Trapped in Love Naughty CEO
279. Why is it so sick?
Rizky swallowed her savilia violently. "But I'm Nell's job, and I can't take care of the baby either."
"Work's going home, Mom. Set up and divide the time. If the problem can not later 'kan me or Mama can teach, the important intention just first. Yeah ... That's also if Masnya dear Jihan, anyway." Nella smiled meaningfully.
"Why did you say it was like that, anyway? I do not love my own child. Yes dear dong, Nell. I also want to spend a lot of time with Jihan when I'm home."
"That's good, a moment .. I wrote first yes, what should be done Mas lakanin." Nella got up, then opened the nightstand drawer and the ballpoint pen. After that he also wrote.
"It has to be written, right?" ask Rizky.
"Yes, lah. And then I forgot. From now on we take care of Jihan together. He'll be a big brother soon." Almost one little book was full of what Nella had written. And after one sheet was torn from the book, Nella immediately gave it to Rizky, so that her husband read the contents.
Never pretend not to hear when Jihan wakes up, Mas must immediately wake up and check in the boxes.
Accompany him to sunbathe every morning, usually Jihan to sunbathe at 7 or 8. Only 30 minutes, yes if you want an hour is also not a problem.
"Melie ...." Rizky wants to be complete in part number two. "I'm going to work at that hour, how to accompany him?"
"If the work leaves rather unfortunate. Suppose it has to be morning because there is a meeting. Can be early in the morning. Just don't lie to me."
"Lied how?"
"Yes lying, saying meeting but in fact not. And I did it so I wouldn't take care of Jihan."
"Where could I be like that, Nell." Rizky immediately went on to read it.
After sunbathing, must be sweat. Wait for the sweat to disappear just shower, and Mas also took a bath. I will teach you later.
Put on clothes too.
As Jihan now wants to be weaned. You should be able to make formula milk. I will teach you how.
If you're at home spending time with Jihan, don't be in the brain just making love.
The rest is filled by itself.
"But Nell, does that mean I can't make love to you anymore? Now you're banning me?"
"No prohibition, we can make love, Mom. I mean, Mas's mind doesn't have to be about it, but Jihan has to think about it too" Nella said.
"I used to think about Jihan, Nell. You don't be so dong, as if I wasn't a good Daddy. I love her so much." Rizky pressed her lips against Jihan's puffed cheeks, peeping at her.
"Yes, I love him. It's been there to play."
"Would you sleep?" Rizky saw Nella lying down and yawned.
"Yes, I'm sleepy. I'm gonna take a little nap. Later if Jihan cry wake me up, yes, Mas."
"okay." Rizky exits Nella's room and closes the door.
*
"I'll just recover, want to rest at home first, Ma. And I'm gonna play with Jihan."
"Tumbens. Where are you going to play? Far?"
"In the back garden."
"But it's broad daylight, hot, Riz. Poor Jihan." Gita rubbed her grandson's sweaty forehead and then dyed him for a while.
"My backyard isn't hot, there's a terrace."
"Oh, back of the house. Yes it's there. Watch out carefully bring the Jihannya. But where's Nella, Riz?"
"Nella's sleeping, she says she's sleepy. It's yes, Ma." Rizky walked out while kissing Jihan.
*
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He sat his ass in the garden chair, and his son sat on his lap. In front of them were a lot of flower plants and ornamental fish ponds.
Rizky was sitting here every time she felt lonely, but when she got married maybe this was the first time she sat there again
But although rarely occupied, every side of his house was always clean. The workers in his home need not be doubted. Bi Yeyen and the front guard really liked the cleanliness and care for Rizky's house.
Slowly Rizky grasped her two children's hands gently, then inhaled air. Today's weather is not too hot, it feels right to relax.
"Diamond ... Daddy wants to talk to you, man. But promise me you don't get mad, do you?" ask Rizky. Although he knew that his son could not yet talk—but Rizky wanted to invite him to chat.
"Daddy bring good news if you have a sister, honey. You will have to love, same with your sister. He won't be naughty. Must be the same as you."
"You don't like to drink formula, do you?" Rizky slowly rubbed her son's hair.
"But it'll be tasted first again, huh? Daddy and Mommy have bought other brands and certainly the best. Hope you like it this time."
"Not Daddy and Mommy don't ngizinin you drink ASI. But that's all just let you get another milk. Later if it is big Daddy will buy you a variety of milk with flavor variants. Same with ice cream."
"Eh, the same tomorrow Daddy comes home from work will buy you a toy. What do you want toys? What doll?" Rizky lowered her gaze to look at Jihan, seeing that her son had fallen asleep in his lap. Rizky puffed up a smile again chuckling small. "Go to sleep, Daddy, don't talk to you."
Rizky immediately stood up and held her back, but there was still much she wanted to tell Jihan. But wait, after he wakes up.
***
In a different place.
The clock is 12 o'clock, it's time for rest and lunch. Maya quickly tidied up her work desk, then picked up her phone in the bag.
His intention was to call Sofyan, asking if he had lunch or not. Suddenly, there was an incoming call. Unfortunately not from Sofyan, but Yuni.
Maya threw out her rude breath, to be honest she was lazy to chat with the woman. But it is also impossible to ignore him, who knows he contacted because he wanted to tell Darus' condition.
"Hello, Auntie." Maya hears a vehicle noise from across the street, as if the woman is near the road.
"Maya, can you pick up Auntie? Aunty's at Tanjung Priok terminal."
"Tanjung Priok Terminal? Jakarta? Auntie's in Jakarta?" Maya flinches her forehead.
"Yes, get Auntie, yeah ...." It was not usual for Yuni's voice to sound so soft.
"What do you mean get picked up? And Aunt why sell fried food until Jakarta?"
"Who is also selling fried foods. Aunty to Jakarta wants to play to your husband's house."
"Main? Why didn't Aunt tell me?"
"Yes, Aunt forgot. Come here fast. Aunt hot. Just don't wear it for long."
Tut!
The call just turned off. Though Maya's lips were gaping to answer it.
'Aunty should have said it first, right I have not the same permission Mr. Sofyan. And who's Aunt here? Is it the same Om Darus and my nephew?'
Maya slowly got up from her seat. Not until standing perfectly, he suddenly felt pain and cramps in his waist and stomach simultaneously. His head also felt like a firefly, as well as what he saw as it swirled around.
"Aawws! Why is it so sick?" Finally Maya sat down again, touching her stomach while grimacing in pain.
