Married Little Princess Bestie
14. Weak Skip

Once again the rest of the food was spewed out by the stomach of Binar.

The woman's body was trembling. The two servants who had welcomed Binar since moving into Darmawangsa's house were panicking. They go awry.

Binar became more nauseous each time the servants massaged his nape. Though it is very impossible if they just keep quiet watching the young lady sitting down. Moreover, the butler continued to observe from afar.

The two servants' views occasionally clashed. Until when the figure that made him afraid took over the situation.

"It shouldn't have been all spent, miss," said the butler as he approached.

He patted Binar's back with the palm of his hand, while the woman was already leaning on the lips of the closet helpless. The rain went weak, all the food he swallowed last night demanded the right to come out.

"It is common that food does not run out as it is thrown away. Later it will be processed into fertilizer or animal food. So not wasted," he explained in a soft soothing tone.

"But I cook hard," whispered Binar softly. Her tears spread outside her consciousness.

The woman did not comment, because there were no words of consolation worthy of being presented to Binar. Whose heart is not hurt to be treated this way?

"Now we have prepared porridge for miss," he said, "The danger is that the stomach is left empty until noon. Not good for health."

After spending the entire dining table, of course Binar was sick of just thinking about it. The menu is back on the head. Caused the growing pressure to colonize the self-Binar.

A second later he already shook his head, "No way. Nausea," whining.

The woman exhaled, not rude. It was like he was managing his emotions to choose a word for the young lady. He signaled to the two servants who were still there, to leave them.

The two maids who read the implied meaning of the butler hesitated. But in the end they backed off.

While stroking Binar's back more gently, he whispered subtly, "I know it's uncomfortable, Miss. For the sake of content, it's best to eat a mouthful of two mouthfuls."

Barin looked somewhat in disbelief. She thought her pregnancy was being kept secret at the house. But as it turns out, Greg trusts the woman more than Binar could have guessed.

"I have prepared vitamins and milk to help defend the immune system. So if the nausea is not reduced, I will call Mr. Darmawangsa's personal doctor."

The clear call again hatched on his cheek. Eye fertilizer Binar feels tight. He dragged his gaze so as not to meet the butler.

"It is not necessary to call all doctors. I'm still strong."

Of course, that speech is a lie. Binar did not want the scene of calling the doctor so the new thing that Greg used to insult. The old man clearly nagged her again for failing to maintain health. Just imagine it, Binar was lazy.

The butler couldn't force it either. Wanted to be blamed however, his job is to obey only the homeowner. Binar refused, and he did everything he could to keep the woman from prolonged illness.

"Then, while waiting for the young master who is still on his way home, let me help you sleep. Miss rest before she gets home."

"Uncle home?"

Binar did not know if business in Batam could be so fast. The new clock shows eight o'clock, isn't it usual for the opening of the branch to last until lunch?

The woman nodded lightly, "She asked the news lady, so I explained in detail and immediately rushed home."

Did the butler just give him consolation? It was impossible for Riswan to act like that.

"Two servants I told you to wait outside, so if you're full or back nausea, just call them."

Binar nodded in agreement. The woman then continued the work. Leave the Binar who is still twirling his sentence in the head.

Was Riswan secretly worried about her? If that man really stole information about himself through the butler, wouldn't that kind of romance be so funny?

For a moment the feeling of the light seemed to fly. Smoothing out the cold husband who turns out to be very warm. Such things often happen in movies and dramas. Barin wants to feel it too.

But his common sense fended off in an instant. Riswan is not that type. Especially after taking over Wangsa Group completely. The man changed completely, he never even considered Binar to exist.

Marrying Binar was purely his attempt to abort responsibility. The man had no intention of fulfilling Binar's rights as his wife.

Binar swallowed two mouthfuls of porridge as a legitimate condition of handing it to the servant. Sipped out a glass of milk along with the accompanying vitamins.

He lay down, hoping his body would be invited to work a little together when opening his eyes.

***

Faintly, Binar saw the figure of Riswan sitting beside him. He blinked and returned. The man seemed to be sitting on his back while watching the smart phone.

Riswan is on the side of the mattress that is indeed the place. Still in full clothes, the scenery presented in front of Binar felt unreal.

"Aware?" chirp Riswan who found the twitching of the Binar from the tail of the eye.

While putting down the smartphone, Riswan crossed his chest, "Now what's the problem?"

Suddenly, Binar realized that Riswan was in front of him. He tried to get up but the body of Binar felt heavy. The bar had to lie face up.

"You're looking for it yourself. How many times have I told you to take care of your health, Binar, take care of your health. Consider nausea because morning sickness is common, but that does not mean you can eat that much!"

The long piece of advice while passing through the ears of Binar. He began to feel a terrible pressure on his chest. As if being pushed out toward the esophagus.

As much as possible, Binar closed his mouth to neutralize the nausea that is increasingly crazy. He'll have to hold it for a second. Riswan could be more persistent wrath if Binar vomits now.

"I have left a job that has not been done. Hurry home just because your ketoDran keep the body!"

Binar covered his mouth with a palm, but a very limp body inhibited movement. Bar fell out of bed. The woman ran late and threw the remaining stomach contents on the room carpet.

The combination of milk and porridge that he swallowed before falling asleep was all out. Pening plowed his head just as the peeling of the moonlighting.

The room feels swirling. As much as possible, Binar controlled consciousness. But that power ultimately failed. Binar watched a speck of dismay touch Riswan's face, just before he lay helpless.

"The shine!"

Riswan's shout immediately moved the two maids guarding the front room. The woman fell in her arms. Riswan was surprised not to be a bitch. Again the woman was sprawled just because of too much vomiting.

"Come on the doctor now!"