Mikhayla, Strong Mother's
MSM CHAPTER 19. Weak Woman

"What does this guy want?" ask in the heart.

"You know for yourself what I want. Don't get too close to Fergi!"

Mikhayla grimaced, the woman in front of her was just like a psychic who could guess one's thoughts.

"All right, ma'am, I will try" said Mikhayla did not want to extend the conversation again because his head again throbbed pain.

"Ow, ouch!" Mikhayla immediately pressed her head and body open, almost slumped to the ground.

"Mica!"

Fergi ran over and immediately caught Mikhayla's body before falling over.

"What did Mommy do to him?" Fergi's voice sounded high. He was really upset with his mother.

"I didn't do anything Fer, he was the weak one. You weak woman! He said he was fine and fainted. How about a serious talk?"

"Byeah!" Fergi gave a rough sigh.

"If anything happens to Mikhayla don't expect Fergi to come home!"

Fergi's words made the mother even more upset with Mikhayla. Because of that woman Fergi even against him.

Fergi immediately brought Mikhayla's body into the room with half a run.

"Fer listen to Mommy first!"

"Nothing to listen to Mom anymore. Once again Mommy told Mikhayla not to expect Fergi to forgive Mommy."

"Fer Mommy never spied on him!" The mother said with a shout and ran after Fergi inside.

"Agnes get me some eucalyptus oil! Tik get me some warm water and wipe!" Fergi who doesn't know what to do immediately commands the employees at Mikhayla's store.

Employees who were ordered to move quickly, took what was ordered by Fergi.

Fergi laid Mikhayla's body on the bed and checked the woman's breathing. He breathed a little relieved knowing that Mikhayla was just passing out.

"Mik wake up!" Fergi patted Mikhayla on the cheek. The woman still did not flinch.

"This is Mr. warm water and his rag." Tutik gives a basin filled with warm water and a washcloth.

"Can you ask for help compressing Mika's chest?"

"Yes sir." Tutik sat down and tried to unbutton Mikhayla's shirt. Fergi who felt unworthy to be in that place because she did not want to see the aura of Mikhayla stood up and walked out of the room.

Fergi walked to the kitchen and made sugar water there while waiting for Tutik's work to be completed while the mother followed her son wherever he walked.

"You really are? Yesterday when Lucia got sick just asking for company did not want to now someone else who is nobody even you take care of," protested the mother.

"He didn't really need me because there were a lot of families taking care of him. Besides he's too spoiled, just bother." Fergi spoke while stirring the water that had been mixed with sugar in a clear glass.

"But she's your future wife. What's wrong with you accompanying her?"

"Here is Mom, don't I never want to be betrothed to her? Mommy plays every fiancee. Already know Fergi is not present still consider him my fiance."

"Oh so you prefer that widow over Lucia?"

"Mikhayla is more mature Mom, I like mature women not childish girls like Lucia."

"You ...! Yeah, obviously he's more mature, the guy he's already got kids."

"No problem, Fergi also likes her daughter. Fergi doesn't mind being a regular dad for Cantika."

"You ...!"

"Here Mom, go home! Don't bother Fergi here!" Fergi walked back to Mikhayla's room.

"Fer listen to mommy first!" shouted the mother. However, Fergi did not want to argue anymore. He quickly walked towards Mikhayla's room.

Seriate.