That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Two pregnant women

Three days of the best treatment in the hospital, making Mayang's condition even better. Until finally the doctor allowed him to go home, but with a note he had to rest completely for at least the next month to strengthen his uterus.

Similarly, Brian, after several days of choosing to work from home and representing all the work outside to Billy, finally he decided to enter the office to work again.

Although it felt heavy, Brian ventured to leave his wife after Mayang managed to convince him. Although anxiety and worry often pervaded Brian's heart, to foster an excessive protective attitude of the man to the wife.

Within a day he even contacted his wife dozens of times. Including increasing the number of surveillance cameras in every corner of his residence just to monitor every movement his wife made.

Previously he did not even give his wife permission to get out of bed and walk. Brian prepared for himself everything that his wife needed, including carrying her when she had to go to the bathroom. Brian actually followed all the doctors' advice. He wanted to take care of his wife with his own hands.

Facing the pile of files in front of him made Brian feel dizzy himself. Today's work felt really exhausting for him. Especially because his divided mind makes it difficult to focus on work.

"Bill," called Brian to his secretary who was sitting in his chair.

"Well, how can I help you?" Billy moved from his place and stepped closer to Brian who was at his desk.

Brian leaned his back and relaxed on the back of the chair. "Find information about a pregnant woman's favorite foods. I want to bring food to my wife." Say it with a command tone.

Billy nodded slowly then took the phone from behind his suit. Already about to press the screen from his phone, Billy suddenly undo it after thinking about something in his head. "Why don't you just buy her favorite food? Not all pregnant women like the same foods, right?" Ask later in a stern tone.

"That's the problem!" Brian's half-screaming voice while pounding the table surprised Billy until the phone in his hand almost slipped from his grasp.

"After pregnancy my wife loves to eat." Ignoring Billy's shock, Brian continued. "But I don't know what his favorite food is. Ms. Kus said, whatever the chefs serve at home, he always eats with greed. Haha ...! My wife was a eater of everything." Brian chuckles funny.

Billy grunting. "Then what now? Still need to get some information?" Billy asked for certainty. His hand seemed ready to touch the search button on his phone screen.

"Bill Bill, are any of our employees pregnant? Bring it here if there is. I want to ask him directly."

"Good." Billy nodded politely before leaving.

* * *

With raging misgivings and a huge question mark filling the head, two women with distended stomachs were walking up to Billy from behind. The two looked at each other and asked each other through sign language. The senior simply shrugged and shook his shoulders in response.

Being pregnant makes both of them think something bad is going to happen. A letter of dismissal they will definitely receive.

I don't know why this feels unfair. Even though they are pregnant, they do their job well. Pregnancy is not a reason for women to laze at work if the baby is well conceived in there.

But what are the power of those who are only small employees. An increasingly distended stomach must be a consideration of the feasibility of the quality and quantity of their work. Not infrequently people who doubt someone just because they are two-bodied.

Although it looks calm, but the woman with a neat suit jacket who served as HRD was secretly harboring anxiety with this sudden summoning. If he is usually the one who always accepts new employees and takes care of employee dismissal, maybe today his karma is accepted.

"Thank you, sir" said the two women as Billy opened the door and invited them in.

And it's true. Their conjecture is further strengthened as Brian greets them with his meaningful gaze toward their distended stomachs hidden behind a pregnant shirt. And not towards the face.

"Good morning by noon sir" said the two simultaneously with bowed faces, trying to hide the tension.

Awkward, both of them try to close the open end of the suit because it is not fit to force buttoning it. But whatever the power, trying to hide is also free.

"Why stand there? Sit here. Do you not feel heavy if you stand too long with your big belly?" With a smile Brian invited the two women who were standing at the door with facial expressions looking so resigned.

The two women glanced at each other before the two stepped towards the chair across from Brian's work chair. Although still feeling confused, at least the warm welcome of their big boss did not end in dismissal as they had expected.

"How many months is your pregnancy?" Without further ado Brian asked after the two sat down comfortably.

"I've been seven months, sir." Answer the woman who works in the marketing division immediately, after glancing at her senior who sat in the right seat.

"If I am, eight months street sir." Turn HRD also replied, then biting his lower lip looks anxious. He held his hands soaked in sweat, trying to hide them out of sight. He looked down at his unconscious hands squeezing each other.

Sitting leaning back in a relaxed position, Brian stared at the two women before him in turn. The sound of the knock of his fingers that collided with the work desk made the atmosphere of the previously silent workspace feel increasingly gripping. Surely only for the two women who bowed stiffly.

"What foods do you like when you first get pregnant?" An unexpected question that was actually thrown from the lips of the man who now put on the friendly face.

Looking up quickly, the two again looked at each other. Still do not understand where their conversation will go. But both try to answer honestly what their boss wants to know.

"At your gestational age, have you not applied for leave?" Brian then glanced at Billy who appeared to be standing on his left side. "Aren't you giving them maternity leave, Bill?!" Half interrogating, Brian looked at Billy suspiciously.

"Ah that's not true sir, I was just about to apply for leave after my pregnancy stepped on the ninth month." HRD is quick to avoid misunderstandings.

"We're still strong enough to work as usual, sir, so there's nothing to worry about." Add another woman.

"In addition to our pregnancy conditions, we feel privileged in this company Sir. It really lightened our work. We sincerely thank you for all the policies you have made. We as employees feel very cared about. Because this company really guarantees the welfare of all employees involved here." The woman who said Adinda on her identification sign spoke with a happy twinkle that emanated from the look in her eyes. No trace of lies or making up.

Brian just threw a thin smile at the two women who were staring at him full of admiration and admiration. Let them both continue their work again. Do not forget also the apology for making them surprised by this sudden call.

The two women who had previously entered with pale-looking faces, were now seen coming out with smiles of happiness emanating from their faces.

The woman who read Nilam on her identification card stopped her steps after some distance left the President's room. And automatically make his senasip friend who had preceded him a few steps stopped and turned to approach.

"Why did it suddenly stop? You don't suddenly want to give birth, do you?!" Tanyanta was astonished as he looked at Nilam who was standing glued to the eye.

"Can you slap me now?" Pinta Nilam. There is something he wants to make sure of.

"Huh?! You crazy?" Adinda clucked in wonder.

"Quick my slap." Urge Nilam impatiently while shaking Adinda's arm slowly, making the woman shook her head in surprise.

"Well, if that makes you self-conscious." He raised his hand a little high. "Hi Satan who is attached to Nilam's body, come out now ...! Plaque!"

"Aooow! Sick Dinda! Why slap me so hard?!" Nilam squealed in pain as he gently rubbed his cheek which imprinted the five fingers of Adinda's hand there.

"Partially, where there are people who are slapped even ease!" Decak Adinda while folding both hands on the chest. "So you're conscious now?"

"Ih you think I'm a real tambet!" Sergey Nilam with a high tone of voice. But soon he silenced his mouth while glancing around.

"Don't be so hard." Adinda warned in a whispering tone while putting her index finger on her lips. Then he pulled Nilam's arm and took him away from there.

"I'm just making sure I'm not dreaming, right??" Nilam rounded his eyes wide looking at Adinda after the two were in the elevator. "Gosh he's handsome once in a while." Nilam cupped his own face while chestnut. "I've only seen it so close. Even he cheered me. His hands were very soft, even softer than silk."

"Don't you, I who have often met face to face with him is still always fascinated when I meet. Especially face to face as close as before. You know what I imagine every time I look him in the face?" Adinda brought her face closer to Nilam. "I want to pinch her cheek ...! Her cheeks are adorable." Adinda smiled with admiration and did not realize her fingers were squeezing each other. "If he wasn't our boss, I might have pinched my cheeks every day."

"Nice you." Fuck Nilam while squinting.

"But there's no way I'm doing it, Nilam. He's our boss." Chuckling, Adinda nudged Nilam's body a little hard.

Adinda who has a hobby of exercise also has enough energy as a woman. Until the movement that he thought was just a small movement turned out to make Nilam's body stagger sideways to hit the elevator wall.

"Good, Dinda!" Nilam's screeches made Adinda who was laughing at herself while turning her face was realized and immediately helped Nilam stand upright.

"Sorrys sorry. I didn't mean it" he said guiltily.

"Knew about kidding." While cutting down, Nilam rubbed his banged arm.

"I'm sorry, don't grimace like people want it to." God while smiling.

Before long, the elevator clinks and the door opens. Nilam grabbed the wrist of Adinda who was about to go out and hold her. Adinda turned her head and looked at Nilam full of question marks.

"Do you know what I was thinking while working here?" Ask Nilam with a smile as sweet as sugar.

"What?" Ask the lazy Adinda. But his eyes looked at Nilam suspiciously.

"I want to name my son Brian." He answered while glancing his eyes.

"Crazy!"

Seriate