The Ruler's Love Contract

Mind Switch

The function of the ballroom is actually as a dance floor space. But, as time goes by, ballroom is not only used for dancing. Seminars, meetings, even large meetings use a ballroom to make the capacity bigger. It is evident that today many children from orphanages come to pray together. There might be around two to three hundred people.

This large ballroom witnessed my encounter with the number one man in Turkey. I really can't believe I'm going to see him in person. If you were here, you would be very happy to meet one of the Ottoman descendants. But baby, there's no mother. You can't accompany me here.

Son, look. Who is coming.

I rubbed my stomach while praying in my heart so that my children could become respected leaders of friends and opponents. I don't know what the future of my children will be. But may my prayer be granted as a mother's prayer for her children. I am sure the merciful Lord will grant all prayers as long as a servant does not despair of HIS mercy. Is He Not Rich?

"Ara, we're just here, Dek. Let your husband see Mr. President." Jamilah asked me to stay in place and not welcome Mr. President.

I'm nodding. I just sat in front of the stage with Kak Jamilah and also accompanied by the orphanage children who came. This evening we will pray together. Hopefully the show will be smooth without obstacles.

A few hours later...

The night finally came sprinkled with stars that shone brightly in the midst of darkness. My stomach felt nauseous again after finishing the prayer together. It was fine as if nothing had happened. But now it feels amazing. I had to stand for a long time in front of the sink to relieve his nausea. It's unexpected to experience something like this.

My head was dizzy, my stomach was nauseous, feeling stiff and also weak. After trying to wash my face, I immediately went back to the room and sat down on the edge of his bed. I took a nausea reliever and took it right away. Looks like I won't be able to escape the medicine to relieve this nausea. Pity for those who are there. They must have also drunk his saripati.

"Dear, don't be naughty. I'm drowning here."

Then I lay down by leaning my back on the head of the bed. I waited until the medicine worked inside my body. I take a deep breath to relieve the nausea and dizziness that hit. Not long after my husband came knocking on the door. I also let him in.

"Darling?" He rushed over to me and checked my forehead. "Darling, are you okay?" tanyanya's worried.

He sat next to me and asked. I don't know why the question isn't so I like it. I've been limp like this but he still asks with the sentence, Are you okay? I feel angry but also powerless. Maybe my husband could not compose a sentence of questions after attending the prayer together earlier. He must be tired too. So I tried to cover it up.

"Hey! Your son is really naughty. He kicked my stomach!" I said while rubbing my stomach.

I try to vent this often fickle mood by turning to another conversation. My husband also looked astonished. He immediately lay on his stomach beside me like he wanted to shoot long range.

"Dear dad, don't be so son. Poor mom. I've been in pain here." He's pecking my stomach.

Not knowing why when he came and peeked at my stomach, the pain and weakness I felt could be a little treated. Like a miracle in the middle of a long drought that suddenly rains a day. Is this a form of bond between father and son? When the father came, the baby was calm.

"Have the show finished?" ask me to the rain who is now chatting with his two children in my stomach.

He's looking at me. "It has. Jack and his wife are handling the show until it's over. I can be here now" he replied with a big smile.

He's this. Wanted to entertain me apparently.

"Sir President can only come for a moment huh? After the magrib prayer with him went straight home," I murmured.

Husband nodded. "He's got a lot of business, honey. That's all I'm so grateful that he came. I didn't expect more." Husband reveals.

"You invited him yourself?" ask again.

He's nodding. "Before signing an agreement with the Ministry of Mines, I accidentally met him in the Minister's room. Conversation for a while and then submit an invitation just in case after this will hold a thanksgiving event. And it turns out he's been working on." My husband told me with his joy.

"Yes. One oil field for Byrne's freedom. Turkey does not want to be given a gold guarantee. They want a more meaningful deal. I've been trying to negotiate, but it turns out they're asking for a long-term guarantee." Husband stated.

I nodded, trying to understand why it could be like that.

"Of course, don't think about it. I was also paid by them to find a new oil field. Later if you want to go to Indonesia, after my business is finished. We'll see Mom there. But for a while the lahiran used to be here. I asked my mother, she said soon you're going to give birth. So it would be nice to prepare for the birth of your child first." My husband smiled as he rubbed my stomach.

I also smile. It feels very calm when this increasingly enlarged stomach is rubbed by him. It means I am not alone in suffering pain. My husband is loyal to my side. He is the best support for me to be more excited waiting for the birth of our baby.

"When do you start working?" ask her.

"The next day I'll meet my team in the oil-mining division. And you know, it turns out there are Indonesians too." He reported.

"Couldn't you?" I can't believe it.

"He-it." He's nodding. "I'll take you there when it's done. Now we rest." He got up, wanted to put me to sleep.

"But I still feel a little dizzy" I said as I held the temple.

"Dizziness?" He seemed to think. "Em how about we camouflage the mind?" He offered.

"You mean?"

"We divert the pain in other ways so as not to feel the pain again," he said.

"Huh? How's it?" I'm curious.

"Attent."

He then got out of bed and took off his clothes. Removing his trouser belt and also lowering his pants. I don't know what he's going to do, I can only see it. The father of the baby I was carrying is now bare-chested and only wearing his boxer pants.

"Here, sleep on my side" he asked.

My husband is just there. Though I was dizzy but asked to sleep on my side facing him. I don't know what he's going to do, I'll take it. I slept facing him on my left side. A few moments later I realized what it meant.

"Start ya." He's getting naughty with me.

I only realized what he meant when his fingers started to lower the negligee I was wearing, until something covered was seen by him. He then kissed her slowly. Slowly and softly. I am also amused to feel it.

"Dear."

I tried to hold him. But apparently, he couldn't keep quiet. At that moment I started to feel strange about my body. All the nerves in my body reacted. The hormone of happiness takes over until the pain that strikes me no longer. Maybe this is what is called mind-diverting. So that pain I no longer felt. He is very good at reading situations. And now he's like a baby who doesn't want to get out of his mother's milk.

You big baby!

I resigned, too, not fighting. I let him take my mind off the things he did. As a result, my mind can also be distracted. But instead the desire inside my body started to flare up. He has to take responsibility for it. The rain!