Mirages
He's so weird!

Mira ran to the bathroom and closed the door, making the lingering Lingga outside so panicked to see his wife suddenly like that.

“Mir! Miras! Are you okay? Mir!” call Linga while knocking on the bathroom door.

However, the one called did not answer. Only the sound of people vomiting continued to be heard.

About fifteen minutes later, the door opened and Mira came out of the toilet. He was walking unsteadily because suddenly his body was weak.

“Why can you get gini anyway? Usually if I don't smoke, right?” ask Linga.

However, instead of replying, Mira immediately brushed off the hand that was filling her, and ran back to the toilet. Mira vomited again.

When he finished removing his entrails until the remaining yellow liquid that tasted bitter and burned his throat, Mira came out but immediately dodged when Lingga was about to approach.

“Don't whip! I can't stand your smell, brother. Really!” whining Mira.

Lingga who initially thought the wife was just making it up, would not want to comply with her request, because she did not want Mira to return to vomiting and worsen her condition.

Really weird? Usually also not papa, luh Lingga in the heart.

“Yes already, I take a shower first, keep brushing my teeth let it smell,” Lingga said.

“Ya already there hunted,” exciting Mira.

The phallus went into the bathroom, and immediately cleaned himself until it was really fragrant, so that Mira did not complain about the smell again.

After the bath, the phallus, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, tried to approach the wife lying on the bed. Seeing Mira who was so pale, making the desire of Lingga that had gone up, now dropped dramatically.

He lay down on the wife's side, and stretched out his hand to cushion Mira.

“What now does not smell?” ask Linga.

Mira shook her head and immediately went into her male embrace. He actually further immersed his face in the chest of the plain Lingga field, with the rest of the bath water that hit the skin of his face.

“Lemes well?” ask Lingga again.

“Ehmmm, really lemes. How's dong? Want to continue lunch?” asked Mira without looking up.

He was still cool to smell the lingga soap that he thought was so comfortable.

“Let's aja. I can't bear to eat you fit again gini lemes. We really eat well. Can I take it?” langar.

“Let's aja. I still want to hug you. Tomorrow, if you want to get me a clean shower first. I swear I can't stand the same smell,” whine Mira

“Why suddenly can gini? Usually not papa?” ask Lingga who still feels astonished.

“Yes where do I know. The kurasain emang kaya that, Kak,” said Mira.

“Ya already, you rest first,” exclamation Lingga.

“You still have no work, Brother?” ask Mira.

“Ngak. Will nemenin you at the event later tonight,” replied Lingga.

“Ya. At half-four wake me up. I want to get ready to go there,” exclaimed Mira.

“Ya. Now sleep first yuk,” invite Lingga.

Both of them decided to sleep, and did not miss a hot lunch in bed, because of Mira's sudden strange attitude.

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In the afternoon, Lingga deliberately brought lunch in the form of pasta agglio e Olio, which Mira really likes in the room.

He briefly kissed Mira's lips, and woke the wife.

“Good afternoon, Ratuku,” greet Lingga.

“Ehm, afternoon, Brother. What time is it?” mira asked in a hoarse voice, while stretching her hand.

“New three hours. I woke up early on purpose, let you eat first. I have made your favorite pasta you know,” exclamation Lingga.

Mira wakes up and sits leaning against the head board. He grabbed the hair rope that was on the nightstand, and rolled his hair carelessly up.

The phallus picked up the plate containing the food earlier, and began to roll up little by little the paste.

“Aaaa..” guide Lingga so that Mira will open her mouth.

However, as soon as the paste approached, Mira instantly closed her nose back.

“Ehm, don't want to. It stinks. Brother love what the hell?” ask Mira who is back to acting strange.

“Ngot given anything. The roof is the same rich I used to make,” said Lingga.

“Not smelly, Mir. Try deh dikit,” pinta Lingga back close the fork to the mouth of his wife

However, Mira immediately brushed it off until the paste splattered on the blanket.

“Hoek! Hoek!” Mira returns nauseous and runs to the bathroom.

Lingga let out a long sigh at his wife's strange behavior this afternoon.

“He why the hell? So strange. Usually also ask for nambah,” muttered Lingga upset.

He went down and looked for his housekeeper, and asked him to immediately replace the dirty blanket with a new one, and make something that could relieve nausea.

After half an hour, Mira finally came out with a face that looked increasingly pale. He couldn't even walk, and had to hold on to the wall beside him.

The phallus came up to him and lifted the weak body to the bed.

“You why the hell? How did it get so weird today?” ask Lingga who tried to be patient with his wife's behavior.

“I don't know either, Brother. Sorry,” said Mira suacu.

The woman felt bad about her attitude towards her husband, because she had vomited twice because of her husband.

The phallus gently rubbed the top of Mira's head, and tried to smile even though she was actually upset.

Their housekeeper knocked on the door, and Lingga immediately approached and received a warm drink made by the middle-aged woman.

“Thank you,” says Lingga.

He went back in and gave the drink to his wife.

“Try drinking first. He said, this can reduce nausea,” exclamation Lingga.

Mira also according. After trying it, Mira felt her stomach was better. He then drank it up to the toilet.

“Still yes, Brother,” said Mira.

“You have a strong shower? Can I help you?” ask Linga.

“Nevent gone, Brother. I can do it myself,” said Mira.

The woman was then helped Lingga to go to the bathroom, and cleaned up to prepare to go to the fashion show.

While outside, Lingga sat on the balcony, thinking about his wife's behavior. Not long after, his phone rang a sign of an incoming call.

The phallus walked in and took his phone. The name of the mother is on the screen.

Aletta did contact one of the couples almost every day, to ask about their condition.

The phallus immediately raised the call.

“Halo, Mom,” said.

“Halo, Ar. How are you guys doing?” aletta Sahut.

“I'm good, but Mira, she was a little weird today,” Lingga said.

“What's with my man? Are you pushing her too hard?” ask Aletta.

“I don't know, Mom. Suddenly she was nauseous when I kissed her, she had to smell it first. Then, he usually really do eat my homemade pasta, but now even he nausea,” luh Lingga.

"Have you guys gotten off KB yet?" ask Aletta.

"It has. About a year ago. Why, Mom?" ask Linga.

“Child b*doh. It's called she's pregnant. Quickly take her to the doctor!” exciting Aletta.

“What?!” pekik Linga's.

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