Turns out He's Just Mine

Imran Pain

Today Mila is very worried because Imran does not go down the heat, it is getting higher. Mila had already contacted her in-laws to come to her house and also called the Doctor. He paced back and forth in his room biting his finger. He looked at Imran who was asleep in his bed.

" I have to how Mas? Don't make me worry like this donk." Mumbled Mila in the heart.

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Mila's phone rang the tabda of the incoming call from Mama Lina. He immediately picked up his phone.

" Hello Ma." Sapa Mila's.

" Mommy's in front, let's open the door again, there's a doctor here too." Said Mama Lina.

" Yes, wait a minute." Mila turned off her cell phone.

Mioa exited the room towards the lower floor to open the door.

Czechs ......

" Mama." Said Mila hugging Mama Lina.

" How are you, baby?" Ask Mama Lina.

" I'm not okay, Ma, I'm worried about Mas Desfian." Mila Sahut.

" Don't worry, it's gonna be okay, Oh yeah meet this Doctor Anton, our dear family doctor who's gonna check on Imran." Mama Lina.

" Hey Doc, I'm Mila." Mila stretched out her hand.

" Anton." -." Doctor Anton's.

" Please come in Doc, Ma." Mila.

The three of them entered directly into Imran's room. Doctors began to examine Imran by checking his body temperature first, after which the doctor checked his heart rate and pulse.

" When did Imran get a fever?" Ask Dr. Anton. In addition to the family Doctor he is also a friend of Papa Romi. They look familiar not only as doctors and patients but as relatives.

" From yesterday Doc." Mila Sahut. Doctor Anton mangosteen mangosteen.

" How's my husband doing Doc?" Ask Mila.

" Just relax Mila this is just a normal fever, taking medicine later also healed." Said Doctor Anton.

" But I think your husband's been bitten by Miss Mila's mosquito." Follow Doctor Anton.

" What? Bite the mosquito? How could? You don't make it here there's no Anton's mosquito." Said Mama Mila.

" The proof is his chest and neck are all red red." Said Doctor Anton.

Blushhhhh

Mila's red face blushed not because of happiness or blushing but because it held the shame that was very. He remembered yesterday while spending time with Imran. He made a lot of marks on Imran's body.

Mama Lina approached Imran and checked his chest and neck. Mama Lina smiled looking at Mila.

" Yes you're right Ton, the mosquito is ferocious if this is mah, until it's almost covered in all red." Mama Lina smiled.

" Mila later you clean the room yes, let your child not be bitten by mosquitoes anymore." Temptation Mama Lina.

" Any yes, Ma." Mila Sahut.

" Eh but Mama even seneng if Imran often bitten by mosquitoes, let's quickly breed Imrannya presents junior Imran, tomorrow teach Mama yes how mosquitoes make such a sign." Seloroh Mama Lina's.

" You, don't tease your son-in-law and she's ashamed again, Mila this same heat-lowering medicine vitamin yes, give it to Imran after he eats." Said Doctor Anton.

" Thank you Doc." Mila.

" Same, then excuse me." Said Doctor Anton.

" Please Doc." Mila Sahut.

" I'm Lin first." Said Doctor Anton.

" Bet the heart." Mama Lina's.

" Darling you're here just waiting for Imran to wake up, Mama will cook for your breakfast." Mama Lina.

" Let me Ma, Mama's just here." Reject Mila is not tasty.

" No pa pa, Imran needs you here not Mama." Mama Lina said out of Imran's room.

Mila sits on the edge of the bed, compressing Imran's forehead with a washlap.

" Wake up donk." Said Mila staring at Imran's face which was flushed due to the high heat.

" You why the hell Mas? If your usual fever should be better, I'm really worried about how you are." Connect Mila.

" Engh." Nervous Imran opened her eyes looking at Mila.

" Want to drink?" Ask Mila.

" Hm." Imran Mumbles.

Mila helps Imran to drink.

" Don't be afraid dear Mas is fine, Here baby." Imran Lirih.

Mila sits leaning against the headboard while Imran uses Mila's thighs for cushioning. His face He faced Mila's stomach while hugging Mila's waist.

" Why hmm?" Ask Mila.

" No more looking like this." Imran.

" When was he here?" Tanya Imran stroked Mila's stomach.

" We leave it to God when He will give us that trust." Mila Sahut.

" Yes you're right, maybe God still wants to give me a chance to prove how much I love you and not let you down again." Imran.

" I trust you, Mom, now don't talk about it again, yeah, just focus on your recovery so you don't worry me." Mila Sahut.

" Dear, thank you for your love all this time." Imran.

" Same with me." Mila Sahut.

" Is Mama here?" Ask Imran.

" Mommy has been here since, Mama came with the Doctor." Mila.

" Doctor? Have you checked with Anton?" Ask Imran.

" Yes already and said Doctor Anton Mas just a normal fever." Mila Sahut.

" Mommy cooks for a while for you, later you eat continue to take medicine ya Mas." Mila.

" Hm." The muttering of Imran nodding her head made Mila a little amused.

" Smuck my head Yank." Imran.

Mila rubbed Imran's head gently. Mama came in with a tray of food and a glass of water.

" Eat first baby, Mama make your favorite chicken porridge." Mama Lina.

" Yes Ma, Yank bribe." Imran.

Mama Lina smiled looking at her son's spoiled attitude.

" It's old to be spoiled." Mama Lina.

" I'm still young Ma, I don't have children yet." Imran Sahut.

" Therefore the hunt is made, Mama also has been kepengin fond of grandchildren." Said Mama Lina.

" Just pray for Ma." Mila Sahut.

" Best prayer for you, baby." Mama Lina's.

" Yes now you eat first, Mama down first yes, Mama also has not breakfast, after feeding Imran you also go down for breakfast Mil" said Mama.

" Yes Ma, thank you Ma." Mila.

" Same with darling." Mama Lina left them both.

Mila helps Imran sit leaning on the headboard. He feeds Imran painstakingly. He rubbed the leftovers on Imran's lips with a tissue.

" Pinter, take your medicine now." Mila.

" Your..." Imran covered his mouth with his palm

" Why is it?" Ask Mila.

Imran got off the bed, he immediately ran towards the bathroom. Mila followed him immediately.

Yuck.... Yuck... Yuck....

Imran spewed out his entire stomach in the bathroom sink.

" Oh my God.... What the hell is going on with you? Why can I vomit rich' gini?" Pekik Mila's.

" I'm flinched ya." Continue Mila massaging the nape of Imran slowly.

Yuck... Yuck...

After feeling her stomach empty Imran washed her mouth with clean water. Mila wiped Imran's mouth with a tissue.

" Is it okay?" Ask Mila.

" Yank Lemes." Imran Sahut.

" I'll help you get back to bed." Mila.

Mila takes Imran to her bed. He laid Imran on the bed and covered Imran's body to the chest.

" I'll get you some more food, Mas." Mila.

" Don't Yank, I'm going to sleep." Imran Sahut.

" When Mas Des' stomach is empty, how would I take the medicine?" Ask Mila.

" I don't want to take my medicine, I just want to rest." Imran.

" If you don't take medicine, it won't heal." Mila.

" Yes take medicine but don't eat, I'm afraid of nausea." Imran.

" Can't eat anything else." Persuade Mila.

" Want to eat fruit." Imran said arriving.

" Rujak???" Mila gawked at Imran.

" Morning like this you want to eat the fruit of the fruit of Mas?" Tanya Mila can't believe it's still seven in the morning.

" Don't you not like a song, huh? Especially with sour fruit." Mila.

" But peng peng so dear, buy it if you can there young mango, now." Imran said with a glare.

" You are sick what the hell Mas actually, there are only sick people vomiting vomit even to eat fruit, want to find where to try, where this morning, like this, if the seller rujak notya a bit bad luck." Mila Grunts.

" Yes, if you don't want to buy it, don't pa pa." Imran said pulling his blanket over his entire body.

Mila sighed softly while shaking her head. He knew that Imran was sulking.

" I'll buy it, wait here." Mila said out of her room. He went downstairs to see Mama Lina.

" Ma's." Call Mila over to Mama Lina who is eating.

" Yes what's wrong? Is Imran lacking in porridge?" Ask Mama Lina.

" Mas Desfian spewed out everything that went into Ma's stomach." Mila Sahut.

" What? Imran vomits." Screeched Mama Lina.

" Yes Ma, even Mas Desfian asked to buy fruit now." Mila.

Mama Lina smiled broadly at Mila's words. Hopefully his guess this time is right if there will be good news from Mila.

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