The Winged Angel

28. Misunderstand

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My eyes were stunned with a gaping mouth. Henry I saw me wrestling each other with a big, half-bald-haired man. Many other men with a sanguar-looking appearance stood around. They just look without breaking up. The big tattooed man attacked Henry. Henry's body kept being sewn. My husband's bones could be broken by him.

"Yahoo!!" I screamed hysterically.

Feet ran fiercely towards the big man who hurt my husband.

"Antikaaaan!!" I took her hair that was only half a head.

Does she want to make me a widow?

"Aaagh!!" The man screamed in pain. "Although Mrs Boss!"

"Himah!" yell beaver.

My legs were still kicking around as a pair of arms clasped from behind. Interesting to keep me away from that guy. Both sandals on the legs until thrown. Strangely the man I persecuted did not resist at all. Even screaming for mercy.

"Mrs Sayaaang! We're just practicing." Henry's voice from behind his back. It was his arm that pulled me.

"Review you!" I held my fist towards the man again.

"Ken Ken! That was wrestling."

"Huh?" My breath turned to Henry's face.

"Why did you attack him? He's just training me." Henry's breath was also puffed up.

Glekhs! Kutelan.

"Oowh ...."

I wrong?

Eyes swept over the big men who had just stood watching Henry fight. They look at me in wonder. Some even seem to hold a smile.

One of them picked up my sandal that had been thrown.

"This is Missus Boss." It was stuck right in front of my feet.

"They're all who? I'm scared" I whispered in Henry's ear. Henry chuckled.

"You all disperse! My wife is afraid to look at you guys," Henry said still chuckling.

The big men immediately inched away. They're walking towards the back. There was another building that looked closed there.

"You're looking for me, honey?" Henry removed his restraints from my body.

"Hu' um," I said, putting my sandals back on my feet. "You want to look around the backyard."

"Have breakfast?" Her hands were tidying up my hijab which was probably a mess.

"Have drunk milk."

"If we go back to the house, yuk! Breakfast."

I'm nodding. Henry put an arm around my shoulder. His body felt soaked with sweat. But it still smells good. We walked towards the house.

"Later in this park I want to make a playground for our children. There's a slide, a swing, a little pool ...." His hands pointed at the land that looked empty.

"Good." Mangosteen daguku. "Whose people were you?" my many.

"Owh .. they work to keep us safe. All Beno's men."

"That much? They live here?"

"Take care of him. They also have families. If it's a holiday, go home."

"Why did you learn all wrestling?" My eyebrows are staring at him.

"It's not just wrestling. Other self-defense as well. Let's take care of you" he said, landing a kiss on my forehead. The sweat stuck. That's not. Not shower yet.

"But I don't like seeing you like that. If you suddenly get hurt, it's dangerous" I said.

"They're professionals. You don't have to worry" Henry said.

"Your hand could've been broken. That guy's body is huge."

"Hmm ...," Henry ran out of words. "I made a doctor's appointment. Later in the afternoon we go to the clinic to make your therapy the same baby," he said, switching the conversation.

"My therapy?"

"Yes, your amnesia therapy is the same as your pregnancy" she explained.

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"Pregnancy is still six weeks. The condition of the mother is the same as the fetus is currently good. Fetal development according to gestational age."

A middle-aged male doctor shifted a fetal monitoring device over my stomach. It was connected to the USG monitor screen in front of us.

"Wow ...." Henry's eyes stared unblinkingly at a single point that appeared on the monitor screen. We could see a sign of a new life in my womb.

"Is there anything to ask?" bargain the doctor while confirming the location of the glasses on the face.

"May I ask the gender of our baby doctor?" my many.

"The first trimester of pregnancy cannot be seen, Buk. We will look back at four months of pregnancy. What kind of man do women want?" The doctor chuckled.

"It doesn't matter. The important thing is healthy" said Henry smiling knot.

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This afternoon Henry and I were walking alone without a driver. Henry drives his own car. We're back from the clinic.

"Where are you going, honey?" bargain Henry.

The car glides over the asphalt. Through a road that is not too crowded. I really like the afternoon atmosphere of our city.

"Where, huh?"

Didn't think Henry would take me for a walk this afternoon.

"What do you want to eat?" ask again.

I'm shaking. "Not cravings anything.

"Well, no cravings? I want to remember you. Come ... what do you want to eat?" his insistence.

"Dih ... maksa cravings time?"

"Still need boiled beans?"

"No."

Henry's left hand grabbed my hand. "The Hugs of Abang dong Non! Why don't we use the driver if you don't want to stick." he asked.

I smiled amusedly. Finally put his hand on his stomach. Tilt your head on that sturdy shoulder. Very friendly to our position. Bucin found bucin to be makcin. You makcin? Makcin is a love maniac. Hidhi.

"Usually you have a lot of ideas if you take the road. Pingin nyari martabak. Want to eat cilok, somay, boiled beans. All snacks are to be bought. Why does a pregnant woman want nothing?" tanyanya.

"Tau .. congenital orok times," I replied as I sniffed my shoulders.

Henry giggles. "Yes, it could be. Hmm...Where to go, huh?" muttered.

"Road to the mall?" suddenly advice.

"Shop baby clothes?" saith.

"Gum." I'm shaking. "Shop for me first, honey. My body will stretch."

"Ready," he said.

Eits... What did I just say? My body will stretch soon? Huhuu .. so ugly dong.

"Hin ...."

"Hum?"

"I'll be fat soon. My stomach's distended. I'm ugly." My lips pursed imagining my appearance for the next few months.

"Who said ugly? If you are pregnant, you can be sexy. There's my flesh and blood growing in your stomach." One hand was placed on my shoulder. Pecking head tops.

"You're comforting me again, aren't you?"

"Look at it later! Did I just comfort you," he murmured.

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