The Ruler's Love Contract

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His afternoon...

The sky was clear, clouds were rising up in the sky. It seems like the change of weather in Turkey has been less friendly lately. My husband asked me to stay home. Because it looks like there's going to be an air storm. I asked him what he meant, he kissed me instead.

Now if I sit down, I have to spread both my legs. When sitting should also lean back using a pillow as the base. No longer could he sit up straight in front of people. My stomach has grown and made a boast if sitting for long. Therefore my husband outsmarted him by preparing a pillow behind my back as a place of backrest. He is a dream husband.

I don't know why it's not just nausea that I feel. I also have trouble moving faster. The movement in my womb has started to feel. It seems like they are increasingly filling the space that is in there. And as a mother-to-be, I can only enjoy it.

I happy. Obviously happy to be able to conceive the son of the man I love. My happiness is not wanting to feel it myself. I want to share it with someone else. Mum and Sis Jamilah are preparing something for me in the apartment ballroom. He said they'd invite the orphanage kids. Prayer will be held soon this afternoon.

"Why do you want to pee?"

Back and forth I went to the bathroom to make my husband who was sipping coffee in the living room realize it. He then approached me.

"Why Honey?" tanyanya holding both my arms from behind.

"I want to pee, huh!" I said then I went into the bathroom.

My husband is waiting outside. He was so attentive to my condition. "You want to buy pampers?" askinya.

I immediately cleaned the remains of urine. Intentionally use a cleanser*************natural made to avoid irritation.

"Oh ... This afternoon I went back and forth seven times to the bathroom." I went out of the bathroom limply.

My husband smiled and kissed me. "Patience yes. The spirit. I accompanied," he said to give me encouragement.

I'm nodding. But I feel like peeing again. "So what did you say? I don't hear much" I said.

"Oh, that." He remembered. "Buy pampers. We just buy diapers so we don't go back and forth to the bathroom."

"Eh?!" I was surprised too.

"Big size diapers do exist, honey. Instead of going back to the bathroom." He gave advice.

"But—"

Bell rings. I haven't been able to continue to say, suddenly the apartment bell rang.

"Just a moment."

He told me to open the door. I feel like going to the bathroom again. Yes already. Let him receive guests. At least his brother.

At 16:30 pm Turkish time and its surroundings...

For the first time I was able to meet my husband's brother Byrne. Now me, my husband and Byrne are sitting on the living room couch. I saw his face look pale. It looks like he's sick after being taken prisoner by the Russians. I dare not ask it myself.

"Ara is pregnant?" He asked me in a weak tone.

"Yes, Brother. Brother Byrne himself is a little pale. Is it sick?" ask me to vent. Rain who was sitting beside me was also aware of this question of mine.

"HAARP's getting into Byrne's act." Suddenly my husband said that.

I was pregnant. But because my husband is not an ordinary citizen, so must also compensate for all the discussion. He has a lot of busyness in the upper class that I sometimes don't understand about what. And now he's discussing HAARP with Byrne. Just makes me dizzy.

Honey, there's still time to talk about the device. Your wife just feels like this.

Shortly after, the apartment door opened from the outside. It turned out that my other husband's brother was the one who came. He came to the apartment with a hurried look. I don't know why.

"Rain, I got word from the organization." Again what I heard from the top.

"What news?" My husband turned to Owdie, and Byrne seemed to be waiting.

"Nick's. Nick is in surgery right now. He's got a gunshot wound." Owdie.

"What?!"

My husband was surprised to hear that too. So do I who can't believe this news. My husband then quickly closed his laptop and saw for himself the news received by Owdie. And Byrne looked anxiously awaiting the truth.

"God ...." My husband saw for himself how Nick is doing right now.

I peeked. But I dare not see clearly. My husband soon realized that I was pregnant. He immediately returned Owdie's phone so I wouldn't see Nick's condition.

"Byrne?" My husband turned to Byrne.

Byrne shook his head. He seemed unable to give an opinion at this moment. I think Byrne should have a checkup first to check his body condition. Is it true that he is suffering from an illness? I was worried that during his captivity he was tormented in a stuffy and dark room. Whether true or not, it is better for Byrne to check first his health.

Prayer in the apartment ballroom...

I dressed Kak Jamilah like a beautiful hijab princess. I wear a Turkish veil with a long robe. I was accompanied by him to the first floor of the apartment building. The place where the meeting room is located. It turned out that my husband rented this place for a joint prayer event.

I myself try to enjoy this all-enclosed outfit. My husband also seemed to be stealing my eyes from me. When I didn't see him, he saw me. When I saw him, he turned his eyes to his two brothers. It feels so funny. Though already will have children but feels like it is still in the approach stage. He's just-there.

The glue that I wore was a light cream color with a hijab that covered up to the chest. The hijab is beautiful with trinkets that decorate it. In the gamis there are also artificial pearls that adorn the chest. Luxurious already. I'm like the wife of the ruler.

The state of the ballroom itself is very crowded, filled with children aged three to fifteen years. But uniquely, the man and woman are separated. Jack arranged their seats. What a wonderful partnership between husband and wife. His wife dressed me so beautifully, while her husband arranged the room so neatly. I don't know how much they have to pay.

Byrne himself sat in the back corner with Owdie. They are not native to the Middle East, but they appreciate a common prayer event here. Both are wearing Turkish clothes. How handsome. If only they could join us.

"Ara, that!"

Jamilah always stood by me. He never got away from me. His two sons helped Jack hand out bread boxes to invited guests. What an amazing family. Until I finally saw someone in front of the meeting room door who was heavily guarded by several bodyguards. I was surprised, surprised to see it. The Turkish president came to this event.

My God?!!

It turns out that Kak Jamilah is the number one person in this country. I could have heard a lot of vehicles coming. It turned out to be the motorcade of Mr. President who came here. But, how can it be? Did my husband invite her? His arrival was an unexpected gift for us.