The Dandelion Motel
The terror!
That morning after being treated last night, the doctor allowed Rosaline to go home. But it should not be heavy activity and stress.
In addition, his diet must be strictly maintained and should not be late to take vitamins and prescribed drugs.
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"Where are we going?" rosaline asked as Leon and Dante took her down the aisle instead of up the stairs.
"Son Leon moved your room" replied Dante.
"Huh?" staring at her husband.
"From now on our room is downstairs. I don't want you to go up and down the stairs!"
"But I prefer our old room! I can see the view from the balcony!" rosaline Protest.
"Don't protest or I'll flinch!" snapping Leon.
"Aiiissshhh...wedge basics****n, why are you doing this?!"
"Reduce your habit of swearing, brother! Remember, you're pregnant!" dante's Omelette.
"Truely, Dante, you must learn to hold your mouth! I told you, our baby can hear it! I'm not at all happy, I'm just trying to be a good husband and father!"
"Aiiiiissshhh, why are you compact nagging me?!" Rosaline snatched a piece of.
"Why should I move rooms? You can carry me upstairs!" protest again.
"Son Leon has to go to the office! He can't always be next to my brother. Plus now brother is fatter. Kasian, Leon's brother, his waist can be twisted!" dante said honestly and innocently.
Leon actually wanted to say that as well, but he realized it would only trigger a war. So he chose to be quiet. But the thing is, Dante's mouth can't be compromised.
"Stomachy?!" Rosaline says she doesn't accept it.
A confused Leon had to say what, hurriedly opening the door of their new room.
"Indeed not as large as the top room, but that doesn't mean it's not good!" he said a bit.
His hand opened the bedroom window that led to the front yard of their house.
"It's cold in here, isn't it?" Leon stood in front of the window, enjoying the wind that directly hit his skin.
Rosaline did not care, she still glanced at him sharply.
The word 'fat' bothered him a lot!
"Rest! I'll have auntie prepare lunch." Leon said as he pulled Dante away with him.
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Rosaline wants to sleep, but Dante's words bother her a lot.
Fat, huh?
He got up and walked in front of the mirror, left-right, front-back.
The stomach is already somewhat visible if carefully considered.
He looked at his face as well, his cheeks were indeed somewhat bulging.
"What are you doing?" ask Leon at the door.
"My jaw! Do I look fat?" asked Rosaline to snatch.
"No!"
"You lied! Lookatme! Lookatme! Honestly answer"
"Hm"
Rosaline pulled her husband in front of the mirror.
"Look! My cheeks look fat, right? And my arm, since when is it this big? Aiiiissshh, I must be so ugly! Dante said, I'm not beautiful anymore!" Rosaline suddenly felt very down.
He sat on the edge of the bed upset, his mood in a mess!
"Who are you saying you're not beautiful anymore?" Leon knelt down and held his wife's hand.
"My wife is so pretty! You're the most beautiful! After all, why if your body is not slim first? There's our baby in here." Leon rubbed Rosaline's stomach.
"We have to feed it and make sure it gets plenty of nutrients. Baby, listen to me! All pregnant women experience weight gain. It must! Because our baby needs to eat. You don't want our baby starving?" Leon stroked softly on Rosaline's cheeks.
"But if I'm fat, you must be disgusted at me!"
"God, how can I be like that? Slim or fat you are my wife! You are my precious Rosaline! The mother of my baby-to-be! Stop worrying about things that are appropriate! Aunty has prepared lunch, let's eat!" Leon took Rosaline's hand to the dining room and even danced a chair for her.
Dante joins them, he sits in front of Rosaline while Leon is in the middle.
Rosaline was still upset at her sister for saying 'fat'.
Dante knew Rosaline loved salad so much, she took the initiative to scoop up the salad. But Rosaline pulled her plate away as Dante was about to put it on Rosaline's plate.
"Didn't you like salads?" ask Dante insensitively.
"I can take it myself!" answer Rosaline ketus.
The insensitive Dante put the salad on his plate and ate it himself, making Rosaline even more upset.
He slammed his spoon on the floor. Leon was aware, but he was too tired and lazy to serve him at this time. The advice of her doctor and her brother Daniel as well as articles about pregnancy she read on the internet ringed in her head.
Pregnancy makes women more sensitive and irritable. No need to be too dizzy. Let him vent his anger first, just calmed down.
Hormones oh hormones!
But if this continues, Leon can go crazy for a long time!
"What do you want to eat with?" tanyanya's confused.
"Hand!" answer Rosaline ketus.
"Hand? Brother want to eat soup with hands? Is your brother trying to break it?" Dante's still insensitive Rosaline is mad at him.
"Aiiiissshhh, wedge basics***n! Shut up, my head's dizzy!" Rosaline exploded.
"What exactly is sister? I got you a salad and a spoon, but you're angry!"
"Based on stupid rancid son of a bitch**n! You're the ugly and fat one!"
The dizzy Leon, who could only bang his forehead against the table with resignation, while Dante gawked in confusion staring at his brother crying and continued to scold him.
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"Honey..don't do this! Let's open the door....!" Leon knocked on the door of his new room.
"Sister..open the door! I'm sorry!" persuade Dante who has realized his mistake.
He kept knocking on the door, hoping that his only brother would open the door and accept his forgiveness.
After 30 minutes, the sound of the knocking stopped. Curious Rosaline eavesdropped behind the door. There is no sound out there anymore.
Somehow, despite being annoyed by their voices but he was now even more upset because they both gave up persuading him.
The woman slammed the lamp on the table angrily.
You guys certainly understand right. Before pregnancy alone she is no morals especially when pregnant, of course getting worse!
Rosaline's emotions in all things, even the breeze from the window that was blowing sepoyangnya.
He hurried to close it. But only his finger touched the end of the window, a face he hated appeared there, startling him!
That person is Dante!
His sister!
"My most beautiful brother..I'm sorry..I'm sorry your sister....!" Dante carries Rosaline's favorite ice cream and cake in his hand.
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Leon shook his head inexplicably watching his wife and sister-in-law sitting in a television room.
They even feed each other ice cream and cake into each other's mouths.
How could these 2 humans change so drastically after the super horrendous battle at the dining table just now?
Honestly, Leon was amazed!
"Ckckl...You must have bipolar!" leon tells Rosaline and Dante that he pretends not to listen.
They were engrossed in themselves as if Leon was just a shadow.
"Are I really pretty? You're not lying, are you?"
"of course! My most beautiful sister! I really didn't lie!" praise Dante while giving his thumbs up to Rosaline.
"You really are brothers! It's both weird and unpredictable! Ckck...." Leon passed to the room.
He was tired and wanted to rest. But just 15 minutes closed his eyes, the sound of door creaking and loud slings repeatedly disturbed him.
He left the room to find the source of the sound.
It turned out that the wind was playing with the open door of the living room.
Who opened it? thought.
He was about to close it when he found something lying down there.
A shoe box sized box.
Fretfully, Leon took it.
"That's what, brother?" ask Dante who was lured forward because of the sound.
"Of course."
He went to the page trying to find traces of the sender, but found nothing and no one.
Leon invites Dante to open the box outside the house, he does not want Rosaline to see it before making sure the contents are safe.
And sure enough, it contained a squirrel carcass with a torn stomach and a broken intestine drenched in blood.
Both of them closed their noses because of the smell.
Dante almost vomited and cried out in panic, if only Leon hadn't held him back.
Not only the carcass, tucked also a piece of paper with a strange pattern with writing using red ink.
It contains:
...Congratulations on your marriage!...
...I hope your happiness is taken away!...
...Like you took mine!...
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