The Married With You [MARZEL]

Sixty eight

[02:15]

Zelia who was sleeping immediately opened her eyes when she suddenly felt nauseous, the woman got out of bed in a hurry and entered her bathroom.

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The woman continued to let out her entrails despite being just water, she held her head that felt heavy. Her body immediately felt powerless, Zelia leaned against the wall to support her.

His stomach continued to be nauseous, until again he had to vomit. Maybe this is indeed a common thing experienced by pregnant women, but she is still too shocked. Because in the first pregnancy Zelia did not experience nausea or cravings at all.

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Marvel who heard the sound of people throwing up so many times immediately opened his eyes wide, he glanced next to him and it turned out that Zelia was not there. He walked into the bathroom.

"Darling, still nauseous?"marvel asked while massaging Zelia's nape as she watched the woman continue to spit out her entrails. He stood behind his wife propping up the woman's almost unsteady body.

Zelia washed her face, then stared at the reflection of herself and Marvel from the large mirror before her. Can he see, his lips are now pale with my face."It's not good for her stomach."

"Will I vomit again?"

Zelia shook her head slowly and turned her body, looking at Marvel wistfully."Sleepy," muttered Zelia while leaning her head against Marvel's chest.

Marvel kissed the top of his wife's head in love, then carried her body into her sling."Sleep again, huh?"bargain Marvel while walking back to his bed.

"He'em," Zelia answered, causing Marvel to drop her directly into bed.

"You hug," he continued, stretching out his hands, making Marvel chuckle softly and hugged his wife's body tightly.

Zelia kept swiping her nose on Marvel's exposed chest, making the empress laugh softly with her behavior."He said he'd sleep, hm?"

"Not so," said Zelia with her funny face while looking at Marvel.

"Keep what, baby?"ask Marvel patiently to face Zelia's often fickle attitude in an instant.

"Emm, that peeper but afraid that you might get angry," Zelia replied as she played her finger on Marvel's chest in an abstract form.

"What, hm?"bewildered Marvel lowered his head to see his wife's beautiful face.

"The driver ate a chocolate-flavored peanut martabak" Zelia revealed with teary eyes. He's biting his lips scared Marvel's mad, but it's midnight and he's asking for martabak?

Marvel closed his eyes for a moment then grabbed his phone on the nightstand, saw the clock turned out to be only 02:45."It's still malem, no one's still open."

"Yaudah, no papa, really."Zelia immediately turned her body, her eyes began to drip a clear liquid that had been held until long before her sobbing was heard.

Marvel immediately panicked, he thought his wife was sleeping again turned out to be crying?"Honey, okay I'm looking for it."

"Don't cry, I'm looking for it now" Marvel continued as he got out of bed wearing a t-shirt and grabbed his car keys and approached his wife.

"I'm cariin, you don't cry" Marvel said, wiping his wife's tears but instead of stopping crying, she grew sobbing.

"Why, hm? I'm looking for it now, "persuade Marvel who's getting freaked out.

"You're evil! Want to buy a martabak don't jump on me! That, yeah. Just tell me you want to find a new wife,"chattering Zelia with her stuffing makes Marvel have to be privileged many times.

"I want a chocolate-flavored peanut martabak" replied Zelia with her round eyes that kept dripping with clear liquid.

"Jude, I bought it first, huh?"said Marvel gently as he rubbed his wife's wet cheeks.

"So you are?! No intention of buying, si! Time to buy martabak malem-malem itself, you want to cheat?!"accuse Zelia of looking at Marvel in annoyance.

"God, baby! How do I buy it if I don't? Is there a martabak at home?"confused Marvel who had begun to feel emotion, but he held it because he knew his wife was pregnant.

"Yes, you fuck me, cake! Look out for me pregnant again you want to find something more beautiful, "grumbled Zelia while turning her face away.

Marvel who heard that immediately laughed out loud."Oh, so you're actually coming, hm? By the way, honey."

"Yes, you're not talking!"pissed Zelia.

"Jude, come on."Marvel walked into the closet and gave his wife a jacket that Zelia wore.

The two of them walked down the stairs to the car, Zelia just wearing a shoe-linger covered in a jacket.

"It's so quiet, baby."Marvel continues to drive forward his car while staring right-left hoping there are still martabak sellers on the side of the road.

Zelia was the same, she looked to the right-left but nil. Even from earlier the streets they passed were very quiet there was not a single human.

"How come?"said Zelia while pursing her lips with a lethargic face. Honestly he really wanted to eat martabak, just imagine he was impatient.

"We're home, huh? Tomorrow morning there will be, "persuade Marvel to slow down the speed of his car.

Zelia let out a heavy sigh, she actually wanted to eat now but could not be forced as well. Because it is still midnight, so until any time will not find a martabak seller before morning.

"Yaudah" Zelia replied.

Marvel clasped his wife's hand and kissed her."You're not papa, are you?"

"Yes, no papa."

"Hm," muttered Marvel and turned the car around to get home.

He glanced at the clock on his phone, just 03:34. His eyes really felt heavy, just imagine at 02 pm he had to wake up because his wife did not stop vomiting. Then asked martabak until finally he had to desperately resist sleepiness for the sake of driving a car.

Marvel parked his car in the garage, he looked over and it turned out that Zelia had fallen asleep again. Not wanting to disturb her, she chose to take Zelia into her carriage to the room.

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After closing the door to his room, Marvel lowered his wife to the bed. Helped take off the woman's jacket and she went to sleep next to him. Pulling Zelia's body into his arms.

Marvel stared fixedly at Zelia's peaceful face, observing every inch of her face that looked almost perfect in her eyes. His hand was raised to rub his thick eyebrows, then went down past his pointed nose and stopped at his natural pink lips.

He further advanced his face to the distance between the two until finally his lips stuck to Zelia's slightly open lips. Marvel simply pressed his lips together without moving.

Her hands slid down and slipped into Zelia's fingers, rubbing her lamentousy belly as she began to move her lips. He pressed his head to deepen his kiss, but it made Zelia's sleep disturbed.

"Eunghhh,"grugged Zelia while pulling Marvel's hair. I don't know when that man was on it.

Marvel's conscious Zelia was distracted instantly distancing her face."Still sleepy, hm?"

Zelia just nodded slowly with her eyes still closed, but her hands were still perfectly circular around Marvel's neck. Seeing his wife fall asleep again, Marvel finally chose to sleep, bringing the woman's body into his arms.