ATIQA
Chapter 55: Morning Sickness

Atiqah routinely comes to Ardi's apartment. Just to spend time together watching a movie or doing something else.

And a month passed. Some of Ardi's closet contains Atiqah clothes that he bought together in the Mall. Atiqah became distant with Lala. Atiqah is busy with Ardi while Lala keeps away from him.

"Mba, tomorrow Saturday Bu Siti ngunduh ghost at the hotel near the station. Mother same father is given a uniform" his mother's words make the morning Atiqah feel bad.

"Was Fajar Already Married? how am I not told?" Atiqah pulls up a chair, sits in the dining room.

"This morning we got married in Bandung. Maybe Dawn forgot to tell. Saturday you leave with Robi, all with Ardi" said Bu Asri, putting vegetables and side dishes.

Atiqah was silent, he was jealous to hear the news of Fajar getting married this morning.

"Breakfast used to be mba" said Bu Asri shifting the container containing rice.

"Where's mom?" Atiqah circulated the look for the figure of his father.

"Bapak equally Robi again joined the service" he said again. Ms. Asri pulled up a chair, sitting in front of Atiqah.

"Mom not selling?" ask Atiqah while spooning rice, vegetables and chicken milk into his mouth.

"Today's mom's off, mom's shop closes first. I'm tired, want to rest" Asri ma'am also enjoy breakfast.

"Ooo .. Yes, if tired of rest mom. Atiqah also got a scholarship until the third grade, so the father of the same mother was not burdened with school fees" Atiqah again chewed his food.

"Yes mba. Thankful son Smart mom. Thank you mba, have been a good and understanding mother's child" Ms. Asri smiled happily.

"A grateful MBA has a father with Mother" Atiqah returned her mother's smile but in her heart was sad. It has been a month since she had not menstruated. It's been two days, every night his stomach feels cramped like the moon is coming.

Atiqah's face changed when nausea suddenly came. He held it but...

"Huek huek" Atiqah ran towards the kitchen sink, right behind her mother sitting down. Ms. Asri got up, helped massage her daughter's nape.

"Mba, why? it hurt?" bu Asri continued to massage the nape. Atiqah removed all of his stomach contents.

"No idea" Atiqah sat in the chair her mother was sitting in.

"Drink first" Asri gave her daughter warm tea. Atiqah drank it slowly.

"Mba, in the room first ma'am. Dizziness" Atiqah walked limped holding his head. Ms. Asri looked at her daughter while continuing to shake her head. He did not want to prejudice Atiqah.

Atiqah closed the door and threw herself on the bed.

One message Ardi had been in since this morning.

📩 Ardi

Yang..so to the apartment, right? i'm kangen.

Atiqah read while gazing at his head that felt increasingly spinning.

📩 Atiqahku

I guess not. I'm ill.

Short reply. Atiqah can not linger staring at the phone screen. He just put it next to him regardless of Ardi's message again.

📩 Ardi

What pain? semalem you are fine. Don't make alesan!

📩 Ardi

Which...kok not bales? are you really sick?

📩 Ardi

Okay.I'm home now. Watch out for lying, I'll kill you in the room!

Atiqah felt nauseous again, her hands crawling the study table beside the bed. Looking for eucalyptus oil. After being able to, he smeared into the nose, nape and chest.

"Ah..segernya" inhale the distinctive aroma of eucalyptus oil.

Because of being comfortable with the smell of oil, Atiqah fell asleep. He did not hear Ardi's voice on the terrace when he met Asri's mother.

"Mom's morning. Atiqah exists?" tanyakanya. Ms. Asri just came out of the house carrying some food for her to give to the kamling post at the end of the road where the neighborhood fathers took royong.

"Is Atiqah really sick?" ask Ardi.

"Yes, that breakfast again does not know why immediately vomiting. Maybe a cold. Yaudah nak Ardi, the mother of anther food first to the post. It's been awaited by other mothers" said Asri bu directly left Ardi.

Ardi nodded then entered the house, knocking on the door of Atiqah's room. There is no lawfulness. Ardi pressed the door handle slowly. Atiqah was right to fall asleep on his back. Ardi sat on the edge of the bed, the distinctive aroma of oil wafted. Then he extended his hand to Atiqah's forehead.

"No fever" he murmured. "Yang .. It's me. Get up" pat Atiqah on the shoulder.

"Why are you here?" Atiqah was surprised, turning her body to see Ardi who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"My message wasn't baled. So I came here. You don't have a fever but I said, were you vomiting?" tanya Ardi, put away the strands of hair that covered Atiqah's forehead.

"Yes. Tau-tau felt really nauseous, but now it's not good" he replied then a little look at the state of the house from the top of the bed, the door of his room was wide open.

"Who's looking?" tanya Ardi saw the Atiqah.

"Mother"

"Mother to the post kamling nganter food" Ardi rubbed Atiqah's cheek.

"Hug .. I miss" Atiqah stretched out her arms, wanting to get her lover's embrace.

"Oh because you want to be hugged so see the situation first?" Atiqah nodded with a smile. Ardi hugged Atiqah tightly.

"I want to kiss too" Atiqah whined again.

"Happyly" Ardi tilted his head and pressed his lips against Atiqah's lips. "You stink of Yang oil" he said on the sidelines of a kiss. Atiqah shook her head, not wanting to be disturbed. Atiqah keeps pressing in enjoying Ardi's lips. Atiqah missed her lover's caress.

"I want you" whispered Ardi biting the ear lobe.

"Don't here. I'm afraid Father Mother is coming home" Atiqah held Ardi's chest.

"OK .. we're going to the apartment now. You call mom, tell me we're going to the doctor" Ardi suggested. Atiqah.

Atiqah rolled up her phone screen, contacting Ms. Asri.

"Mom, Ardi wants to take her to the doctor"

"......"

"Yes ma'am .. yes"

"Udah?" Atiqah. Ardi again invaded Atiqah's lips while squeezing one chest.

"I want this first. Sitting here" squeezed his chest and patted his thigh so that Atiqah sat on his lap facing. Ardi lifted the pajamas up past the head and placed them on the mattress.

Ardi lowered one bra strap, pulled out one chest and immediately wrapped his tongue, playing around until clucked and wet. Atiqah squeezed the back of Ardi's head while raising her face to the ceiling of the room.

"Udah Yang .. I'm wet" Atiqah muttered. It feels really tickling.

"I can't stand Yang either. Play cepet yes, later we continue again in the apartment" Atiqah nodded, closed the room door and lowered his pants to the thigh. And so is Ardi.

Atiqah clenched her mouth withstanding Ardi's swift thrust and movement. He wanted to scream but realized his voice would come out.

"Udah Yang's. Swing hunting change your clothes. We are leaving now" said Ardi while wiping his property also belongs to Atiqah with a tissue that he snatched from the study table.

"Such if you play cepet gini. Deg-deg an" said Atiqah, pulling clothes and pants from the closet and wearing them quickly.

"Would you try something more challenging?" tanya Ardi opened the room door.

"No way" Atiqah shook her head and walked out of the house, locked the door and then placed the key under the flower pot of Asri's beloved.

Atiqah and Ardi got into the car, headed for the apartment.

Seriate...

*****

Anyway mah pol-pol an before fire country attack 😄

Don't forget the 5-star rate, like, comment and gift 😁😊 malak 😂

Thanks 🙏🙏🙏