Husband, Honey Mouth Poison
Milk allergy

Raisya took out a pack of biscuits as well as her usual milk box.

"Michel wants?" Raisya thrust out the biscuits he had opened first.

Michel nodded.

"Whose son is this?" Raisya glanced at Michel and stroked her broken hair. I don't know suddenly his heart melted to see the bule boy in front of him. Her bare hands and cute cheeks Michel look adorable.

"Try you gini rich good tea. There must be a lot of people who like." Raisya had unknowingly chattered to herself. Raisya observes Michel's late-goal chewing on biscuits. Sometimes he wiped his lips with a tissue. His lips smiled at Michel. There was a sense of haru also happily growing in Raisya's heart.

"I want to drink" Michel's great-grandson.

"At least get some water first!" Raisya got up from her chair and walked to the pantry to fetch water in a cup made of melamine.

"Yes my.. Michel... Why drink milk?" Raisya. Because the milk box he had just released was being swiped by Michel.

Raisya approached Michel but did not dare to ask for the milk box was afraid she screamed.

"It's aunty change yes the same water let Michel drink this first yes!" Raisya tries to seduce Michel into removing the milk box from her hand.

"That's good he's willing to let go." Raisya was relieved. He poured water for Michel to drink.

Michel took a few sips. Raisya again keeps the cup out of reach and also hides the rest of the milk box under the table.

"Oos.. Ooo.. " Michel's mouth is round. Like I was about to spit something out.

"Michel.. why?" Raisya panic.

"Hhh.. Hhh.. Michel wants to puke." He whines and talks he says he wants to vomit.

"Oh my God, why this child?" Raisya immediately carried him and took him to the toilet.

"Uooo's... Uooo... Uooo's.. " The voice filled the toilet as Michel let out the vomit he had just been holding.

"Oh Allah..Why is this child?" Raisya was panicking.

"Hhh.. Hhh.. Hhh... " Michel was crying and her body looked limp.

"Oh baby.. " Raisya could do nothing but massage Michel's nape slowly.

"Still want to vomit?" Raisya looked at Michel with a feeling of uneasiness. He was so scared that there was nothing with Michel.

He nodded weakly.

"Uooo's... Uooo... Uooo." Michel regurgitated his entrails this time his only yellow liquid was probably the food that had just been eaten had been spewed out. So only that liquid came out making Michel's stomach hurt because nothing could be spewed out, but the nausea was so strong.

"Sakiittt." Michel cried while complaining of pain.

"Yes Allah.. How's this?" Raisya immediately hugged Michel who was still crying weakly. He took Michel out of the toilet after cleaning up the vomit

"Tante rubbed his stomach yes.fear of catching a cold." Tawar Raisya's.

Michel just nodded.

Raisya carried the white wood inside her bag. Then take off Michel's shirt.

"Yes, this kid is allergic." Raisya noticed a red rash around Michel's stomach and neck.

Raisya immediately rubbed Michel's body to reduce his nausea. Raisya's heart was now engulfed in panic. Because he takes full responsibility to look after Michel. If there's anything, he'll be blamed.

"Raisya. calm down you need to calm down." Raisya muttered to herself overcoming her anxiety.

"Come. think Raisya.." Raisya muttered back. Pressing his mind to find a solution.

"I'd better take him to the nearest hospital lest Michel get worse." Raisya takes uncompromising spontaneous action on his father Michel. Because in his current mind, how to deal with allergies quickly.

Raisya immediately packed his wallet and phone into the bag. He immediately carried Michel outside the room.

Raisya's heart was not calm. The elevator slowed down to get to the first floor.

A warm feeling began to Raisya feel from the air Michel's body.

"Yes Allah.. Michel has a fever." Raisya is not calm.

"Duh ieu elevator ni melt kieu." Complain Raisya with his Sundanese accent.

Tling

The voice was so beautiful to hear when Raisya had been expected to arrive at the intended floor.

After the elevator doors opened, Raisya half ran while carrying Michel outside the building.

"Taxi!" Raisya screamed for a taxi because she was so panicked.

"Sir, please drive to the nearest hospital! Hurry up sir!" Raisya asks the taxi driver to deliver her quickly.

"Good mbak."

Throughout the journey Raisya's heart was like running a marathon. He continued to recite prayers so that Michel could be helped.

"Alhamdulillah. How many sir?" Raisya asked as soon as the taxi arrived in front of the ER room.

"Just be right." The taxi driver apparently could not bear to see Raisya who had since climbed looked anxious.

"It's sir!" Raisya took out a piece of money one hundred thousand rupiah and thrust it at the taxi driver.

"Well, most people." Complaints about taxi drivers.

"No pa-pa. The rest just take it!" Raisya shouted while getting out of the taxi car.

"Oh Allah, may the child be well again." The taxi driver looked at Raisya's back feeling pity while praying for him.

"Sorry doc. Can you help this kid?" Raisya very frantically barged into the ER room without heeding the rules.

"Lay here mbak!" Orders of one of the nurses guarding inside the ER.

"I'll call the doctor first!" The nurse walked into the doctor's office. And soon he came out with a male doctor.

"Why is your son mom?" The doctor asked while emphasizing his stethoscope on Michel's chest

"Do not know the doctor suddenly vomited and abdominal pain

And then there's the rashes!" Light Raisya with an anxious tone.

"So it's okay before?" Ask the doctor while examining Michel around his mouth and eyes.

"No doc. But after drinking milk he instantly became nauseous." Light Raisya.

"Susu box brand xxx" Bright Raisya.

"You brought the rest?" The doctor looked at Raisya.

"No doc!"

"good. I'll give you the infusion first as a stomach wash so that the poison it contains can come out. I will also take a blood sample of this child. There's a chance she's allergic to milk or milk poisoning that's not right for her age." Doctor bright.

"Okay doc! I ask the best for my son." Unknowingly Raisya mentions Raisya his son.

"Mother calm down. God willing, we'll take care of the mother's son." The doctor tried to calm Raisya down.

The weakly lying Michel looked at Raisya. Her lips called.

"Auntie... " His voice is so weak.

"Yes dear. It's aunt. Aunt here baby... " Raisya gently stroked Raisya's hair. Eyes glazed.

"Auntie.. Michel amartt." Raisya immediately hugged Michel's body tightly.