Husband Carried
chapter 137
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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa" the pregnant woman's scream echoed into the room making the one sitting in front of her come together and surprised almost fell down.
"Who are you?, hey who are you?" melisa asked frantically, she continued to crumble back her body despite the difficulties.
"Java!!"
PLAAAKKK
"Aw, it hurts, Ra!" reza screams when a big pillow fits right in his face.
"By!" muttered Melisa.
"Mas Reza!?" the flow is slow by continuing to pay attention even though it is a little faint because the lights have not yet turned on and the curtains are still tightly closed.
"Yes, Aw!!" he grimaced again while holding the tip of his lips.
"No! you're not Reza!" said again.
"Geez, it's me baby" Reza said in a stammering manner.
"No, my husband doesn't have that face" Melisa said, shaking her head.
"What am I?" reza was confused.
"Ah, yes. I'm on medication, so it's like this" he tried to explain.
Reza smiled, he was enjoying the look on the face of his wife who was afraid to mix in shock just like the beginning of their marriage first when the two slept in the same bed.
"Here, Ra. I'm missing!" reza's word has stretched out both his hands.
One second two seconds three seconds no movement.. Daaaaa
"Raaaaaaaaa" cried Reza as he watched his wife droop.
"Loh, ko! Ra.. wake!" Reza immediately jumped in shock and approached, in the grip of the wife's body on his lap.
"Wake up, Ra..ayo please wake up" Reza pleaded while continuing to pat her cheeks.
Tok tok tok tok
"Come, spout!" shout Reza.
FLECKISH
The door opened, and how surprised my mother was when she saw her panicked child holding Melisa on the bed.
"What's up, Za?" mama asked a little run.
"Well, get some wind oil, splinter!" let's Reza.
"Where?"
"That's on the table, chepet dong mah!"
Mama turned to the dresser and took a small green bottle to her son.
"Wake up baby, let's get up!" reza said as he continued to apply wind oil on the nose and temples of his wife.
"Za, why the hell?" ask the worried mother.
"Wake up, Mah" said Reza without turning his head because his eyes were fixed on his wife.
"Caca's phone first"
"Eugh" Melisa squirmed a little.
"Bag!!! mas Reza" cried Melisa, instantly waking up from her sleep in panic.
"Darling, it's me! it's me your husband" Reza cupped Melisa's face, her heart hurt so much.
"Mas, is this you?" he asked after a little calm.
"Yes dear" he replied, who then immediately embraced a body that felt trembling.
"I'm shocked, I'm shocked, Mas" she said in her husband's arms
"Sorry, I'm sorry"
Melisa crept strong t-shirt behind her husband, she was really surprised.
"Which I remember I slept alone, you didn't come home" began sobbing.
"I'm home, I can leave you. I'm sorry I did"
"Yes, I'm just sprains, I won't get you anymore"
"This why?" melisa asked, her hand rubbing her battered husband's face.
"Aw, sick dear" again Reza grimaced.
"Who are you in the thud?"
"His son, I'm in the thud! I'm the one who's mad but damn bales is the same as the grandson" replied Reza annoyed.
"Who's the granddaughter?" Melisa is confused.
"Who else, if not the one you were talking about"
"Ricko?" melisa replied with a frown.
"Well, let's go, you!"
"You fought with him?, my goodness!"
"Udah do not hold on, it hurts. This again diobatin is just as eye-to-eye" said Reza put away his wife's hand and then he held it tightly.
"Sorry," said Melisa, looking down
"Ra. I don't like that you've been around so much, let alone that I know how she feels. Different things if you're talking to Ardy, for example."
"She just fucked me, Mas" Melisa said regretfully.
"I understand, maybe I'm too emotional when I'm touched by someone else, Ra"
Melisa looked up at her face, there was a round of clear water in the corner of the eyes that were still flushed
"No more, please" pinta reza said.
I don't want the past to repeat itself.
Amanda, who is just a lover, is in excruciating pain, ' then what about you, my official wife, the mother of my children!
please don't do that, don't ever have another man near you besides me! .bathin Reza.
Melisa nodded her head in understanding.
"I want martabak" he said innocently.
"Huh?" Reza was surprised by his wife's request.
"I'm laper, I want a sweet one"
"Bikin sweet tea yes" said Reza.
"I'm a laper not thirsty" whimpered her
"I bought chicken porridge yeah, it's Ra morning! not the middle of the mallem, where there's martabak"
"Yes, there was Martabak's brother misfortune"
"Bisang goreng yes, sweet is also the same"
"Martaback! I want the same chocolate beans"
"Eh, no! coconut sticky rice, but I want sweet" he said while thinking.
"I'm home with Nyesel!" reza Gumam.
"What mas?" ask Melisa.
"Ah, no" said Reza as he rubbed his nape.
"Later to find the martyr's place first" said Melisa who reached out to the outer pajamas pocketed on the right and left side.
"Loh ko my phone is not there, the feeling of being as good as I pocketed" a panicked look back.
"Mas Reza didn't?" ask Melisa.
"What I want to go out, will not do anything" he whispered slowly.
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