Forced to Marry Alula
Cravings

"Henry, let's walk to the park!" Take Beverly to Henry who is still asleep in his bed.

"Bev, I'm still sleepy. It's a holiday" Henry replied in a hoarse voice, then he immediately lifted the blanket to the neck.

"Henry, your son wants a breath of fresh air," Beverly shook Henry's body so he could wake up.

"An hour Bev!" Henry bids.

"I want it now."

"Half an hour then."

"I want it now. If you don't want to, I'll walk my own way, "Beverly immediately stopped waking Henry up and pretended to walk out of the room.

"Come, Bev! I'll keep you company, "Henry put away the blanket and woke her up.

"Wait, I'm ready first" Henry went into the bathroom.

"I wait at the dinner table," Beverly immediately waited for her husband at the dinner table.

A few moments later....

"Come on Bev!" Take Henry who is ready to go.

"Eat first! I've been cooking before," Beverly smiled proudly.

Henry immediately sat down and stared at the breakfast before his eyes.

"Eggs again! But at least now the color was not too black," Henry gulped his saliva.

"I'm a bribe?" Beverly immediately took an omelet with the beef she had boiled.

"Let'soo!" Beverly feeds Henry with the food she makes.

"Bev, don't you season the beef?" Henry asked with a very sweet smile.

"Of course not. It's on the boil."

"Oh, yes. No problem," Henry ate back the food that his wife fed him.

"Henry, how? My cooking is progressing?" Beverly asked with a cheerful look on her face.

"of course. Your food is good from day to day" Henry said.

"Please give me the Oscar!" Henry's mind is back.

"It will be my turn to cook for you?" Henry stroked Beverly's hand gently.

"alright. I'll have a special meal!"

"Then let's go!" Henry stood up and clasped his wife's hands gently.

"Aren't you nauseous or vomiting?" Henry asked as Beverly stood up from her seat.

"A little but not to vomit."

"Thank God. Let's go to the park!"

They also walked to the park near the residential area where he lived.

"You tired?" Henry glanced at Beverly who was wiping the sweat on her forehead.

"No really. Henry, I want something!" Beverly exclaimed as they settled themselves in the chair that was in the garden.

"Something what? You want ice cream or what?" Henry offered. He really understands if women who are pregnant will feel the name of cravings.

Beverly looked at a man with a large head of plontos who was eating ice cream in the chair opposite her. Henry followed Beverly's gaze.

"You want ice cream like that guy ate?" Henry asked.

"No. Then?" Henry seemed to not understand.

"Look at his head! It seems really slippery and can be used as a mirror!" Beverly looked at the man's head which was not really covered by a single strand of hair.

"I want to touch his head!" Beverly is back.

"Bev, don't think about the no-no?" Henry tried to advise.

"But I really can't see his head!" Beverly looked anxious.

"This is your son's will!" Beverly looked at Henry with longing eyes.

"Alright, Bev! I'll ask permission so you can touch his head" Henry relented and stood up from his seat.

"Who said I'd touch it?" Ask Beverly who made Henry's move stop.

"You said you wanted to touch his head?" Henry looked clueless.

"Yes. But I want you to touch it" Beverly said with a smile.

"Bev, I don't want to" Henry refused.

"You really don't want to?" Beverly asked with teary eyes.

"alright. I'm gonna touch his head" Henry relented.

"Touch like this, huh?" Beverly demonstrated to the garden lights beside her.

"It's not like that either!" Henry saw Beverly's excessive movements.

"alright. Just so you pet it!"

Henry immediately went to the bald man's seat.

"Excuse me sir!" Henry said to the bald man.

"Yes?"

"Master, my wife is pregnant. He said he wanted to touch the master's head as a request to have his cravings. But she wanted to be represented to me as her husband. Can I?" Henry asked was was.

"That's your wife?" The man glanced at Beverly.

"Yes, sir."

He seemed to think and ponder.

"alright. Don't be long! I'm letting you because my wife is pregnant, too" the man leaned his head.

"Thank you, sir," Henry said cheerfully. Fortunately, he met a good man who did not make things difficult for him.

Henry immediately touched and stroked his bald head while exhaling his coarse breath. If it wasn't for his pregnant wife's request there's no way he'd want to.

"Already, sir. Thank you" Henry said kindly.

"Either. Always take care of your wife, huh? Fulfill all her desires!" Message the man.

"Yes. Again I say thank you. And I'm sorry sir!" Henry immediately went to Beverly's chair back.

"Bev, already!"

"Thank you husband" Beverly hugged Henry.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels slippery" Henry whispered. Then the couple laughed together.

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