Forced to Become an Actor
The morning quarrel

Alea opened her eyes as she felt a kiss all over her face, she turned her head to the side where Tristan looked neat in his suit to the office.

Do not forget the man's perfect good looks, making Alea reflex immediately rubbed her husband's face.

Alea bellowed, he raised both his hands and was immediately welcomed by Tristan.

Tristan pulled his wife's hands together, and the woman went straight into her husband's arms.

Only a moment when Alea hugged her husband's sturdy body, she was immediately shocked by the nausea that attacked her.

Uwekkk …

Alea ran down from the bed, she went into the bathroom without closing the door first. A worried Tristan appeared to follow, helping to massage Alea's nape.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" tristan asked as he rubbed Alea's back.

Alea washed her mouth, she looked at Tristan then pushed the man away from her. Alea held her nose next to her hand, a sign that she was disturbed by her husband's scent.

"Dear, me?" ask Tristan ambiguously.

Alea's head nodded, he understood Tristan's question just now.

"What perfume do you wear, it smells nauseous." Alea protested.

Alea picked up the clean towel that was there, then smothered her own mouth and nose before finally coming out of the bathroom, leaving Tristan gawking in disbelief.

Tristan was still standing like a statue, he then raised both hands alternately while sniffing it deeply.

"Feelings don't smell, why is Alea so strange." Tristan muttered after smelling his own scent.

Tristan smelled that he was very fragrant, of course because his millions of mycules perfume would not emit a cheap smell.

Tristan sighed, then immediately came out to see his wife who was taking clothes in the closet.

"Darling, I don't smell at all. Why are you being weird?" tristan asked in a frustrated tone.

Alea. "You smell, I don't like it. Just don't come near me!!" alea replied in a slightly annoyed tone.

Tristan approaching. "Darling .." whining Tristan with spoiled.

Alea shook his head, he then walked over while carrying his clothes and went inside the bathroom. This time Alea locked the door so that Tristan could not enter.

Tristan scratched his temple, he was distraught by his wife's refusal this morning. It was obvious that he did not smell at all, why did Alea even speak strangely.

"Alea Alea .. rich pregnant women you tuh." Tristan muttered with his own anxiety.

Tristan laughed, but after a while he fell silent to realize his own words. Tristan was made to gawk for a while then ran towards the nightstand.

Tristan took the calendar, he touched each row of numbers in the calendar with his index finger.

"Alea, she's late for a monthly guest." Tristan Gumam.

Tristan was still speechless, but after a while he smiled so widely. Many positive conjectures in his head about his wife's current condition.

"Darling!!!" Tristan shouted loudly while banging on the bathroom door.

"What the hell, Mas. I'll take a shower later." Alea from within.

Tristan walked back and forth, he could not wait to see his wife come out of the bathroom and he would rush to the hospital to check on her condition.

Tristan desperately hopes that Alea is really pregnant, he and his wife have already suffered enough from the loss of a child. And now, Tristan is really praying, hopefully Alea is pregnant.

Tristan sat on the edge of the bed, biting his own thumb as he continued to stare at the bathroom.

Not long after, Alea came out already dressed. Her hair still seemed to be rolled up by the towel.

"Dear." Tristan was about to approach his wife, but Alea refused.

"Mas, don't ah. I'm so nauseous" Alea's pinta reached out her hand, asking her husband to stay where he was.

Tristan bent his face, he just wanted to cry with the rejection of his wife.

"Darling, we're going to the hospital." Take Tristan with spirit.

Alea flipped over while continuing to dry her hair.

"Hospital, Mas? Who's sick, what's mama?" alea asked with concern.

Tristan smiled, Alea is really a good woman. Even after mama Saras's harsh treatment of her, Alea remained worried about her mother-in-law's condition.

"No, Honey. Not my mom, but we have to go to the hospital." Reply Tristan.

Alea was just a beard, she would go wherever her husband took her. Being with Tristan, he would not be afraid of getting lost.

After drying her hair, and slightly polishing the makeup, Alea walked over to Tristan.

Alea held her husband's hand, she put on a feisty smile.

Tristan's forehead creased, he felt strange to see the change in his wife's attitude. I didn't want to come close at all, but look now.

"Well, don't you get nauseated?" ask Tristan.

"No, I also don't know why I'm suddenly not nauseous anymore." Alea answered honestly, he was also confused himself.

"Jude, it's okay, it's good. I'm tormented if you don't want to get near me." Tristan's timpal, made Alea laugh softly.

Tristan did not say much, he then took his wife out of the room. When the two of them had reached outside, they passed by a servant who seemed to want to come to the room.

"Master, Miss. There's a mistress and a great lord downstairs, they're waiting for you." Say the waiter politely.

Suddenly the smile on Alea's face disappeared, now her face looked tense with eyes staring here and there. Alea's feeling was not calm.

"Don't be afraid, honey. There I am, they came here because of my request." Said Tristan who noticed the change in expression on Alea's face.

Alea sighed softly, she tightened the armband in her husband's hand as a form of protection that Alea needed so much right now.

Tristan also took Alea, he rubbed the back of his wife's hand that felt trembling.

When she reached the bottom floor, Alea suddenly closed her eyes when her gaze collided with the sharp eyes of her mother-in-law.

Alea and Tristan walked up to the two, Alea was really feeling very scared, even her fear was making her stomach cramp.

"My son isn't going anywhere, you don't have to hold him too tight." Ketus mama Saras reprimanding.

Alea was about to let go of Tristan's arm, but she was banned by her husband with a headband.

"What do you mean, Tristan? Is that how you asked us to come?" said papa Jaya with a high direct tone.

"Then what should I do?" tristan asked calmly and casually.

"Tristan, don't forget that this mama is your mother, the one who gave birth to you. You dare to send a rude message to mama just for her sake!" snapped mama Saras while pointing at Alea.

"He's my wife, Ma. She's Mama's daughter-in-law, Kusuma's daughter-in-law." Tegur Tristan, still with such a calm tone.

"You're not ashamed, Tristan. This woman initially wants to destroy you, she wants to pretend to tease and damage the household–" said papa Jaya stopped because of Tristan.

"Whose household? Me and Linda, that household was destroyed a long time ago. And Alea, she's not a woman like papa's mind." Cut Tristan off quickly.

"Tristan! You've really become a brash kid, is this how your wife teaches you?" ask mama Saras.

Mama Saras's emotions had been blown away when she got a call from Tristan last night. His own son scolded him just for making Alea's hand hurt a little.

"Mama only hurt a little bit of her hand, if only you lost control, you could kill her yesterday!" added mama Saras with higher emotions.

"MAMA!!" reprimand Tristan with a higher tone. Since then he held back not to yell at the mother, but in the end it came off as well.

"What's? You want to fight mama for this cheap girl?" mama Saras asked Alea.

Alea cried, she lowered her head without daring to look at anyone who was there.

Alea clasped her clothes in the abdomen, the cramps in her stomach were getting worse, even from last night.

"Ma, she's my wife." Tristan's word is full of emphasis.

"And she's your mama, Tristan. Women who have given birth, raised and educated you to be like this. So this is your reply to us?" ask papa Jaya.

Mama Saras approached Alea, she clenched her hands with growing feelings of resentment.

"You really are a shameless woman, a cheap woman and a destroyer of other people's families. I really hate you, I will never accept you as a daughter-in-law!" snapped mama Saras with teary eyes and full of hatred.

Alea cried even more, she closed her eyes with increasing pain. Alea held her husband's hand.

"Mas, my stomach hurts .. awww.." Alea kept grimacing.

"Darling, hey. What's up?" tristan asked softly, his hands rubbing his wife's pretty face.

"Akhhh hiks .. pain, Mas!!" said Alea getting louder.

Tristan was about to hold Alea, but his movements immediately stopped when he saw the blood flowing on his thigh and continued down his wife's legs.

"Dear, calm down." Tristan whispered and carried Alea out of the house.

Both Tristan's parents were just as shocked as their son earlier upon seeing the blood on Alea's legs.

"Pa, is that woman pregnant?" mama Saras asked, looking fear in her eyes.

"Come, Ma." Answer papa Jaya slowly.

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