Want the Love OF MY HUSBAND

Unconscious.

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A boisterous voice was heard in Alisha's house because there are currently friends of Alisha who else if not Dilla, Angga and Fino.

They came today after some time never to Alisha's house because they were busy with their lecture where they were currently preparing their thesis.

Angga and Fino were playing games on their phones so they were poking each other and cursing each other while focusing on his phone.

While Alisha and Dilla were talking female style while Ratih was saying goodbye to help Mae cook for dinner and let Alisha and her friends chat casually.

"He was born soon, right?" said Dilla while rubbing Alisha's stomach.

"Yes count the weeks" replied Alisha smiling.

Angga and Fino finish with the game and join the talk of Alisha and Dilla.

"Your husband now how is Lis?" tanya Fino who immediately got the news from Angga.

"Why are you snapping at me huh," said Fino irritatedly and rubbed his head.

"You're talking about Alisha and her husband's relationship" Angga said.

"What's wrong I'm just asking is fine or not" replied Fino annoyed.

"Have you guys no fuss, you take it easy my husband is fine and now our relationship is very good" Alisha told friends.

"How long has your husband been in his Malaysia?" ask Dilla.

"Five birthdays, only two more days Mas Nevan will definitely go home" replied Alisha.

"Oh thank God, you should ask him not to go out of town or go out of the country because you will soon be born," said Dilla was embraced by Angga and Fino.

"True Lis what if you're the birth she doesn't exist" Angga said.

"It seems like the last time Mas Nevan went far away, because he also did not want to go far anymore he was also worried about my situation," said Alisha.

"It's good that it's like that" said Fino.

Alisha and her friends kept chatting until it was late in the afternoon and Herry came home from work.

"Om" said Angga, Dilla and Fino as he watched Harry approach them in the living room followed by Ratih.

"You're gathering as it turns out," said Harry smiling kindly to Alisha's friends.

"Yes Om we have not played here for a long time so now play here mumpung again no campus activities," replied Fino smiling.

"It's good that you can accompany Alish, Om wants to clean up first yes, you don't go home first yes, we will have dinner together," said Harry.

"Every Om" answered Angga and Fino together.

After that Harry went from there to a room not far from Alisha's room followed by Ratih.

"We should wait for Mama and Papa at the dinner table yuk," Alisha asked her friends.

"OK," they said simultaneously.

They followed Alisha's steps slowly and carefully because of her large belly.

"Is your stomach heavy, isn't it?" asked Dilla when she saw the road Alisha very slowly.

"Lumayan," replied Alisha briefly.

"Who will he look like? like you or your father?" ask Angga.

"It won't look like you, obviously" replied Fino.

"Yes it will not look like me, people not me who make it," replied Angga rolling his eyes lazy.

Alisha and Dilla just shook their heads looking at Angga and Fino who could only be silent for a moment there was no time without a debate between Angga and that Fino.

After a while Harry and Ratih came to the dinner table for dinner and they started dinner.

In the middle of her dinner Alisha felt another pain in her waist she also felt her head throbbing.

Not wanting to make the people there worried Alisha was trying to endure her pain and trying to act normal she ate quickly because she wanted to immediately take her medicine in her room.

"Lis, are you okay?" asked Fino who saw Alisha looking agitated.

"I'm fine, I just feel a little sultry and want to take a shower" Alisha smiled.

"It's common for women who are pregnant with old sultry often but you do not take a cold shower even though the sultry bath with warm water," said Ratih smiling to Alisha.

"Yes Ma" Alisha nodded her head and smiled as she tried to finish her meal.

After that they all continued to eat dinner while Alisha with all her might endured the pain that hit her waist and her head plus her child who was moving actively made Alisha's feelings erratic.

"Ma, Pa, my friends go to the room first huh," Alisha stood up from her chair.

"Later Alish continued Ma," replied Alisha trying to smile while cold sweat had started to pour on her forehead.

"Alright," said Ratih nodding his head.

Alisha tried to walk normally even though her legs felt limp her eyes were twitching, the longer her eyesight the more indistinct Alisha tried to reach the door of her room.

When she reached the door of her room Alisha opened the door of her room and entered her room by holding onto the wall.

Alisha blinked her eyes several times so that her vision was clear again but her vision did not get blurry the more the pain in her head became.

Alisha fumbles around her while walking slowly for fear of falling and endangering her child.

After finding the drawer where he kept the medicine he walked again carefully towards the bed as he kept the water in the bedside drawer.

"Let's calm baby don't make Mama panic we'll definitely be fine" Alisha murmured softly by rubbing her stomach to calm her child.

Alisha could only grimace as the pain all over her body increasingly felt she rubbed her cheeks that felt wet.

When he arrived at the bed Alisha felt not strong to move her legs which were getting limp but only a little more she could reach the glass.

Alisha sat on her bed she shook her head trying to relieve the pain in her head she held her stomach and one of her hands tried to take the glass.

While trying to pick up her glass Alisha felt something warm running down her nose but she ignored it she was still trying to pick up the glass.

When his hand could reach the glass, the glass instead fell to the floor because it felt not strong Alisha held her head with both hands.

"Aakhh is sick," said Alisha holding her head with both hands she lowered her head and suddenly there was blood dripping onto her shirt.

"Non Alish," call Mae from the doorway.

"What's the matter Non. Why did Miss Mae just hear a falling object?" mae asked worried Mae walked over to Alisha who was bowing her head.

Alisha lifted her head and looked at Mae with a pale face and blood coming out of her nose.

Seeing this, Mae worries that she is getting closer to Alisha.

"Sick Ma'am," said Alisha, after which Alisha was unconscious in her bed.

"Non, what's the matter with Non Alish?" mae said frantically shaking Alisha's body.

"Sir, Madam, please Non Alish!" mae shouted in panic at Alisha's unconscious condition.

"Why is Mae screaming," said Ratih getting up from his chair to the sound of Mae screaming followed by Harry and Alisha's friends.

When they got to the door they were all shocked and panicked to see Alisha unconscious with blood coming out of her nose.

"Relish why Mom," asked Ratih in a panic.

"Don't know Madam earlier I heard a falling object I finally came here and when I came here the condition of Non Alish was like this," Mae replied in tears.

"Let's take him to the hospital" said Harry.

"Let's just carry Alish to the car" Angga said.

Harry nodded his head. Angga and Fino lift Alisha's body and take her to the car.

In Ratih's car holding Alisha's head, she is very worried to see Alisha's current condition, she is afraid something will happen with Alisha and her granddaughter.

"Pa, how is this how about Alish and our grandson," said Ratih tearfully as he rubbed Alisha's unconscious head.

"They'll be fine, Ma, Mama take it easy" Harry tried to calm Ratih down, although he was also very worried about Alisha and her granddaughter.

Harry's car is sopiri by his driver while Angga, Dilla and Fino follow him behind him.

Fino contacts her Mom and Brother and informs her about Alisha's condition so they can wait at the hospital and check on Alisha.

"Hopefully Alish is fine" said Dilla, worried that she still remembered Bara's words about the risk of Alisha keeping her child.

Angga agrees to Dilla's words while focusing on her car while Fino just closes her eyes and prays for Alisha to be safe.

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