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 "Ueekk.... Ueekkk... Ueeekk...!". This morning, J. J. Abrams hurried to the bathroom.

Camelia, got up following her husband to the bathroom and looked panicked. "That's why you're nauseous, you must catch a cold baby, you love to take a shower at night". Gently Camelia, stroked the husband's back.

"Uueekkkkis.... Uueekk... Ueekkk....!". J. J. Abrams, keep nausea and vomiting out his bowels. His face was pale sweaty, sitting limp in the closet.

"Darling, your face is so pale. Come on, I'll help you get to bed". Camelia, slowly led her husband's body out of the bathroom. "I go out first, ask for help to make ginger wedang yah".

J. J. Abrams nodded slowly feeling his head hurt.

"Catshhhttt...What's wrong with me? I've never been like this, shit wants to throw up again". Grumpy J. J. Abrams, rushed to the bathroom again.

Camelia, asking the waiter for help to make ginger wedang for her husband. Hearing the news that the big boss, who was not feeling well the entire residence became excited.

Camelia, caressing J. J. Abrams's stomach using eucalyptus oil. "My dear, if you are patient in the love of God". Whisper in the husband's ear.

Holy hooch! I was throwing up baby, no longer emotional or getting into misfortune.Batin J. J. Abrams, shook his head slowly.

Ms. Minah and the others went into the room.

"Non, this is wedang gahenya. Call Mr. Her to scold Master, it seems to catch this wind".

J. J. Abrams, get out of bed and run into the bathroom. "Ueekk... Ueekkk... Ueekkk...!".

Camelia, anxious to see her husband vomiting from earlier. "Darling, can't his vomit be contained?". He shouted, becoming the laughingstock of his other men.

"Keep that ginger, I don't like the smell of vomiting!". Shouted J. J. Abrams, sitting limp in the closet. What carcass is ginger anyway? It smells weird, it's vomiting again.

"Darling, you should drink this ginger. Let her stomach ache go, your body will be good". Camelia said, trying to persuade her husband.

"No.The smell stings dear, I don't like it". JJ Abrams, shakes his head. "Uueekkkkis.... Ueeekk.. My body feels weak, anything in the stomach I've taken out".

"Miss, keep that ginger away. Kasian Mr. J. Abrams, keep vomiting. Jecky, you've called the doctor". Ms. Minah, calm Camelia's mind

"Mom, has JJ Abrams ever been like this?". Camelia asked, stroking the top of her husband's head lying weakly.

"Belom never, non. Step back first, make porridge for Master". Pamit bu Minah, directly on Camelia's side.

"Honey, eat porridge later? Let your stomach have it fill up later". Camelia, smiling looking at her husband's face.

"Hmmm...I don't like porridge baby, don't force me to eat weird. Rest in a minute, I'll be healthy". J. J. Abrams closed his eyes.

"So you said headache, taking medicine?Here I've got you, yayo hunted drunk". Camelia, trying to take good care of her husband.

"No. I don't want to take medicine, his headache will be gone any minute". Again J. J. Abrams refused what his wife asked for.

Camelia, let out a long sigh because the husband did not follow her words. "Darling, don't keep resisting. It's for your own good, don't worry me".

 "Hussis...I'm okay, baby, don't worry about my situation. Just a regular stomach ache, not a shot". J. J. Abrams, holding his wife's hand.

"Hmmm...Sorry, but I want satay". Pinta J. J. Abrams, blinked his eyeballs.

"ee...One time, but it makes no sense. Early in the morning like this, there was no sale of my husband satay. Mamang satenya still ngorok same bininya, you exist-there aja". Camelia grumbled, scratching her head.

"People want to eat satay, there is soft rice. It wants satay on the outskirts of town there, an ordinary place. Don't want to eat anything else, you want sate mamang Udin". Pinta J. J. Abrams turned his face away.

J. J. Abrams, acting like a small child is not obeyed his will.

Camelia, go out of the room and find Minah's mom in the kitchen.

 "Why come here, non? Later mom, will bring the porridge into the room". Ms. Minah, look at Camelia's gloomy face.

"Free ma'am, JJ Abrams wants to satay the suburbs there. Sate mamang Udin, he said earlier did not want to eat anything. How's dong,bu? Mamang Udin, must still be snoring at this hour right. It usually opens at 5pm, what time is it?". Camelia, sit limp in the chair.

"Tumben once, boss ngerepotin we're not messing around?". Jecky said, pouring water into the glass. "Miss, I'm going to mamang Udin's. Fear the boss bersamuk-ngamuk, if the desire is not fulfilled".

"Pcsst...Psst...Gini, you buy satay somewhere else. Then, to the place where mamang Udin let the spice in addition typical of him". Camelia's whisperer, had a brilliant idea.

"Therefore, surely mamang Udin want to". Minah continued, directly in Jecky's nod.

J. J. Abrams, if you ask for anything reasonable. Camelia, there must be another way to fool you.Batin Camelia, put on a smile.

Ceklek...

Camelia, smiling sweetly and approaching her husband was leaning on the bed.

"Honey, where's the satellite?". J. J. Abrams asked, with a look on his plain face.

Camelia, closed her eyes at a glance and smiled sumringah. "My dear, Jecky just came out the gate not where the mamang Udin. Going to the suburbs takes 30 minutes, listen carefully my husband. 30 minutes drive, one hour back and forth instead of 3 minutes back and forth".

"then my dear, I'm not in the mood to eat the satellite". The whine of J. J. Abrams, put on his pouting face.

What happened to JJ Abrams? His head isn't sliding right, it's still a normal rich regular right?Inner Camelia, suspicious of her husband."Ouch... My husband is not shy or fussy. Luckily, Jecky wants to go to the place where mamang Udin not to the coffee shop".

"I'm so hungry, baby, I threw up everything". Great-grandson of J. J. Abrams, hugging his wife's waist tight.

Huuff... Once again, my husband became a big baby all complicated and complicated.Innya Camelia, massage her temple."Yes, Minah's mother has cooked chicken porridge. How would you like to not?".

J. J. Abrams, looking at his wife's face with a manyun's lips. "Don't want to love, it's sate mamang Udin".

Camelia, trying to patiently face her spoiled husband. He wanted to scream, because his patience was just as thin as a wet tissue. "My dear, my love, my husband, Jecky has gone there. Drink this warm tea, or eat something here. Moments later, the Yoga doctor will come and check on you".

J. J. Abrams, holding his wife's hand. "Darling, don't inject my ass well".

Camelia, twisting her eyeballs. "In syringe dear, that big elephant needle. What the hell are you? Don't be weird dong, Yoga doctors just check your condition". Camelia growled at her husband who wanted to cry.