Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

33. Kiara Sick?

The woman beside Habibie had been silent since, nothing coming out of her mouth, he really only focused on staring at the streets that had begun to be crowded with vehicles because this was approaching the hours of returning to work.

"Have you confirmed our meeting with Mr. Hermawan's secretary?" Eventually the silence broke just because of Habibie's question to his wife. Ekh, errata. His secretary.

"It's over!" replied Kiara ketus. Without Habibie realizing it, the woman's face had started to turn deathly pale. Kiara closed her eyes for a while. However, just about to arrive in the dreamland, the woman had to be re-awakened because their car had arrived in front of the restaurant Habibie meant.

"You're down or not!" Habibie's question was more like a sarcastic statement.

That guy is totally outrageous. Kiara wasn't lounging. But her lower stomach is cramping. It was very painful and disturbing.

"I'm going down!" kiara replied briefly. The woman tried to normalize her steps. Follow the husband who has walked first. Obviously, Kiara will drown when viewed from the front. He's hidden behind Habibie's wide, sturdy back.

" Assalamu'alaikum. Good afternoon, sir!" greet Habibie. Kiara bowed and smiled.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Abie. Please sit!"

Habibie nodded at this. He started to get stale and eventually got to the core chatter. A lot of things they discussed, Habibie seemed to really enjoy it, but one thing she ignored, Kiara. The woman began to sweat coldly. His body is getting weaker. The woman can still smile even though her body has given a bad signal.

"I'm sorry for a minute!" Kiara. The woman went to look for the toilet. If he's not wrong, this is his monthly period. Kiara couldn't be wrong because she had a consistent monthly guest schedule.

"Can benaran. Fortunately, the umbrella was ready before it rained."

Kiara moved back, the woman standing in front of the sink, staring at her face intently until a rough gasp of breath came out of her mouth. Both of his hands were outstretched, washing his face so as not to be too lackluster, slapping his cheeks several times in the hope that it would slightly forget the pain in his lower abdomen.

"Mom!" greet someone suddenly. "Bak's fine, isn't he?"

Kiara looked over and smiled. "I'm fine, Mom."

"But his face was pale. If she wants to, I can take her to the nearest hospital."

Kiara shook her head confidently. He still had to take responsibility with his duties, there was no way he would leave Habibie when the man was not done with the job today.

"Thank you, Mom. I still have to work. Excuse me first!"

The mothers wanted to hold Kiara down but Kiara had already stepped out of the toilet. "Is it possible that he was forced to work too hard? What if he pressured his boss."

The middle-aged woman also came out of the toilet. He also has to go back to his friends.

"Is your secretary okay, Mr. Abie. Sorry if I was sassy. But he seems to be unwell."

Habibie smiled, she turned her head towards Kiara who was just about to approach her. Just wanting to speak, the woman was already staggered.

"You okay?" habibie asked holding his wife's arm. He looked down, wanting to see the wife's face but Kiara instead brushed his hand away.

"Go back and finish your job. I can't go home if you haven't finished your work!" His soft voice sounded like a whisper in the man's ear.

After nearly 40 minutes, Habibie ended the meeting. He apologized for not being able to linger. After all, everything he had shortened but was still very clear, so Habibie thought, Mr. Hermawan would not be bothered by it either.

"Thank you, sir! I will sign the contract after thinking about this again!" said the man. He glanced at Kiara, the woman again smiling even though Hermawan knew that Kiara was forced to do that.

....

Outside the private room. Habibie looked back. He looked at everything, looking at the extremely limp Kiara like without any energy.

"I'll help you!" said Habibie holding his wife. Kiara just kept quiet, not resisting because the pain was getting worse. Perhaps due to being too tired and stressed, the pain is more severe than usual.

Everyone's attention was sidetracked just because Habibie and Kiara were just about to step out of the restaurant. Not a few who feel that, also many who hold a smile, amazed because of the actions carried out by Habibie. They just didn't know how tormented Kiara was during her time beside the man.

"We go to the hospital first, Ali!" Habibie's Order.

"Not to!" lirih Kiara's. "I'm just coming to the moon. No need to overdo it!"

"But your face is pale, Kiara. You're also very limp. How could something like this be said only!"

Kiara exhaled a rough breath. The woman shifted, sat on the edge of the seat and lay sideways with her head on her husband's lap.

"Let it be like this. I have neyri reliever at home!"

Habibie can't fight anymore. He took off the suit he was wearing to cover his thighs as well as his wife's lower body. Habibie doesn't know what to do when women come to the moon. Even though he was married, God had never given him the chance to go through such times.

"Sorry before, sir. I have a little sister, she has always been like this when it comes to the moon! Master can help Madame Kia to rub her stomach. God willing, it can ease the pain that Madam felt a little."

"Really?"

"Yes, Sir!"

Habibie lowered his head, he again saw the ringing on Kiara's face. The hand pulled the rough tie then stretched out its hand to stroke the wife's stomach. Unexpectedly, Kiara pulled the hand, bringing it down a bit which made Habibie suddenly hot cold. His heart was pounding so fast, this feeling, why it always popped up when he was doing a physical touch with his wife.

"Hand Mas Abie warm. Please swipe around Mas!" This request is very simple but certainly not for Habibie.

"Emmm... okay!" nervous answer.

Ali who was behind the wheel smiled. Seeing the nervousness on Habibie's face made him feel that Kiara still had a chance. It might be a bit long, but whenever it was, Habibie would definitely be able to accept Kiara in his life. Merely, whether Kiara is strong or not, no one knows about it yet.

"Mass ...!"

"Hmmm .. don't stop!"

"I'm working on it, Kiara."