The Love Of Aurora
Part 45's
The motorbike that Zayn proposes has entered the courtyard of the house he once occupied during college yesterday. He was still able to freely enter the house owned by his grandmother Tommy because he was still trusted to occupy the house when he returned to Jakarta.
Zayn looks very tired, the air journey taken for an hour and a half from Batam to Jakarta is felt to be very tiring body that lately easily hurt. If he is not clever to rest his body even for a moment, it could be that his nausea will return. As he began to feel at this moment.
The man just ran towards the bathroom that was inside his room regardless of Ara following him anxiously.
Hueeek.....
Cold sweat was felt all over Zayn's body. After a few minutes of successfully removing all the contents of his stomach, Zayn immediately laid his body that had been limp on his bed.
The man was seen sighing repeatedly, and occasionally staring at Ara who accompanied him sat on the edge of the bed.
"You sick?" Ara questioned him while wiping away the sweat droplets that drenched Zayn's handsome face with her bare hands.
Zayn shook his head while smilingly looking at his girl. "I'm just tired." The man said that.
Instantly Ara immediately rushed to hug Zayn's body which was still lying down. "Next time you don't have to make it here. Quite often video calls I'm really happy. I don't want to see you get sick like this anymore."
Zayn was silent, he just enjoyed the warm embrace of his lover through gently rubbing Ara's back.
Ara broke her embrace. He stared fixedly at the face of Zayn who returned sparkling not as pale as before. "Hmm, what do you want to eat, let me make it," he bargained so eagerly.
"Buy me pick up at the end of the road ahead of there." Already a favorite snack of Zayn every time he finished vomiting, he was always confused to want to eat pickles that felt could refresh his taste again.
"No need to ah! After vomiting gini your stomach must be empty, even want to eat sour. You have a stomachache instead," Ara refused.
"Yes already." Zayn looks resigned even though he actually already ngeces first imagine eating the pickle.
"Is this true also part of the couvade syndrome? I'm nauseous, sometimes dizzy too, and now does this include cravings? Anyway today I have to make sure of this to Ara." Zayn struggled alone with his thoughts.
"Dear." Ara shook Zayn's shoulders which looked dreamy.
"What's wrong?" Zayn sat down.
"Hmm, not so."
"Bikin just curious. What the hell is it?" The man framed Ara's face with both of his hands, extremely anxious.
"We don't go to the cafe." Ara said it quietly, like she was holding something she was hiding.
"Why not be? I'm okay with it."
Ara shook her head weakly, the girl's lips looking paled. "My stomach mules" he said, pressing on his own stomach.
"Oh, chepet gih." Zayn signaled his gaze towards the bathroom.
"Not." Ara was getting more and more in pain. Seen occasionally he bit his lower lip is not strong enough to withstand the pain felt increasingly becoming.
"You're PMS?" He asked her who wished her that she was experiencing it.
Ara did not say anything, she crawled up to the bed, laying down her body that was no longer strong to sit down. Alternately Zayn is now staring anxiously at his lover.
Ara was still moaning in pain, the pain she was experiencing at this time was completely different from the feeling when she was experiencing PMS. Zayn's hand was moved to stroke Ara's stomach, unable to bear to see her girl moaning in pain.
Ara seemed to improve after the man stroked her stomach. Zayn also realized that, although he actually felt astonished, but most importantly today his girl was fine.
"Where is it good?" Zayn asked his girl who was seen sighing, feeling a miracle after getting a gentle swipe of Zayn's hand on her stomach.
"It." Ara's face looks red. How could his stomach mules be cured by Zayn's hand rub? Even now the man's hand still did not move from the surface of his flat stomach.
"Are you getting caught?" Zayn questioned him again, the man would continue to ask before obtaining his certainty today as well.
Ara just shook her head, then she jumped to sit while reaching for her phone that was in her pants pocket.
The girl looked carefully at the calendar on her cell phone. His gaze seemed to be thinking, he immediately remembered the message of doctor Rima, the doctor who examined him when he was sick yesterday.
"If you have time, come to the hospital. There's something I want to say." Even the short message sent by doctor Rima to Ara's phone was still not responded to by her.
"Tomorrow at 11 I'll see the doctor." Ara replies to the message of doctor Rima who has become the mainstay doctor of the family Haris Rahardian.
"Who's chat_an?" Zayn started kepo.
"Doctor Rima." Ara said while staying focused looking at the calendar on her phone screen.
"You want to check?" Zayn grabbed Ara's face to look back at her.
Ara nodded briefly. "Why? Because of the pain just now?" Zayn really has to the maximum.
"It's just a regular consultation." Ara seemed to force her smile, Zayn could feel the change.
Zayn's outstretched hand stroked Ara's head before she kissed gently on her lover's forehead. Ara just fell silent, for some reason at this time it is better to be closed than to think about things that are not necessarily true.
Zayn stared guiltily at his girl who had fallen asleep so quickly. Then he also laid his body beside the girl while carrying her in his arms.
Ara woke up, their neutrals clashed with each other for quite a long time. Feeling the warmth that spread throughout the bodies of two pairs of human children. Enjoy the longing embrace of loved ones.
"Never hide anything from me. Tell me whatever it is, I'm always there for you." Zayn rained down on Ara's forehead again with his warm kiss.
Ara simply nodded while then immersing her face on the chest of Zayn's field that was tightly grasping her.
Soon they entered a different natural atmosphere. Brought beautiful dreams of their future relationship that both chant do'a to be able to be a soul mate that has been written by God in his destiny.
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