FORCED CHEATING
92NGIDAMS
Ramzi arrived at the hospital after the butler called her on the way home to inform her that Sofi had been taken to the hospital.
“Master, you can't enter.” Prevent the maidservant who saw Ramzi coming in with a panicked face and a hasty step arriving in front of the hospital's IGD room where Wirawan's doctor was on duty.
“How is it?” Ask Ramzi worriedly.
“Mistress is being treated by doctor.” The servant's hand.
From a distance, someone walked at a fast pace. The sound of his shoes collided with the floor of the silent hospital hallway.
“I'm sorry Sir, I'm off duty.
It turns out that guy was Doctor Wirawan. Apparently on the way, Ramzi had called Wirawan doctor to inform Sofi.
“I don't want to know, you take full responsibility for what happened to my wife.” Ramzi said with his jaw tightened.
Doctor Wirawan nodded and quickly went inside. A few minutes passed but there was no word from the room where Sofi was being handled.
Ramzi sat with a cheesy face, while the maid was standing some distance away from Ramzi and realized there was concern for her young master even though she herself knew that the young master was ignoring the wife he had just married in a few days.
“Tuan.” The rebuke of a waiter who came unnoticed Ramzi managed to surprise Ramzi's banquet.
“What's up?” Tanya Ramzi flat.
“Big master asks you to go home, let us wait for Madam.” Said the waiter.
Ramzi rubbed his face rough and stood looking at the door of the IGD room which was silent.
BEEPING
A message came in on Ramzi's cell.
You better go home now, don't spend your night waiting for that woman because tomorrow morning you have to go to the office to attend an important meeting. Never show your weakness in front of that woman. Let the waiter stand guard there.
That was the message from Mr. Alatas that Ramzi had just read.
Gamang ramzi. He was very worried about Sofi. What if Sofi can't be handled properly? What if something happens to Sofi and she doesn't know it?
“Tuan.” Once again the voice of the servant resuscitated Ramzi. “Pardon me, let me take your car home later. You go home with the driver, this is the big sir's order.”
Without saying much, Ramzi gave up the keys to his car because he himself felt very tired. His head was a bit dizzy, probably the effect of the drink he had enjoyed with Jane a while ago, plus his mind and drowsiness started to attack him.
Ramzi stepped away towards the parking lot.
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A new day in a new home. This morning Mirza woke up early, letting his wife fall asleep again after the dawn prayer. Mirza did not want to bother him, he took the initiative to make breakfast for his wife.
Om Jaka came out of the room with a cell phone stuck to his ear. He was talking seriously with his business friend.
Om Jaka walked up to the guest and continued his conversation there. Mirza is busy making fried noodles, the aroma is smelled to the living room.
“What's your morning-morning gini?” Tau-tau Om Jaka was nongol behind Mirza.
“”Mie fried.” Mirza without looking.
Finished lifting his fried noodles, Mirza prepared a veal-eye omelet. While Om Jaka seems to be looking for something in the refrigerator.
“From what's up, Om?”
“Coffee.”
“Copies from the refrigerator?” Mirza wonder.
“Yes your time umpetin here, because from dawn I nyari-nyari coffee no.”
Mirza grabbed a jar of coffee from the kitchen cabinet on the stove.
“Nih.”
“Lah, where's the sugar?”
“Abis.”
“I'm drinking coffee pait? You think I jin iprit doyannya same coffee pait?” Kesal Om Jaka's.
“Ya buy first, Om.”
“Buy where?”
“In his math store Haji Barkah.”
THE PLAQUE!
Om Jaka clapped Mirza's shoulder in annoyance.
“Sompress lu! Sugar buying time in the material store?”
Mirza chuckled.
“Ya anyways use it. Buy sugar in the shop!”
“My males, scared mom complex here on awed look my fondness.” Om Jaka pede.
Om Jaka instead sat on the dining chair which was just a step away from the kitchen and took the fried noodles and started breakfast.
“Enak yes, who cooks who eats first?” Sindir Mirza while putting a plate containing eggplok.
“Sori, I'm a really big laper about it.” Said Om Jaka cuek sabil continue to enjoy Mirza-made fried noodles.
Mirza can only stroke the chest to see the behavior of her Omnya who sometimes likes as good as her own eel.
“Oya, you so buy the motor not this afternoon?" Tanya Om Jaka on the sidelines eating it.
Mirza pulls up the chair next to her omnya.
“So.” Shortened leg.
“Elu really-do not want to use your old motor?”
Mirza. “I've asked Udin to take the same motor car at home to be loved by mother.”
“Not many, but InsyaAllah is still enough.”
“Against you love the same savings account book deposit you make your mother?” Om Jaka fishing rod while glancing at his nephew.
“Enak! Keep me the same Via eat what dong if all my money I love to mother?” Mirza Kesel also with the phrase Om Jaka.
“Eating nails can also, ntar I maintain the same my future-in-law, hehe...”.
“Hu! Arrogant, eager to be the daughter-in-law of a material store!” Annoyed Mirza as she left her Omnya for the room.
“Company anyway no, just want to show off!” Reply Om Jaka slightly shouted.
Mirza ogah ngeladenin again babbling Om Jaka, he entered the room and still found his wife bbergelung with his blanket.
“Sayang.” Mirza touched Via soft shoulder, “You don't want to wake up yet?” Mirza's whisper in Via's ear.
Via opened her lazy eyes, and saw her husband already sitting by her side.
“We have breakfast first yuk, Mas already made you fried noodles you know.”
Via stretched his body for a bit. “Mas... I guess I don't want breakfast. My stomach is a little bad, my head is also dizzy.”
“Mual yes, babe?” Mirza stroked Via's stomach.
“Neither, kayak is a little sore in this part.” Via pointed Mirza's hand to the left of her stomach.
“You must have exhausted yesterday. We'd better go to the doctor, yes.” Mirza was worried.
“No need, at most it will be better. I also lemes nih Mas, males want to do anything.” Via Say.
Mirza sighed, rubbed his wife's head and looked at his wife's face full of affection.
“From that time we have not had time to check with the obstetrician you know, dear." Mirza reminded.
“Other times yes, Mas. I really lemes really nih.”
“Yes, yes. But you have to have breakfast first yes, dear.”
Via shakes.
“I want to eat chicken geprek.”
“Ha? Chicken geprek? Where do people sell chicken geprek early in the morning gini? Mirza was astonished to hear his wife's request.
“Yes don't know, find it yourself. My time is?” Via sebel's.
“Iya later Mas cariin, but most somewhat unfortunate, now eat fried noodles first yes, Mas fetakin?”
Via nodded again.
“I just want to eat chicken geprek.” Rajuk.
“Yeah, baby. The selling is also the least open at this hour.” Mirza was completely unaware of the request of her palace.
“Ya already, a bit of a shadow also not papa.” Say it at last.
“Well, that's dong.” Mirza.
“Don't mince it, Mas. I also want to be bought onde-onde which contains ijo beans.” Imbuh Via is still from inside his blanket with a spoiled tone but his law is mandatory for the husband to obey him.
“Ah, onde-onde doang is easy. Usually many who sell, dear.”
“But the small ones yes, Mas. The shape is mini and perfectly round and the amount of sesame is odd.”
“WHAT?” Mirza's eyes suddenly glared in surprise at the request of the two Via. “Onde-one mini is okay, perfect round is also okay, but if the amount of sesame should be odd yes where Mas know dear. Should I first calculate the number? Could be your husband got the nagging mamang who sells onde-onde!”
“Terden! Anyway I want it!” Sahut Via while pulling his blanket over his face.
“Yes yes, Mas follow. Don't sulk dong.” Mirza opened the blanket that covered his wife's face. “Now Mas make milk yes, let you same adek baby who is here healthy.” Mirza stroking the peut Via. “Please adek baby if you have to wait for the same fat chicken onde-onde right noon?” May Mirza so that his wife there is food intake even if it is just a glass of milk pregnant women.
Via nodded.
“Oya, Mas will also ask for Om Jaka to be delivered to the dealer to buy a motorbike. The same old motorbike our car is left at home to be advised to mother.”
“Iya, it's up to Mas aja.”
“Please yes, dear. You have always supported your own people and have never been afraid even though maybe our lives will change a little more simply.” Mirza grabbed Via's fingers and kissed it gently.
“Iya, Mas. I believe in all the decisions I make.”
The cup! The cup! The cup! The cup!
Mirza this time showered his wife's face with short kisses and only stopped after Via pushed her husband's body away to give her another wish.
“Buruan make milk Mas." Via Pinta. "But I want to use a glass with flowers. Whether there are butterflies too, keep the color not clear, do not peke glass glass, use plastic cups aja.”
“Yes pardon ....!!!” Mirza patted her own jidat in frustration.
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Naah, request pregnant women like weird and weird yes Kak ..😂😂😂
No one ever craved weird like that too?🤭🤭🤭
Hopefully, Mirza can handle all requests Via ya.😍😍
Uh, Sofi about how his fate was ..🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔
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