Mayra's Heart Note
Mual

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Arga opened his eyes when he heard a vibration coming from his phone. After eating earlier, Maira immediately fell asleep while hugging her. For a moment, Arga smiled as he observed his wife's slightly hair-covered face.

“Hemmm ... “ Like a delirious person, Maira blurted her lips while muttering indistinctly, then tightened her embrace on Arga as if knowing that the man was about to move.

“Honey... I'm going to the Toilet, a minute!” arga whispered in Maira's ear.

“Can't!” his murmured with a hoarse voice and increasingly tightened his embrace.

“Just a minute, huh?”

“Missing at stay.”

“You coming?” Maira nods her head with her eyes still closed, “Yakin?” ask Arga to make sure.

“Now!” maira replied, then immediately let go of her embrace just like that and turned around and turned back to Arga while hugging the pillow. Arga chuckled at the way his wife fell asleep, so adorable to him, he immediately kissed the forehead so gently.

‘Stay personal like this. Whatever happens later, no matter how big a storm that hits our household, I hope we can pass her,” Arga muttered slowly while gently rubbing Maira's head.

He had heard of his older sister, his mother even his grandmother. That marriage is under five years old, so many tests will be crashing. Either what the exam is, it can be from work, busyness or even a third person or his other family.

The first five years, can be a determinant, or can be said as the first test in the household. When we get through it, then life will be better but do not rule out the possibility there will be a more powerful test.

But, whatever it is later Arga has prepared himself. He already has the provision to face and deal with his problems later. Although he knows that humans can only plan, but God is the one who determines what kind of destiny we will live.

‘I'll think about it later!’ reply Arga in the message column, before finally he deletes so as not to cause problems.

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The day changed, without feeling that it had been a week Arga and Maira were in Busan. And during that time, neither of them came out of the hotel at all.

Maira really did not want to go out of the Hotel, while eating she just chose a delivery from various restaurants to taste it without the intention of visiting her restaurant directly.

“Still nauseous no?” maira asked when she wanted to Check out, but Arga was still busy going back and forth to the toilet because her stomach had been turbulent since this morning.

“Slightly,” replied Arga like she was holding back nausea.

“Do we delay first, go home?” ask Maira softly, “But yesterday you were gapapa loh? We can even exercise every time, in the morning afternoon even malem, you are healthy. This is why I want to go home, take another plane you are even rich gini anyway Ga?”

A hoeeekkkk!

Arga ran back to the toilet and vomited all over his stomach. Just hearing the word plane, somehow it makes Arga's head dizzy and the stomach churns violently. Especially when he is on the plane.

Shadow after shadow as they set off one week ago, with a journey of nearly ten hours. Arga was very tortured, and now he had to suffer to return to Indonesia.

‘Astagfirullah, pardon the husband of the servant O Allah. Don't torture him now, he's a good husband. Torture her, if she is naughty, O Allah,’ Maira muttered inwardly feeling unbearable to see her tormented husband.

...~To be continue ......