Small Wife CEO

Chapter 90

Hueek hueeek, hueek,

The next day, Faishal woke up to the sound of people vomiting in the bathroom.

“Gosh babe.” As fast as lightning Faishal ran to the bathroom.

Yuck, huek. Just clear liquid out.

“Sayang.” Faishal helped Sheila by massaging her nape.

Yuck, huek. Sheila continued to try to remove her stomach contents that continued to be turbulent, even though only clear liquid came out.

After being content to spit it all out, Sheila leaned herself against the chest of her husband's field. “Euuungh, not good.” Syeila complains with glassy eyes.

Faishal who saw Sheila glazed with a slightly pale face immediately grabbed his body carrying onto the bed.

“Darling, how? Is anyone sick? I called the doctor?” Faishal is worried about Syeila's condition.

Syeila shook her head, “Help and elus are the only ones who. Don't want to be called a doctor.” By pointing at his stomach.

“But Which...”.

“No one wants to, no one wants to. Sheila wants to be hugged and in her stomach elus.” Sheila is stubborn.

Inevitably, Faishal went to lie down and began to hug Sheila and stroke her stomach. “Alright, you sleep again. It's still six in the morning. I'll allow your school.”

“Hemm.” Sheila just cleared her throat while enjoying the elusan from the big hands of her husband. While Faishal continued to stroke the stomach of Sheila until Sheila fell asleep again.

After making sure that Sheila was asleep, Faishal rushed to wash his face, then clean the apartment and then make porridge for his mustard seeds. And all of that only takes two hours.

Until eight o'clock, Faishal went back into the room trying to wake up Syeila, “Honey, wake up.”

“Eungggh.” Sheila nodded trying to open her eyes

“Come eat first darling.” Faishal who saw that Sheila was still a little pale immediately helped Syeila wake up.

“I bribe yes.” Syeila just nodded.

Aaaaaaa, when the spoon is thrust in front of Syeila's mouth, Sheila frowns, “Cock of porridge Which?”

“Yes, you are not feeling well. That's why I made porridge.”

Because Sheila was very males and mager, Syeila finally just obeyed in a bribe by her husband with porridge.

Faishal very painstakingly fed his mustard seeds, seen occasionally Faishal clean the rest of the porridge that stuck around the lips of Sheila.

Finished eating with his porridge, Faishal offered a warm tea drink. “How dear? Is anyone still sick?”

Sheila shook her head, “No. But Syeila males where the. Syeila wants a day in bed.”

“But you really don't hurt Yang? Do I really need to call a doctor?”

“No darling. Syeila is no papa kok.” Sheila showed her best smile.

“The Go. You just overslept. I'll work from here.” Before Faishal stepped out of bed, Faishal's hand was held by Sheila.

“Where are you?”

“Ke workspace. I have a meeting that's in half an hour.”

Syeila's lips pursed, “This is it? Accompany Syeila here yes. It works from here, right? You'll want a reunion.”

Yes, Sheila already knew that her husband had a reunion today. And Syeila decided not to come. Because only a few of Faishal's friends knew that Sheila was Faishal's wife.

“Well baby, I'll stay in the room.” Sheila who heard it was delighted, and Sheila rushed down from the bed.

Before Syeila got off, Faishal exclaimed, “Where are you going?”

“Mau shower. Let no smell of acem near you Yang.” Sheila grinned the horse then passed to the bathroom. And Faishal focused on his work before meeting with his employees.

Half an hour of Syeila was fragrant and fresh. Soon Sheila crawled to the bed where Faishal was. Faishal who was leaning was seen doing a meeting.

Sheila threw herself down beside Faishal, then slowly grabbed Faishal's hand. “Iang, his hand dong, want Syeila hug,” whispered Sheila slowly.

Faishal only complied. Because he was currently busy paying attention to the proges reported by his subordinates.

Sheila grabbed Faishal's left hand and held it. Sheila made a pattern of abscissa patterns along the back to Faishal's arms.

Up to an hour and a half later Faishal's affair was over, but Sheila was still engrossed in his activity of making abstract pattern patterns along Faishal's arms.

Faishal who just realized that his mustard seeds were busy with his arm immediately exclaimed, “Darling, you from earlier did not sleep?”

“Syeila is not sleepy.” Accompanied by Syeila.

While glancing at the wall clock that looks like it's eleven o'clock in the afternoon, “Hmmm, darling I have to go to the reunion event. Are you really not coming?”

“Ngak ah. Syeila's at home. Today Syeila is tired and mager.” Faishal chuckled at the words tired and mager. Jeez is tired of what sheilanya is. The feeling of the morning had not yet gone out of the room.

“Hmm alright, I want to be ready first huh?” Syeila just nodded. It didn't take long, Faishal was ready to head to the place of the reunion.

Faishal approaches Syeila, “Honey, I'm leaving huh? You also have ordered lunch, you wait ya.” Sheila nodded and cleared her throat, “Hmmm.”

“Oh yes, what time will I go home?” continued Sheila

“Maximum seven hours a night. We will have dinner together, yes.” Syeila nodded in response.

Cup, Faishal gives sophistication and grace to Sheila before really leaving her apartment.

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At the place of the reunion, Faishal looks busy helping his friend prepare everything that is lacking, until the sound of people greeting him, is heard,

“Ai.” Faishal froze at the call. Without even looking, Faishal knew who was calling.

Slowly but surely Faishal turned his head back to look at the person who called out to him.

Deg, Faishal's heart ripples. Finally, after five years they meet again. Faishal just silently looked at the person in front of him.

No response from Faishal, back the person made a sound with glassy eyes, “Ai, I'm sorry. I have something to tell you. And before that anyone wants to meet you Ai.”

Again Faishal just silence noiseless, “Ai, talk. Do not be silent like..” Not finished the person spoke suddenly there was a small child who ran while exclaiming, “Papaa.”

Grep, the little boy hugged Faishal's leg tightly, “Yeee akhilnya Nola beltemu papa. Yeyy yeyy yeyy.”

Faishal was again startled, seeing the little girl who was tightly hugging his legs, and,

Deg, Faishal's heart was like a hammer. By looking at the face of the little girl who was tightly hugging her legs, Faishal already knew who her parents were.

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TB