Love Me Please, Hubby
Ch 15 - Good Relationships

It has been almost two weeks that Nisha has been living in a big house. Every morning he vomits. Every time he smelled the cooking his desire to vomit grew bigger. Therefore, Miss Lastri kept Nisha away from the kitchen. Trying to make Nisha do small jobs that do not require extra energy such as wiping furniture or watering plants.

But if the big madam knows it, she will tell Nisha to do laborious work such as mopping the entire area of the house that has a building area of 1000 meters more. Of course the work will be very draining of Nisha's energy. Every day his body is becoming more and more caring.

Every night his appetite would grow many times over. Nisha would eat so much of the food that Pastri had prepared secretly, but the next morning Nisha would regurgitate the food. It seemed that no nutrients from the food were left in his body.

Zico always sends him messages every day. He consistently sent her messages. An average of three to four messages Zico sent him. The contents of the message vary. Other times the man will tell him to watch his body, eat healthy food, do not do things that make you tired. Other times the man will give him a tip to reduce discomfort in the early days of pregnancy. Like for example telling him to eat biscuits in the morning to reduce his nausea, things like that.

I don't know where he learned all that. Every message he sent, no one ever answered him. But Nisha began to feel like she was waiting for the message to come. Although he still hated the man, but his hatred was not as great as it used to be. Sometimes Nisha imagined, how would she react when she met the man? Will he be as scared as before? Will his body still tremble? Would his mouth still be choked and cold sweat begin to drench his body? I don't know, he can't figure that out.

It seemed like the man really wanted to hold onto his words. She realizes that Nisha is afraid and hates her, so she tries not to see her by not visiting the mansion for two weeks.

Tonight, while lying on her bed, Nisha starts looking at her phone. I wish there was a message coming in. Usually the phone will get a message at certain times. The morning when leaving for work, the afternoon when the time for rest, the, and at night when it was time for the office people to come home from work and at night when the people would already go to his bed.

As expected, the message came back.

Ting..Ting..Ting.. (Sounds incoming message notification).

“Have you slept?”

“What are you doing today?”

“Is your body okay? Already gone to the obstetrician?”

Usually Nisha would ignore messages like this. He would read those messages and would ignore them, never reply to them. I don't know why tonight he wanted to reply to that message. His heart was a little mellow. Is this the baby? Who needs his father's attention? I don't know, he doesn't know that. Unknowingly Nisha started typing a reply and sent it.

“I haven't slept. I didn't do anything. My body is fine. I haven't been to the doctor.”

Almost a minute Nisha waited for a reply to a message, but not a reply to a message she got but a phone call. Nisha was so shocked to learn that the man called her. Being too shocked, his phone was thrown out of his hand. Nisha took her phone and rejected the call. His heart was still not ready to hear the man's voice. Moments later, a message appeared on his phone.

“I won't call you again. Can you reply to my message?”

“Ya.”

“What are you doing today?”

“I did nothing.” (even though all day Nisha does homework because the big madam is at home. Nisha's body was exhausted. His bones seemed to be coming out of his body. But Nisha chose not to say that. He did not want the mother-son relationship to be more tenuous because of his words)

“Why haven't you been to the gynecologist? Didn't I tell you to ask Kak Qintan for help?”

“Madam is busy. If it is not busy, he will definitely deliver me.”

“Iya.” (Nisha retaliates short. He was a little annoyed by the message Zico sent. Madam Qintan will treat him well? All this time the only good to him was Lastri, Tutik and Zizah. How could the masters be nice to him? Moreover, his presence was not desired in that house. It seems that it only exists in his wishful thinking.)

“Is the baby okay?”

“Iya.”

“Do you experience vomiting in the morning?”

“No.” (Nisha lied, because she didn't want the man to worry about her.)

“Thank God it was like that. I read only a small percentage of women who do not experience morning sickness. Thank goodness you are one of them. If there's anything you want, tell me. I'll try to make.”

“No, no. I want to sleep.”

“Ah yes..Sleep. Thank you for replying to my messages. Good night, sleep well.”

Nisha reread those messages. I don't know why his heart became a little peaceful. Looks like the man wasn't as bad as he thought. Nisha changed the name of the male contact, which she originally named “bad men” changed to “dad the baby”.

Maybe if the relationship with the man is getting better, the baby's condition will also be better. People say a mother's mood will be felt by her baby as well. If he is in a good relationship with the father of the baby, it may be good for the growth and development of the baby. Nisha closed her eyes, deciding to go to sleep.

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The morning came so fast. Today the Great Madam seemed to have decided to torture him a little. It was still morning Nisha had to mop the whole house. Clean the rooms and brush every toilet. Although morning sickness returned, Nisha tried to hold it back. Finished brushing the toilet, the big madam told her to wipe the entire furniture thoroughly.

The work was done until noon. When it was over lunch and time to relax like the rest of ART's friends, the big lady told her to wash all the dirty clothes in the house. The Grand Madam forbade anyone to help her.

Almost four o'clock in the afternoon Nisha managed to wash all the clothes and dry them. It seems Nisha has understood the next job that will be assigned to her. Without orders, Nisha began to collect all the clothes that if weighed tens of kilos and began to prepare equipment for ironing.

It had been three hours Nisha ironed the clothes, but the pile of clothes did not decrease by half. Nisha breathed a heavy sigh. His body began to feel an overwhelming fatigue. His stomach is starving. His head started to turn. Nisha tries to stay focused. Suddenly there was the sound of a door opening loudly in the ironing room.

BRAAAKKK!!

Nisha turned her face away, wanting to see who came to open the door. Nisha faintly saw the face of the baby's father in front of her. Looks very angry.

“What are you doing?!!” Zico asked angrily.

Nisha could not answer the question, because in the next second she had already lost consciousness.

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