What's my fault, Mother-in-law?

What's my fault, Mother-in-law? Chapter 71

The story of Anggita's struggle against the cruel mother-in-law has been completed in the previous chapter. If indeed we still want this novel to continue, maybe we continue the life of Anggita who is no longer tormented by her cruel mother-in-law. It's just that his business with the others is not finished yet.

All right, let's go...

A bright morning greets people who are feeling happy. Although he had to feel nausea every morning and ended up lying on his king-size bed, but the husband of the Angita still felt immeasurable happiness. Imagining the presence of Rega junior in his life, makes him more excited in undergoing a sympathetic pregnancy period that occurs to him.

"Mas Raga eat first yes, kasian so shoots like that because of vomiting continues from here, " Anggita thrust a spoon of soup into the front of her husband's mouth.

Smelling the smell of the meat sauce from the soup made Raga feel nauseous again and immediately ran back to the bathroom to remove her turbulent entrails.

"Yes, Mas Rega. Even vomit again with the smell of soup. How do I dong?" anggita said sadly, she followed Rega to the bathroom and nibbled her husband's neck.

"I should let me be the one I believe in, that's my nature as a woman. Not even you, you can't do anything, can't go anywhere. Neither can work, "

Rega quickly turned around, "Sst...! " his index finger is stuck to Anggita's lips.

"You can never say that again! Mas seneng if Mas who ngalamin kayak gini, precisely Mas Rega feel useful to you. So you stay healthy, fit in this pregnancy period. Wanting to eat anything was also free," Rega wiped his mouth with a towel after washing his face after vomiting earlier.

"If you are the one who believes this, maybe Mas will even feel guilty and confused because you can not eat anything, Mas, it would pity our baby if you do not get a good nutritional intake from inside here, "he continued later.

His hands stretched out stroking the wife's stomach that looked slightly bulged because it began to enter the second trimester. That is what makes Anggita wonder, why her husband is still experiencing morning sickness even though it has been more than three months.

Meanwhile, Papa Refan is out there laughing with Robin. Maxdunya, papa Refan laughs with Robin, or even seen by Robin to be exact. If Robin couldn't laugh, it was a rare occurrence.

"Roby! "

"Yes, Big Master? "

"Laugh with me! "

What kind of demand is that, muttered Robin who was only in the heart. Mana dares to be spoken directly.

He thought there was nothing funny around him, and what he would laugh about. Seeing firsthand the events that if it was really funny for most people, of course, Robin could not laugh, let alone nothing funny, of course, his face remained flat.

"That's...! " pa Refan pointed at Rega who is currently pushed by the driver mang with Anggita at his side.

Robin's frowned at the sight of his master sitting drooping on papa Refan's automatic wheelchair. Currently papa Refan sits in a massage chair that reflects the muscles of his body to be more flexible and makes it easier for him to learn to walk.

The driver who brought Papa Refan's wheelchair to Rega's room and took him to the back garden where there was Papa Refan who was doing a reflexology massage accompanied by Robin.

Robin stands intent on welcoming his young master and replacing the man whose driver is pushing the wheelchair occupied by Rega. But one hand Rega raised signaled him to stay still in place.

"Leave it, Robin. Let the important thing papa happy, I'm in like this, "

Papa Refan's laughter grew increasingly broken seeing the heartbreaking expression his son was showing.

"It's a struggle, Son! Which means you're a real man, who can bear your wife's pain. Not all men can feel it, and you should be grateful. Because you don't have to see your wife in your current position, "

"Yes, Pa. Rega is very grateful, because Rega's wife and prospective children remain healthy and well. I hope it will be okay until the birth, "

"Aamin, "other sahut.

Rega grabbed Anggita's waist and hugged her, kissed her stomach with anxiety to the teeth.

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"Until when will I continue this way, Lord. I can't stand it anymore, "the groaning of a middle-aged woman sounds heartbreaking to anyone if anyone hears it, that's if anyone hears it.

But unfortunately, no one will hear it because he is in a place far from the crowd of the neighbors.