Turns out He's Just Mine

Closer To My Direction

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

Mila bleached her entrails in the bathroom sink. Imran looked at him from the front door of the room with a sad feeling. He actually wanted to approach Mila and massage her nape, but He did not dare to approach her before Mila first approached her. He was afraid that Mila would do what was a threat.

" Call me dear, then I will come to you, I want to accompany you during your cravings." Imran Lirih. Imran felt astonished before He who experienced nausea but why now it is Mila himself?

Yuck.... Yuck....

" Ugh why so limp." Mila's complaint washed her mouth with clean water and wiped it with a tissue.

Mila leaned her body against the wall of her bathroom. Her head was heavy and her eyes were slightly twitched, Mila closed her eyes.

Long enough no sound, Imran ventured into the room, he stared at the bathroom. I don't know why his feelings are not because there is an urge to go inside immediately. He went into the bathroom just as Mila's body was about to fall down. Imran immediately catches Mila's body.

" Dear, wake up, baby." Imran patted Mila's cheek gently.

Mila opened her eyes looking at Imran.

" Mad." Oh." Lirih Mila's. After that, he closed his eyes.

" Dear wake up baby! Don't be like this, you're worrying me, baby." Imran.

Imran carried Mila to his room, and laid her body on the bed. Imran called the doctor immediately. Imran heads to the kitchen to make warm milk for Mila.

" Dear tumben you make milk without hiding." Said Mama Lina.

" Mila passed out Ma." Imran Sahut.

" What? Mama's daughter-in-law passed out?" Ask Mama Mila.

" Yes Ma, Mila threw up again this morning maybe she's limp so she fainted." Imran.

" Have you called the doctor?" Ask Mama Lina.

" Already Ma, I called the obstetrician who handled Mila." Imran Sahut.

" I'm going to Ma'am's room first." Imran said walking with a glass of milk to his room.

Imran did not care if when Mila realized later Mila would scold him, which is clear at this time Imran wanted to be on Mila's side to make sure if Mila was okay. Imran put a glass of milk on the nightstand. He sat next to Mila holding her hand occasionally He kissed her hand.

" Dear get up, forgive me for not being able to take care of you, baby, please get up for me." Imran.

Tok tok tok tok

Imran turned his head towards the door, Mama Mila went inside following Doctor Sinta behind him.

" After vomiting my son-in-law passed out Doc." Mama Lina.

" I'll check on Madam first." Doctor Say.

Doctor Sinta began to examine Mila carefully, starting from checking her pulse, heart rate and also the condition of her fetus.

" Miss Mila is just tired sir, the condition of the fetus is healthy and fine, enough rest can restore his energy, soon Miss Mila will be awake." Said Doctor Sinta.

" But he didn't do any work Doc, then what caused him to be exhausted?" Ask Imran.

" Fatigue is not just because you work, sir, any activity in a pregnant woman can trigger fatigue in her, especially if pregnant women feel that stress can interfere with her health sir." Said Doctor Sinta.

" Consider vitamins regularly and get enough rest, make the expectant mother happy, cheerful and do not feel burdened with her pregnancy, she said, always support next to him, sir, because here the role of the husband is also very important." Obviously Doctor Sinta gave an explanation.

" All right, Doc." Imran.

" I'll excuse you, sir, Madam." Said Doctor Sinta.

" Please Doc, thank you." Imran Sahut.

Mama Lina and Doctor Sinta leave the room leaving Imran and Mila. Imran stared at Mila's flat stomach.

" Unfortunately Daddy don't make Mommy miserable, don't be naughty in here, always be healthy and help Daddy take care of your Mommy.... Daddy loves you both very much, Daddy is looking forward to your happy birth dear." Imran said stroking Mila's stomach.

Imran's touch keeps Mila distracted. He slowly opened his eyes.

" Sweetie you're conscious." Imran.

Mila looked at Imran who was clearly looking worried on her face.

" Drinking milk used to be still warm, it's anti-nausea milk dear." Imran.

Imran arranged the pillow and he helped Mila lean on the pile of pillows.

" Drink." Imran thrusts a glass of warm milk on Mila's lips. Mila immediately drank it.

" Thank you, please." Mila.

" Same with darling." Imran Sahut.

Silent.....

" Now rest, forgive me for Mas has been sassy to approach you, Mas is very worried about you baby, You fainted in the bathroom so there's no way I'll just let you go." Imran. Imran was about to leave Mila

Mila blocks Imran's hand making Imran turn towards him.

Peacock gazes clashed with each other, loving and longing gazes within.

" Don't leave me, come closer to me." Mila said in the end.

" really? You're not mad at me? Have you forgiven my dear?" Ask Imran to make sure.

" Yes, yes." Mila Sahut.

" Are you not angry with me?" Ask Imran.

" No, my mother, hug me." Mila spread her hands.

Imran immediately burst into Mila's embrace with a happy feeling bubbling in her chest.

" Thank you, thank you for forgiving me." Imran.

" I thank you for being silent You always pay your attention to me." Mila.

Imran took off his embrace, He looked towards Mila as if frowning her.

" I know if you keep quiet watching me, that glass of milk every morning, that chicken satay, even you come to love me while I sleep, you stroke my stomach and you kiss my face too." Mila's words make Imran grin because all his actions are known by Mila.

" So you know everything?" Ask Imran.

" Yes, although my eyes do not see you but my heart feels your presence, that is my love Mas, I beg you not to disappoint me again or else I will completely erase the love in my heart ." Mila.

" She promised me that I would never make a fatal mistake again, thank you." Imran hugged Mila back.

" Don't promise not to repeat it, but promise to keep it." Mila.

" Well, dear Mas will try to keep that promise." Imran.

" I miss you, Mom." Mila.

" I miss you more, baby." Sahut Imran kissed Mila's head.

" You know what? Mas very tormented all this time because away from you dear, Mas a deterrent dear, Mas does not want to repeat it again, you have succeeded in punishing me with a very painful punishment dear." Imran.

" It's not just you who are tormented, but me too." Mila.

" Oh, honey, don't talk about it anymore." Imran.

" Yes, yes." Mila Sahut.

" What do you want to eat to buy?" Tanya Imran stroked the head of Mila.

At the moment Mila was spoiled sitting leaning on Imran's shoulder. He wanted to make up for this lost time.

" em.... I want to eat meatballs with spicy sauce Mas, rich'nya delicious deh, eating spicy meatballs while drinking warm tea must be steady." Mila Sahut.

" Pity Yank's grandfather if you eat spicy." Imran.

" But Peng Mas, if you don't want to buy it don't need to be pretentious about everything." Cebik Mila pressed her lips.

" Don't be so fucking donk! Entar Mas khilaf - you know." Imran.

" Bodo's'." Mila Sahut.

" Well, I'll buy it for you, but now don't be mad anymore." Imran said kissing Mila's forehead.

" Where are you going?" Tanya Mila saw Imran move.

" Want to buy meatballs for the beloved son and wife of Mas." Answer Imran.

" Not for long." Mila.

" Well baby, now Mas go first yes, call Mas if anything happens to you." Imran.

" Brave heart." Mila.

" Hm." Imran Mumbles.

TBC.....

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