Married Old Virgin Boss
52. Miscarriage Plan

The friendly start of Ben and Dea's holiday immediately turned awkward shortly after the wife was busy with her own cell phone. Ben briefly looked at the screen, and found that the name ‘Mas Dion’ was printed there. The man immediately rotated the lazy eyeball, took a breath, then got busy with his own drink while Dea was still focusing on his phone.

Ben had to wait patiently without speaking, until the phone was hidden Dea in his handbag..

“Why enterkin hape you?” ben asked, just after Dea refocused on him. “Lanjutin aja chat.”

“You I continued anyway,” Dea said casually, making a lazy expression on Ben's face even more rapidly. “But in front of me is more important for me to entertain first.”

Dea leaned forward, so she could reach out and reach Ben's face. So anxious, she immediately pinched her husband's cheek until it turned red, and Ben complained in pain.

“Seriously, Ben? Are you jealous of Dion?” dea asked, not believing. “Mas Dion?” Dea gave a small laugh as she returned to her seat.

“You said yourself, if it's a male spec you like, there's everything in Dion. How to try, pocket not feel insecure, De?”

Ben dimmed his smile, leaving only a pull on the corner of his lips.

“Ya first so,” Dea replied honestly. His gaze stared blankly ahead, as if thinking of something heavy. “Example Elvan, Ben. Sorry about this, but Elvan why do I accept being my girlfriend? Yes because he has a part of the character Mas Dion.”

Although he apologized, Ben in fact difficult to be ordinary. The man grew rougher stirring his drink using a straw, then drinking it greedily.

“But lately I realized something, Ben,” Dea said again. “You made a really nice baby in the beginning, but do not know why, either because you are used to it or because of the influence of pregnancy, I became .. very comfortable with you. There is no place more comfortable than you.”

Ben coughed at the words. It only took a split second, the man's cheeks instantly blushed perfectly. Ben tried to disguise his body condition by scratching the base of the nose, but it did not help at all. Dea's sweet smile makes it harder to control yourself.

“Atau may ..” Dea hangs for a while the continuation of his sentence, which makes Ben immediately put his ears out of curiosity. “What I want, not necessarily I need. I want to have a spec boyfriend Mas Dion, but I myself am not comfortable with his possessive attitude crazy, even like Elvan who is selfish. As for you, I didn't really want to, but you love whatever I need: support, protection, and comfort. No one but Papa can love those three things according to my needs. That may be the reason, I now prefer you than anyone.”

God fucking. Dea's sweet words are very difficult to deflect, making Ben look down deeply to hide his perfectly reddened face. The man also had difficulty braking a smile, making Dea infected with a similar smile.

“So, don't be jealous, huh? I'm ladenin Mas Dion, it's just that. I wouldn't care about him excessively—“

Dea's words just now instantly made Ben tempted to cut him off.

“Included after knowing that you are not siblings?” ask Ben to make sure.

Gracefully, Dea gave her nod. “Even though I know we're not brothers. I will never have more feelings than a brother to Mas Dion. Even though I was given the opportunity, I now feel .. not quite the same Mas Dion, because everything I need is already here. In front of me. That's you.”

Dea still smiled gently as Ben advanced the body with his hands outstretched. Unlike Dea who pinched the cheek, the man just put the back of his hand on Dea's forehead, feeling the normal body temperature of the wife. Dea glanced at him in confusion.

“You're not sick, De? Or maybe a trance? How can Radea Dasha be this sweet?” Ben asked worriedly, then pulled Dea's nose before sitting in her place.

“Ne-know.” Dea rubbed the former pull of Ben's plan with a spoiled expression. “That's so you don't carelessly think negative. I'm already your wife, so don't worry about Mas Dion anymore.”

Ben's smile slowly dimmed after Dea's speech just now. Triggering a curious expression appeared on Dea's face. The woman was about to ask the reason for the change in expression, and Ben said it first.

“Marriage agreement, how?” ben asked with a serious expression.

Ben very much hoped that the woman would be very excited to say that the nonsense agreement would be canceled now. However, there is no.

Dea ended up silenced with a puzzled face.

Ben immediately slashed the hope he had just built up high.

...*...

“Pregnant women are usually sensitive to the same smell, Ben. I, from the same pregnant Dea Dika, have always been sensitive to the same smell. The smell of pesing is thin ... really, which is not kissed by people, it makes a lot of nausea if the same me. The most common, which is experienced by pregnant women. Ah, same cravings. Generally like the asem-asem, but not infrequently there are cravings very strange.”

That was the line of advice Diana gave Ben when she asked this morning.

Since he is now back at the restaurant so he can meet and take good care of his wife, Ben intends to give all the best to Dea.

Previously, Ben had entrusted various types of fruit to his coworkers, so that when Dea came out, the man entered the wife's room to put it on the table as a form of surprise.

Ben also checked around, and arrived at the bathroom. There was nothing dirty there, but given the words of the in-laws, so Ben took the initiative to clean the toilet until the snail. Because incidentally, the condition of the restaurant is not too crowded, can be handled by other colleagues.

After finishing brushing and just watering the floor, Ben listened to the chatter outside the toilet. He was sure that it was Dea who was talking. But with whom, Ben did not know clearly.

So Ben stood up, going out so as not to disturb them. However, his wish is canceled late after Ben touches the doorknob.

“Don't-don't, the one Dika said real, De?”

Ben frowned to guess the opponent of the Dea chat. The baritone voice, somewhat flat but firm, reminded him of the way he spoke ... Dion's.

“What?” Dea immediately replied to the sewot. “Don't make me sprain now, Mas. I've had enough of a headache because of this plan.”

Dion gave a forced-sounding small laugh. While Dea did not make any sound for a while.

“Yes how, De? A pretentious husband knows you're so stubborn. Not self-conscious if you say you will not be able to take care of papa company, but still a great sok.” Dion's complaint was clear, so Ben spontaneously lowered his grasp. “Still continue the marriage agreement, ‘kan?”

Dea was not heard to answer, but Ben could guess that his wife was nodding at the moment.

“Good, let you sneak off the guy like him. Too annoying to be a person,” continued Dion.

Silent moment. Ben only heard his own voice as he gulped roughly.

“Keep, when can I kill this baby?” dea asked, and it made Ben intend to go out to quash the wife's wishes.

But again, stopped.

“Gugurin what, De? You are not pregnant. Thank God if you are not pregnant, let you fit already separated, really separated without any reason to meet again because of the child.”

Ben dropped his hand limply beside the body hearing him. He even retreated regularly, because he had blanked on the information.

“Later, if it has been a month, you can pretend to fall so that later the news of your miscarriage appears. Simplest. Let Mas take care of.”