When Married?
The KM Part 136
Flowers noticed her husband's pale face. A circle of cold sweat began to condense on the forehead of Literature. She wiped it with a tissue, then checked her body temperature using a thermometer and the results were normal, but her husband did not look okay.
Flowers take wind oil rubbing it on the belly and back of Literature. "Are you ok honey?" The flower sits on the edge of the bed with a worried face.
Literature woke up and laid himself back with the thighs of the Flower as a cushion of his head, the position of his head facing his wife's stomach and one hand curled around the body of the Flower.
"I'm fine, after coming home from my honeymoon my work piled up, maybe I was just exhausted." Literature tightened her embrace and closed her eyes.
Flowers stroked the black hair of Literature that he used to knead when they were curled up in a puddle of passion.
"I'll call the doctor?" wheedled.
"Don't baby, I just need a little sleep."
"Tommy said you were vomiting and haven't had lunch yet, would I make you something?"
"I want to eat spicy fruit dishes sold on the side of the road, it looks good" he murmured.
"Tumben wants to eat like that, not before you don't like it? usually if I buy you always protest that street food is not hygienic," said Bunga.
"I don't know either, I suddenly came to want to eat it." Literature is half whining.
"Are you sure you want to eat that?" ask the flowers back.
Literature nods its mark.
"Wait a minute, I'll ask Mr. Pendi to buy it."
Bunga called Mr. Pendi to buy. It didn't take long for the food her husband wanted to come. Literature devoured a large portion of the rujak until the toilet was not restless, Flowers who saw it grew worried because they were afraid Literature even more stomach pain.
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Early in the day, Bunga's sleep was disturbed because of the noise from the bathroom, he felt the bed next to him and Literature was not beside him.
Flowers rubbed her eyes and rose to the source of the voice, she saw her husband vomiting and kneeling at the side of the closet, Flowers immediately approached and kneeled at his nape.
"Sas, it seems like you don't just catch a cold, you're not usually like this. Anyway today I'll call the doctor and don't argue!"
Literature simply nodded her head and closed her eyes again.
Early in the morning the Prawira family doctor had come to the house, Bik Isah welcomed and drove the doctor to the Literature room.
When the doctor came in, he saw Sastra who was laying her head on the lap of Flowers spoiled. The doctor smiled meaningfully and felt ashamed of himself, only this time he saw the other side of the young CEO, usually if out at work, he said, Literature is a person who is firmly grounded in leadership that is intimidating and always authoritative at every opportunity. But when he was with his wife, he looked different.
The doctor immediately checked the condition of Literature as a whole, but a moment later instead frowned.
"From the results of my examination, Mr. Literature's condition is all fine, Madam" explained the doctor.
"But why has he been vomiting since yesterday and cannot eat anything other than fruit?" Flowers are curious.
"Fruit truck?" The doctor asked the flower.
"Yes Doctor, yesterday he could only eat fruit, if eating other foods instead made him return nausea and vomiting."
The doctor paused for a moment. "It seems that the one to check is not Mr. Literature, but you Madam."
"I'm Doctor? why should I be the one to check? I'm fine." Flowers are even astonished by the advice of doctors.
"I want to ask, when was the last time the Madam came to the moon?"
"What connection?" Flowers felt strange with the doctor's question.
"May I check on you Madam?"
Flowers stared in confusion towards her husband and hesitantly she nodded. The doctor immediately checked the condition of the Flower's body, then he smiled and looked at the couple in turn.
"This is just an estimate, because I am not an expert in this field, it seems you are currently pregnant young Madam."
"What's? Getting pregnant!" they both come together.