Woman, Don't Go From Me
CH - 07
"Dila.. Imagery.. Eat!!"
Bu Asih called her two daughters to come out immediately to enjoy the dishes she had prepared. Bu Asih cooks so many different kinds of food menu. Citra's favorite grilled fish, and Dila's favorite fried chicken and there are still many other menus ready to shake the tongue.
Understandably every week end is indeed bu Asih use to channel his hobby that likes to cook. Moreover, young dates like this , of course, the vegetables he bought were not small.
The image came out of his room with a warp. His face was pale as if there was no energy. He pulled a chair. Watch the dishes on the table. Bu Asih still took the dishes left in the kitchen.
"Emmm.. I'm in the habit of cooking this much!" Say the image while sitting.
"It's your pretentious ass.. Usually you will be the one!!"
"Yes, my sister will eat it like a kebo a lot, but her body is not fat fat.." said Dila who arrived nongol at the dinner table.
"Ihh. kayak itself!!" Citra Gerrutu. Dila stuck her tongue out at her sister.
"Udah.. The feeding!! If you've always met like a cat just as an*ing.." Bu Asih sat in his chair taking a piece of rice to his plate.
"wahh there is a favorite grilled fish Citra.." The image impatiently took the grilled fish and smoothed onto its plate. He hurriedly washed his hands and was about to eat his grilled fish.
But just arrived,
"Toy.. Oh.hoek..!" The image hurriedly closed his mouth. The nausea that late this morning routine approach him every morning suddenly back attack.
He immediately went to the bathroom.
"hhh. slovenly sister really mom!!" dila's annoyed nagging eyes saw her brother almost vomit. But not so with the Asih foam, seeing the end of his son's strange end he immediately followed Citra to the bathroom.
The image of opening the closed lid and trying to vomit the contents of his stomach but in vain. He was only nauseous many times and his head felt extremely heavy.
"Get out..!!" said bu Asih who is still massaging the nape of her child.
"Can't be ma'am, don't want to go out.." Answer Citra limp out of energy. Ma'am Asih then swept her into the room.
The image of sleeping curled up holding his stomach. Bu Asih took a blanket and covered her daughter. He sat down on the edge of Citra's bed.
"Any..you catch a cold every morning, do not want to see a doctor.." Say bu Asih while stroking her son's hair.
The image of closing his eyes withstanding nausea and dizziness that never go away.
"We're going to the doctor.." Take bu Asih. Imagery shook.
"Partner is not papa ma'am, later also better yourself." he declined.
"What is not papa.. Every day is like making people no appetite!! " Dila nagged approaching her sister and mother.
Bu Asih glared at Dila who was standing next to him. Suddenly Dila's countenance changed, her guts momentarily as she looked at her mother's visibly emotional face. He did not dare to say a word.
"Yes mom, come on, check it out.." Finally Citra agreed to her mother's invitation.
Dila took her brother's jacket hanging in the closet and put it on.
"mother went first with sister.. You take care of the house!!" Say bu Asih walking out of the room with Citra. Dila nodded and drove the two of them out of the house. Shortly an online taxi that Dila ordered stopped in front of the house. Citra and her mother immediately got into the car. While Dila stood on the porch of the house, staring at the departure of the two of them. Actually Dila harbored suspicion towards her brother. There must be something hidden by her brother.
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