Leaning Sweet Me
Spoiled is amazing

"Honey let's get up, you're going to the office today, right?" said Metta who just entered the room after preparing her breakfast.

But Farrel was still under the covers.

Oh, my God, I thought he was up.

"Darling, let's get up!" patting her cheek.

"Eneeum...."

"Hey ... The el? Let's be late" Metta sat on the bed, cupping her cheeks with her hands.

"Oh my God, your body is hot! You sick?"

"Little baby, it's okay!"

"Well, you're sick, I called Mac, we went to the hospital, yeah,"

Farrel pulled Metta's hand to his feet, "Don't go to the hospital, I don't want to,"

Metta sat back down, "Would it be right if we didn't go to the doctor, would we call the doctor here?" metta said she rubbed Farrel's hair again.

"I don't want to, I want to hug," Farrel wrapped his hands perfectly around Metta's waist, with his head slipping through his stomach.

Metta sighed, she contacted Mac for a quick arrival, worried that something might happen and had to go to the hospital, but Farrel fell asleep again in a head position on Metta's thigh.

"Darling, Mac is ahead! I'm gonna open the door."

"Eehhmmm.." murmured Farrel, who clasped his arms.

Metta has not even changed clothes, she still wears clothes to go to the office, the spirit of Mac who has been contacted can only wait for him at the door.

Metta writes a message and assigns a password number to the Mac, so he can log in. While Farrel's body temperature was getting higher, making Metta join the rage, but Farrel was reluctant to release his circular hand on his waist.

"Darling, I'd like to grab a drink,"

"Don't do it, you just stay here!"

Mac comes in and knocks on the door, with Frans coming with him.

"Om.." said Metta.

"What's wrong with your husband? It was like a snail stuck to the wall just like that!"

Metta pursed her lips, "Don't know Om, since this morning on, I've been sore, my legs have also been cramping this!"

"Om from the hospital? How do you know Farrel's sick?" sama later.

"Who else if it wasn't Alan who asked me to come here, was angry anyway," he said and then approached Farrel.

Metta looked at Mac, he just stayed by the door fiddling with his phone, Mac certainly told Alan.

"Come Om check first, spoiled child!" he patted Farrel on the shoulder.

But Farrel did not budge, he continued to suck his head in the stomach of the wife.

"How to check, you're not looking at your wife, look at her swollen legs, what if your wife is sick too" Frans said.

Sure enough, Farrel shifted his body slightly, hugging the bolster until Metta could breathe a sigh of relief, then stood up to stretch his leg muscles that felt numb.

"Darling..here!" farrel said with his hands reaching for the air.

Frans berdecak, "Manja banget sih! Istrimu tidak akan kemana-mana, tidak akan mungkin juga bisa kemana-mana!"

Farrel said, "What the hell is Om...."

"I want to make porridge first for you yes, let you check first Om Frans."

"Have Mac make it, brother here, accompany me!" he said with a hoarse voice.

Metta looked at Mac who was rounding his eyes.

"Here.." she patted the bed next to him.

Metta sighed, "But I'll change my clothes for a minute."

Farrel nodded, Frans began to examine her, check her body temperature, check her tongue and both eyes.

"What do you feel?" ask her.

"Dizziness, not strong wake up, want to be hugged."

"You are!"

Frans swallowed his heart slowly, "It hurts?"

Farrel shook his head, Frans then pressed his stomach.

"If this?"

Farrel also shook his head,

"So not feeling nauseous?"

"Nobody, just feeling like you're always both."

he said with a hoarse voice and both eyes closed.

"Jeez, answer the truth El...."

"You're just tired, your temperature's a little high but don't worry. You just need to rest." he said again

Farrel nodded again, Metta who had just returned from the walk-in closet to Frans who was sitting on the sofa facing Farrel, he was writing a prescription for her.

Metta nodded, though Frans certainly did not see it.

"If the temperature returns to heat later in the night, give this medicine only!" point it at the recipe note.

"Later Tell Mac to prepare it, you don't have to worry! It's not much disease, but it's amazing spoiled, you'd know,"

Metta nodded, she did know, but only this time seeing Farrel's super spoiled attitude if sick, even to step into the kitchen alone, she forbade it.

"Om go first, if there's anything immediately contact Om yaa!" said Frans who tidied his equipment into his bag.

"Thank you, Om...."

Frans nodded, and then exited the room followed by Mac who delivered him to the exit.

"Mac, aren't you at the office?"

"No sir, Mas Alan forbade me from leaving this apartment, and took care of Mas Farrel, fearing that his wife would be overwhelmed alone!" answer Mac flat.

"True, all this time no one could handle him if he was sick! Even my own mother,"

"I've already told the big madam and the big lord, maybe they'll come soon."

"Good! let them take turns looking after him, he will trouble all if it hurts!"

"I go Mac, call my number right away if anything happens, not Alan, he's grumpy! You understand Mac?" he said again with a forefinger that leads to the Mac.

Mac gave a smile, "I'm sorry sir, next time I'll contact you directly."

Frans patted her on the shoulder, "I'll go first."

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"Why did mama come here? I'm fine!"farrel said in a weak voice.

"I'm here to worry about my son-in-law, there's no way you'll be exhausted when you're sick" said Ayu, who clucked to see her beloved son struggling spoiled with Metta.

While Metta only smiled faintly, the article Farrel continued to want to sleep with his thighs, with both hands hugging his legs.

Even getting spoiled after marriage, not letting his wife shift in the least, you brat.

"Darling, have you eaten?" ask Metta.

Metta nodded, her hands always not even stopping to stroke Farrel's head, "So Mac prepared."

"Mother will tell me to accompany you here, Mac can't possibly prepare a meal for you, he can't cook! Is it Mac?"

Mac nodded, though,

"But I want Mac's porridge, don't want it!" said Farrel again pulled the hand of Metta who stopped for a moment.

God, I just scratched my itchy arm, man,

Arya who sat down also shook her head, "Do you guys have to come back to the main house? In order to take turns to look after her?"

Farrel put his hug back on Metta's leg, "I don't want to, I want to be here!"

Metta sighed, "Darling, I want to pee first."

"Don't you tell your wife to wear diapers so she can't go anywhere?" alan just came in.

Farrel did not answer, but his embrace unraveled until he could get down and go to the bathroom.

Gosh, it could be true what Om Frans said, the pain is nothing, the spoiled it is amazing.

Ayu approached Farrel, she rubbed her hair, but Farrel brushed her off, "Mother...."

"Ehhh.., why the same mother does not even want to! You just want to be spoiled with your wife!"

Alan clucked, "Bun, Dad .. I'm back in the office! It seems he only needs one person."

Alan kissed the mother's cheek and left.

Want to not want Mac to cook porridge, assisted by Ayu who taught him, although upset because Mac stiff when making it, Ayu could not do much, either, because again Farrel said he only wanted Mac-made porridge.

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"Honey, eat the porridge," said Metta.

"I want to take a shower, my body feels sticky, from now on you keep hugging me."

"So you don't want me to hug? Who should I hug? Mac?" he said with his eyes still closed.

"Well, if you eat with your mother, I take a shower! let it smell."

Farrel eventually nodded, "But don't wear the usual shampoo, the fragrance is different, it may have expired."

"Yes.." he said quickly, he,

Yes, than he changed his mind and forbade me again.

Mother keeps a tray containing a bowl of porridge, then sits at the edge of the bed.

"Let's eat first, mama bribe ya!"

Farrel shook his head, then leaned his back against the bed rest.

"I ate myself bun."