinning.

“It looks like I'm jetlag. But I have never experienced this,” complained Milan felt strange on his body.

He also stepped slowly back to the bed his body felt very weak after spewing out his stomach contents.

The sound of the door opening caused the young man's attention to be diverted to the door. Mama Erika came in to see her son's condition.

“Milan you went to the office?” asked Erika's mother to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Head of Milan dizzy ma, rich jet lag.”

This baby-beak woman looked at the pale face of her son and then put her palm on Milan's forehead. Breathing a sigh of relief when feeling Milan's normal body temperature.

“Well you rest,” said mama Erika while fixing her son's blanket.aprehended because Milan had just met his wife far away there.

Milan simply replied with a nod. This young man closed his eyes again after seeing his mother's body had come out of the room.

*****

A middle-aged woman stood in front of the bathroom door, putting on an anxious face while squeezing her hands.

Uwek ...

The sound of endless vomit, was heard from the bathroom.

“Lan! You do nothing, baby!” asked Mama Erika to look worried at her son.

“Milan is very nauseous Ma,” complained this young man.

Stepping towards the bed led by Erika's mother.

“You ate ya baby!” persuade mama Erika to point the spoon at her son's mouth.

“Not able to Ma, Milan nausea.”

For days Milan continued to vomit the contents of his stomach especially in the morning.

Mama Erika breathed heavily sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Lan, mama ngak nyimpak you can be this sweet as your wife. Every time is far the same Nara you are sick anyway, terrible, not that you also just met,” oceh mama Erika reminisced about the time where Nara went, Milan always ended up in the hospital. Just like the current condition of Milan decreased.

“Mama time kangen, in omelin,” protest. Milan also confirmed the words of his mother, he really missed his wife and was weak without the woman, it was let alone the condition that he should be spoiled by his wife.

"Mom's time should tell him your condition. Mama pity Nara, Lan. If he has you stick until he is rich already can not breath,” grumbled mama Erika will his son who is dependent on his wife.

“Yeah, ma already nagged it, please don't tell Nara.”

Jeez, the head of Milan is getting heavy hearing the ramblings of his mother.  

Milan's door opened and a beautiful woman stepped into the room approaching them.

“Sea, you are here dear,” greet mama Erika.

“Kata kak Kay, sis Milan is sick.”

“Iya, can not eat always nausea,” explained mama Erika.

Chelsea stepped closer to the bed to see the condition of her brother.

“Mama called the doctor? Sea call a doctor huh?” tanya Chelsea had been standing next to her brother putting on a face of dismay at the frail condition of the man.

The fragrance of perfume burst out from the body of the beautiful woman.

“Sea what you wear farpum, you smell so bad. I'm nauseous,” grumbled Milan clenched his mouth as soon as his stomach wrapped around.

Whaaat! the smell! chelsea's anxious face immediately changed jutek.

“Bau, What brother said, I stink!” Chelsea clucked annoyed at the words of her brother, a beauty like a goddess like herself in saying the smell of course she did not accept the remark.  “I wear expensive perfume!” ketus the sister.

Pwd .. uwek ...

A stifled vomiting sound rang out, with Milan quickly getting off the bed running into the bathroom.

“Mama I don't smell right?” chelsea asked for a plea to sniff her body.

“Of course not dear!” mama answered, Erika did not understand.

“Kak Milan I don't smell!” chelsea shouted emphasizing disbelief to the brother who originally said that.

But not in the dream by Milan the young man had entered the bathroom.

Pwd .. uwek ...

The sound of Milan heard from the bathroom made Chelsea and mama Erika look at each other, sick whether the young man was left behind by his wife.

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