Beds Om Duda Partner
Episode 194_Aman

"True Mas, earlier .. I was talking to my friends, they were talking about a very bad tourist spot, and that place, I chose it. So, I said if, I'm stupid," Sheila answered lying.

"Oh, I think .. some people say my lover is stupid. I wouldn't accept it if you were insulted like that, baby,"

"Mas, I'm going back to the room. I'm tired, I'm gonna take a break."

"Let me take you!"

"No need Mas," Sheila refused.

'Can-can, I'm stuck again, I better go alone, ' Sheila's inner.

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"Who is the father of the child you bear! Who!" al shouted after sitting his sister on the edge of the bed.

"Mas, what the fuck, who's pregnant? I'm not pregnant!"

"This what! why did I find this in your stack of books!"

"That's it, don't be evasive anymore, who's the father of the child you bear! who!" snapped Al gave a long flat object.

"In the years, I've looked after you Ir, in the years I sent you to be a successful woman, but why! why, did you disappoint me? Who's the father of your son!" al was frustrated.

Irma was fixated, she was confused about having to explain everything from where and what? just crying, all Irma can do.

"That's not mine Mas, where might I be pregnant. It belongs to my patient!" elak Irma again.

"Patient? Okeh! if it belongs to your patient, why is it in your hands?"

"It's just a matter of course, isn't it? I'm an obstetrician, my patients have early signs of pregnancy. Yes, I gave him a testpack, and it turned out that the testpack was left behind, so I took it, I took it home, in the hospital, I was afraid of missing Mas. Now you believe me, right? I'm not pregnant" replied Irma.

'The reason is pretty reasonable. Maybe I was too much, ' Inner Al breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then why are you crying?" al asked as he watched Irma wipe away her tears.

"Make sure I cry, from a long time ago I never got rough treatment from Mas Al, and now ... Mas Al snapped at me and scolded me. Yes, there you go from my room! I'm gonna take a break!" ketus Irma straightened her legs and pulled her blanket.

"I'm sorry, Ir, I don't mean to make you sad or cry" Al said approaching and bending his knees to align with his sister. He rubbed Irma's forehead and cheeks repeatedly.

"Mas was just afraid something bad might happen to you. Mom says, some days you like to daydream."

'Thank God, Mas Al believed in me, ' Irma's inner self.

"Yes, I know how you feel. You just want to protect me from the bad."

Al smiled then nodded his head, "Yes, now rest, but before resting, you should fill your empty stomach. From now on, you're nauseous, Ir!

"Yes, but I'm not hungry. I'm going to bed. Oh yes, Mas .. Can I ask you a favor?"

"What?"

"Please keep our quarrel secret from mom, I don't want to .. Mom thinks like you, I don't want mom to be in shock," replied Irma hesitantly.

"Yes, just calm down. Tomorrow we check on your health, I can't see my dear sister getting sick" Al's statement made Irma shake her head quickly.

"No need Mas, I just ate wrong, Mas Al doesn't have to worry about me, I don't hurt Mas," Irma smiled.

"Stay still, look at Ir's very pale face! I don't want anything to happen to you. You're a doctor, you should know the risk of illness being kept. Or put it this way, tomorrow I'll call doctor Riyan, your lover .. to check on your condition" Al bargained.

"But, I'm healed tomorrow. Don't treat me like a kid, Mom!"

"I don't want a rebuttal, it's better .. now eat, or your face will get paler," said Al up and kissed his sister's forehead at a glance.

"Mas, I don't need to be taken to the hospital."

"For that thing, it's better .. throw it away, aren't you disgusted, Ir? that was someone else's ex. There's a lot of viruses or bacteria in that thing."

"Em .. tomorrow I throw it away, now I .. I'm afraid, Mom caught me and thought things out of me!" irma turned off the main light of her room.

"Good Night, Mas Al!" then Irma closed her eyes.

After hearing the door of the room closed, Irma slowly opened her eyelids, she confirmed again the departure of her Brother.

"I'm sorry, Mom! I've let you down. But I promise you, I'll solve this problem as soon as possible" said Irma flicking the blanket and running towards the bathroom.

Hook ... Hook ....

"Why does my stomach keep nausea!" said Irma washing her mouth with tap water lit, "Has right, Mas Al asked me to go to the doctor, it turns out my face is very pale like a mayit. I need to call that fake doctor. I don't want to have any more problems. I'll be in Mas Al's hands if I'm caught lying."

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"Will your sister see you, Al?" asked Irma's mother after Al arrived at the ground floor without carrying his food wrapper.

"He's sick, Mom! I'll call doctor Riyan tomorrow. Now, I take care of Irma, I have to go back!" al has tidied up his appearance.

"For what's back? this is your home, Al!"

"Stay here, and accompany Irma."

"But Mom, I can't! I have to go back!"

"You're all grown up, stay with us, Al! it's been a while, you've been out of this house" asked Irma's mother.

"I'll stay here, after Irma gets married," Al replied then walking towards the main door.

In the next day, Irma was neat with her work clothes. He walked down the stairs to get to the dinner table.

"For Ma'am" said Irma.

"Morning, why is your face so pale, Ir? if you're sick, you'll let it go and rest at home" the mother said.

"I'm bored at home, I've been living in my room for a few days.Oh yes, where is Mas Al?" asked Irma while shifting her seat.

"Your brother came home last night."

"Why Ma'am? I thought he was staying at this house" Irma replied, taking her food.

"Tumben don't use sea fish, Ir?" ask Irma's mother, "When is your favorite food?"

"No ma'am, it smells fishy. I don't like it, I can throw up. Better get rid of the fish. This alone, my stomach is already nauseous!" irma involuntarily made her mother furrow her brows.

"Ir's milk, in a drink?" mother Irma's.

"Yes Ma'am" answered Irma taking one glass containing her favorite chocolate milk.

Hook ...

"Mom, from tomorrow on, don't make me milk. my napssu is gone, right away" Irma ran to the sink and washed her mouth.

"What's wrong with you?" shouting Mother.

Hook ... Hoekk ....

"Emm. .. I may have eaten something wrong, some days my stomach is troubled," Irma replied nervously.

"You pregnant?" ask Irma's mother suddenly.

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