SISTER Or WIFE

98. Nauseous

Haris came with a stack of reports to be signed by Shakil today, because Nabila forbade him from leaving the room so he worked without getting out of bed, instead of not being able to walk, it was just that Nabila was worried that the stitches would open again and get worse

"This master reports today" Haris entered his room and took a single seat to sit beside his master

"Is there anything else?"

"There, Miss Siska went to the office looking for you"

"Then"

"I just said you're out of town"

"Hmm" Shakil continued to focus on the papers in his hand

"Max also called you as brandal, he asked us to kidnap Miss"

"Aahh it's a hassle"

"And he had set up a hut to rape her"

"Huh I love a task like that, but isn't there a more decent place for the two of us to fuck, Patty once she's"

"Hahaha do I have to take part in this kidnapping?"

"I'll cut your reproductive abs"

Nabila entered the room had wanted to accompany Shakil but it was not so because there was an Assistant Haris with him and as very serious as they discussed

"Where are you going?"

"I thought it was my own brother, because now I'm busy I'll be back later"

"Come on, why is your face pale, are you sick?"

"Masa? I'm fine" Nabila got on the bed and sat down next to Shakil

It's a little dizzy, but I think because I slept a little sleep last night huh?

"You have a fever?" Shakil checked Nabila

"I'm fine" Nabila put her head on Shakil's shoulder and hugged him "I'm a little sleepy"

"Just sleep, baby. Brother's going to move kesofa"

"No way, I want a sister here" Nabila felt comfortable after smelling the masculine body scent of her husband's dizziness on his head also began to disappear

"Tumben this pot, what's up?"

Nabila simply shook her head and closed her eyes with regular breaths she fell asleep with her innocence

"Eh, you're sleeping"

"Looks like she's so exhausted, what are you doing until Miss falls like this?" Haris whispered not to bother Nabila

"You think I'm a monster with a wounded back still eating it" he whispered unconsciously that this morning was angry that Anton was bothering him

"All right, so do we just keep it here?"

"How else do you want him to ask for it"

Finally, Shakil and Haris worked still with their respective positions but reduced the volume of his voice so as not to disturb Nabila's sleep very soundly

Two hours later Nabila woke up because he felt his stomach was not good, such as stomach acid that rose and caused nausea, not severe nausea and can still be detained but it is not comfortable also if left alone

Why nausea huh? I've eaten before, because lately eating too much huh so gini? Hmm how

"Wake up? why, what's that face?"

"No. I'm going downstairs to get a drink"

"It's a drink" Shakil pointed to the table beside Nabila with a glass of water

"But I want a warm one"

"Normally don't drink warm water"

Nabila just smiled and left the two men who were still surprised to see each other with his behavior

"Sir, what's the fruit?" Nabila asked Anton who was already in the kitchen

"Miss why come here, you can call me if you need anything"

Again he just smiled not to open his mouth to talk because it would make him more nauseous later.

"Where are there many fruits here you want? I'll clean it up"

"I want it all, but made salad with yogurt and lots of cheese"

"Good miss" Anton immediately pulled out various types of fruit and executed it because Nabila did not want to go from there before the salad was finished

"No why are you here? Mira who suddenly entered the kitchen because of earlier looking for Anton inside but did not find it

"Eh mother, I'm asking you to make a salad with Mr. Anton. Mommy needs something?"

"There are friends, sir, ask the waiter to bring five people a drink"

"Good mistress"

"Nak yuk is coming with mom. Mommy will introduce you to the same friends" Mira took Nabila's hand and immediately took her to the place where her social gang was

Aaaa... My salad!!!!

Nabila to slit his saliva because the food has melted in his mouth with the sweet taste of the fruit, sour yogurt and fresh milk plus soft savory from cheese...

"Waahh who is this that you brought mir with" One of the beaked women with elegant looks stood up to him

"Siang aunt" Nabila greeted all of Mira's friends with her chauffeur

"Good child, Beautiful let's sit near aunty" Mothers with a fat posture pulled her so that Nabila sat beside her

"What is this, you scared him" One of them spoke

"No, it's okay" Nabila replied with a forced smile

The women were laughing, chatting here and there, not left gossiping and fighting over Nabila to be betrothed to their children. Mira herself grew tired of rejecting him and she also said that Nabila is her son-in-law but they do not believe because they know Shakil has never been interested in any woman other than just his job

Because Nabila was getting nauseous with the smell of mother-dream perfume that was so pleasant and not just one kind, He immediately resigned to want to return to the kitchen that had been imagined fresh eating salad

At the front of the stairs he meets Shakil who is looking for him. Nabila said just take warm water but why has not returned to the room for an hour,,

"So why are you coming down?"

"I'm looking for you, why so long" She also locked Nabila's waist with both hands

"Sorry baby, I was invited by my mother to meet her friends there" Nabila set her eyes on the place where she was

"Those mothers must have betrothed you to their children, huh?"

"Yes, I know"

"It's common for them to want to increase their wealth by betrothing their children. Trus you want?"

"if anyone is richer why not, haha"

"you yes!!!!" again he was********less tiny lips Nabila

"Son what the heck, there will be someone who sees us" Nabila pushed Shakil's body

"It's a punishment for cheating wives"

"When did I cheat?"

"So you said you wanted something richer"

"Yes, but his love is rich, like my sister's love is the same now that I have no equal"

Nabila let go of Shakil's hand and went back to the kitchen to get his food, and they returned to the room where Haris was still busy with his paper and laptop, Nabila also divided the salad into two men there with separate bowls, but both were unable to finish it because the acid in yogurt made the faces of Shakil and Haris turned wrinkled

with the pity of Nabila again he photographed the two good friends who were laughing to see their faces with each other...

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