WRONG MARRIAGE

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Zalfa turned to look at Mbak Yen who had been behind him for some time. Zalfa's smile expanded towards the maid.

“Eh, Mbak Yen, ngagetin aja,” said Zalfa. “Loh, how come Mbak Yen hasn't come home yet? This hour should Mbak Yen already at home?”

“I want to keep Miss. Miss is pregnant. Let me take care of Miss,” replied Mbak Yen sincerely.

“Yeah, Sister Yen, I can take care of myself. Nothing Mbak Yen should do for me.” Zalfa smiled sweetly.

“Usually pregnant people definitely need assistance, Non. It takes a lot for its sake. What else is the condition Miss is now lemes so. I see, Miss is vomiting a lot. The stomach is rarely filled. If Miss is not treated, Miss can be sick again.”

“There was Mama Maria watching me, really. Mbak Yen don't worry.”

“Mistress Maria is old and she is also sometimes sick, she can not pay full attention Miss. Look at Miss pale face.” Mbak Yen noticed Zalfa's facial skin.

Before long, Zalfa touched his temple while the other hand shut its mouth. In the next second, he rushed towards the sink, taking out everything in his stomach even though the contents of his stomach were empty. Several times he had vomited on the way home until he briefly stopped on the road. Really, his stomach feels so nauseous. Keliyengan head. Her body was cold too.

“Yes, Non. Miss condition is like this, right?” Ma'am Yen took the eucalyptus oil, her hands went into Zalfa's back veil and smeared the eucalyptus oil onto the woman's neck. “I leave it next to Miss Aja, Mr. Arkhan's replacement. Usually, pregnant people want to be spoiled by their husbands. Consider me Mr. Arkhan.”

Zalfa. Then wipe around his mouth with a tissue. He glanced at Mbak Yen who looked very worried about him. “I'm a laper, Ma'am.” Zalfa said softly.

“Nah, that's right. Finally ngaku.”

“But I don't want to eat anything.”

“Ya already, let Mbak masakin aja. Miss what are you trying to do now?

Zalfa. “No idea, Ma'am. My mouth doesn't taste good to eat. Smell food only taste nauseous.”

Zalfa smiled faintly. At this time even Mbak Yen even had a sloppy time.

“I'm interested in eating sausages,” said Zalfa.

“Well, not even nausea smell it, Non?”

“Nknow. But I want it.”

“Yes, let me fry the sausage. I picked up in the refrigerator first.” Ma'am Yen headed to the fridge. His face suddenly like a beg* person just after opening the refrigerator, he did not find any sausages there. “Yes.. stock of sausages in the refrigerator runs out, Non. Giman, dong? Eeee... yes let me buy it outside.”

Zalfa smile. “Minimarket is a bit far from here, bair I alone who bought out.”

“Nevent gone, Non. Let me get out on the bike for a while. Miss wait at home aja.” Mbak Yen is running away. He returned after fifteen minutes had passed. He made the sausage soup at Zalfa's request.

Zalfa is not interested in fried foods. He just wants food. It didn't take long for the soup to be served at the dinner table. Zalfa took only a few bribes. After that he asked Mbak Yen to spend the rest of the soup. If they are thrown away.

“What is my cooking not good, Non?” Mbak Yen the pesismis. “Kok, not drained? It was only a portion.”

“Quite feel some chew already coking, Mbak.” Zalfa smiled then stepped out of the dining room. He's headed for the room. The first sight was an empty pillow where Arkhan used to lie. Zalfa lay in bed. Her little hand stuck out and touched the pillow.

Arkhan.

TB