The Prospective In-laws became my Husband

Chapter 8 Attention

"No matter, you better go back to sleep now. To get your condition better soon. Tomorrow we go to the doctor to check your uterus" said Jonathan menukas.

"No Om, Miranda just takes a shower and goes to school. Today there is a daily test that Miranda cannot stay!"

"What's? Are you sure you still want to go to school?" Jonathan looked doubtfully at his little wife.

Miranda nodded, She was sure that her friends still did not know the least about the condition of her pregnancy. Indeed these two days he did not go to school with reason sick.

Jonathan doesn't really want that, but it looks like Miranda is leaving her school that's two months away.

"In that case, let Om prepare some warm water for a moment!"

Jonathan passes leaving Miranda glued to him. But soon, Miranda decides to follow Jonathan to the bathroom.

It was actually so cold that it stabbed into the bottom of the bone. But Miranda has to take a shower because she hopes to finish her studies. Because Miranda also hopes her parents, still have a sense of pride to have it.

Can make it someday he can continue to study with college to a higher level even though it is far from the dreams of Miranda herself who honestly currently does not have a penny.

"Battle now then!" Tell Jonathan to just walk away from the room. After turning off two hot and cold showers that he turned on simultaneously.

"Om OK!"

While waiting for Miranda to finish her bath and put on her uniform, Jonathan immediately went to the kitchen to cook. Not that she doesn't have a maid. But some time ago his domestic assistant asked for leave because his son was sick. So inevitably, Jonathan who has expertise in all of those things did it alone.

Although he looked busy, Jonathan took the time to look at women the age of his son. Sometimes there was a strange feeling in Jonathan's mind about why he should marry the young girl.

"You just wait at the dinner table, you'll be served there soon!"

"Let me help, Om?" Barat Miranda, who was approaching Jonathan. But he immediately became nauseous when he inhaled the smell of the food.

Miranda immediately ran to the sink nearby and again spewed out the contents in her stomach. Jonathan who did not have the heart to deftly massage the nape of Miranda.

"Are you okay, Mir?" Jonathan checked the temperature on the woman's forehead with patience.

After washing and wiping his mouth with a handkerchief from the bag of the high school uniform he was preparing, Miranda smiled at Jonathan, "Gak papa Om, sorry Miranda can't help Om cook!"

Jonathan nodded his head, no problem for him with that. What matters is that Miranda is fine in her eyes - that's more than enough for Jonathan.

Not wanting Miranda to be nauseous again, Jonathan offers something Miranda might want now. Of course Jonathan thought like that considering how Melinda craved a lot when she started pregnant Bara, the son who was waiting for them when they were married first.

"Do you want other food? Let's find it together?"

Miranda shook her head, not unwilling. But he did not want to make it difficult for the man who should be his father-in-law if he asked for something strange.