BOUND BY THE WRONG MARRIAGE

BOUND BY THE WRONG MARRIAGE
Bastio's sick


Santi went back to his room and intended to go back to sleep because he felt tired all day waiting for Bastio, finally he could fall asleep soundly too. bastio is still busy with work that has been delayed for the past few days.


Days changed days, a week was the age of marriage Bastio has been passed. However, they had never once been seen sleeping in one bed.Bastio always come home late, then He busied himself in his workroom and not infrequently also often He slept there.


They both very rarely communicate, even look never at all. maybe because of the pressure of the work faced by Bastio or something else, Santi was very happy, because this is what he really wanted, because He was not fully prepared to carry out his duties as a wife, so He did not need to ask Bastio to give a reason why He did not want to carry out his duties as a wife.


In addition, one day Santi discussed marriage as he wanted. They both agreed and agreed on the conditions requested by Santi.


Second by second, day by day, Sunday by Sunday, and month by month their relationship remained equally developmental. Bastio always busy himself with his various activities. Nevertheless, it turns out that Bastio is very caring and considerate of his wife. He always reminded his wife of his health, even though it did not come out of his own mouth. He always advised all his assistants in addition to taking care of it with extra, also prioritizing healthy and nutritious food for his wife, even though things like this were certainly without Santi's knowledge of course.


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Five months later.


Santi's stomach changes that were originally flat, are now getting bigger and bigger.


Today is Santi's content control schedule, as always he is delivered by his personal driver and accompanied by Mbok Minah.


advice for the sake of good advice for pregnant women already he listened from the obstetrician.


This morning control went very smoothly as before. because it was finished finally Santi and Mbok Minah returned home.


Santi arrived home at around two in the afternoon. He then said goodbye to Mbok Minah, to immediately rush to his room because he felt very tired this morning and wanted to straighten his back there.


"cekreeek." The door to the room was opened by Santi. he then immediately went inside. He felt very homesick with his bed and wanted to immediately lay his body up there.


However, after he arrived, he instead stood and was silent at the door not daring to do it because it turns out there Bastio who was asleep there with still wearing his full work clothes. the sleeping position is also very messy with the origin of half his body on the foot bed attached to the floor is still in the position of the shoe is still attached.


"Why is he here?. isn't he at work? he came home very quickly, not as usual, ummmh... is he sick?" Santi wondered to himself in his heart of astonishment as he looked at Bastio and had not yet departed from where he stood.


Santi walked over to her husband, when she got there, she stretched out her hand and put it on Bastio's forehead.


"It's so hot, it's worth it this midday to be home." He murmured in his heart.


Santi then confirmed his sleeping position Bastio. helped him open his shoes and raise both his legs on the bed. Then he continued by helping him open the shirt and tie very carefully.


"Why are you so nice? please don't do it, I'm afraid to fall in love with you?" Bastio murmured inwardly as he watched Santi with a glare of my eyes and a hearty look that was taking good care of him.


After Santi finished helping her husband she immediately covered him and immediately rushed out of the room to the kitchen looking for a basin and then he filled it with ice water. then she took him back into her room and immediately compressed her husband with care and tenderness, and most uniquely, Santi did it without a word coming out of her mouth.


At this time Santi looks so very worried and panicked to see the condition of Bastio like this, until he forgets the fatigue that He feels today.


A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door from outside. Santi ran a little hastily to open it. After the door opened, it turned out Mbok Minah and doctor Rio, the personal doctor of Bastio's house was already at the door.


"Hallo." Rio's doctor's greeting to Santi.


"Uhmmm, hello." He answered with a friendly smile.


"Sorry Den ayu, Rio's doctor wants to check on Den Tio for a while." Mbok Minah said to Santi who was in front of him.


"Ba.. alright, let's go to the doctor, tap.but sorry I brought the Mbok Minah for a moment." Answer gugub.


"Yes, thank you and please!" Rio's doctor's speech is friendly to Santi.


Santi invites Mbok Minah out of the room. He was curious and wondered why Mbok Minah could know and could come along with the doctor Rio.


"Mbok, where can Mbok know if Bastio is sick?… all day we're together. do not-don't Mbok already know but not tell me?" Said Santi as he opened his mouth.


"No, Mbok also only knew when Rio's doctor came here Den ayu, if Den Tio was sick. At first I thought Den ayu was why, why, because we were going to travel earlier, apparently Nak Diki who called the doctor Rio to come here, because he knew Den Tio was sick." Answer explains.


"Oooo, is that what it looks like? sorry Mbok, I was prejudiced by Sama Mbok. Let's go in." While holding Mbok Minah's arm into his room.


"No problem, just a normal fever due to fatigue and lack of rest only.drink the medicine and let him rest enough also later immediately healed." Said the doctor Rio to Mbok Minah and Santi who look worried. and of course immediately nod his head by Santi.


"Alright, thank you. Let me drop you out." Mbok Minah said kindly to Rio's doctor.


"Alright. come." Rio's doctor replied as he walked out of Bastio's room and said goodbye to Santi. because Bastio was currently asleep due to the effect of the medicine given to Rio's doctor.


Santi nodded his head back as he walked in Mbok Minah's footsteps and Rio's doctor arrived at the door of his room.