My Boss Samuel's
121. Spoiled

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I heard people vomiting from the bathroom. I yawned lazily and rolled. Who is vomiting?

“Del!” Sam yelled hoarsely from the bathroom, I frowned and felt the right side. It's blank!

“Adelia ..” The weak cry was heard again.

I immediately got up and grabbed my nightgown lying on the floor. Wear it and then step into the bathroom. Sam sat weakly on the toilet seat, his face so pale.

“Why you?” I approached him and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

Sam shakes. “No idea, nausea.” He dropped his head on my chest.

“Ya wake up first.” I pulled him up and Sam followed in slow steps. “You got in the wind? That's why sleep wears clothes!” I said to bring his sleepwear that was thrown up to the sofa, because at this time Sam only wore his sleeping pants.

“Normally not wearing clothes is also okay.” Answer in a weak voice.

I glared while glaring at him. “Yee, in sayin ngeyel yes you.”

Sam just pursed his lips and immediately dropped himself on the bed.

It's been two days Sam's been vomiting like this, he's been feeling unusually weak. I felt sorry and could not bear to see it. His appetite also started to diminish because if he ate too much, he would instantly vomit.

“Yes you also got morning sickness?” I rubbed his pale face lying on the bed.

“I don't know.” He answered while changing position and putting his fist on my lap. Both of her hands hugged my stomach tightly, raising my nightgown up so she could kiss my stomach directly.

“Manja.” Ledekku while rubbing his hair.

Sam just muttered, hugged me tightly and was reluctant to let go. Really, I really didn't expect that the one who went through all this was Sam. To be honest I was happy too, but I also felt sorry to see my husband like this. Looks pale, weak helpless.

“You don't work?” I asked as I continued to rub her hair.

“Malas.” Answer while yawning.

“Ck, son sultan base.”

He glared then glared. “Basic son-in-law of the sultan.” Reply sneering.

I laughed, threw my head against the pillow and stood up.

“Where are you going?” he took my hand and sat up.

“Mau shower.” I said flat.

Sam shakes. “Here aja, later aja bath, shower together.”

I laughed sneering, grabbed Sam's head and hugged him in my chest. Sam also put his head there comfortably. Sam said since I was pregnant my chest had changed to become bigger and fuller. I didn't think Sam was even that thorough, or was he basically the pervert?

Sam closed his eyes again. I looked down and kissed his head.

Gosh, it turns out she can also be adorable like this.

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“Del ..”

“Whispering!” I looked at Sam who was sitting on the other sofa.

I am currently watching the movie Titanic, a movie that I have watched dozens of times but still always managed to make me baper, even to the point of crying. The movie Titanic I think is a movie that illustrates that not everything in this world ends with a 'happy ending'.

James Cameron is the best director of the film. No wonder Titanic is still the favorite movie of all time.

“I want ..”

Didn't Sam see that I was watching?

Sam breathed out strongly. “I'm only willing to eat.”

“Take yourself in the kitchen!”

“But I don't like the side dish.” again Sam whines spoiled.

“Then cook it yourself that you like!” I'm huffed. This time I will not melt with his whimpering.

Sam looked at me sharply.

Not that I don't want to serve him, but I've been pissed off by him ever since. This morning, Sam wanted to eat my fried rice, after I was tired of cooking, he only ate one mouthful and commented on my cooking without feeling. Even I think he's more ruthless than chef Juna.

“Nagak tasty, intention to cook no heck?” that's what he said about my fried rice.

I refrained from dousing his head with hot cooking oil.

Then after that, he wanted to eat chicken porridge. I patiently went with Bibi looking for and bought chicken porridge which Bibi said was the most delicious in the area where we lived. And after that chicken porridge I served in front of him, you know what Sam said?

“Lateness, I don't taste.”

I really want to throw the porridge and the bowl in his face!

So now, he wants to eat lunch continue to whine again because he does not like the spinach vegetables made by Aunty. Though delicious loh, vegetable spinach, side dishes tempe fried, fish, chicken, sambal, usually he doyan kok. And if he keeps whining, I won't care. Sam usually cooks himself what he wants, but since he always vomits every morning, his behavior starts to suck.

Sam looked at me annoyed once more before moving from the sofa to the room. And I wouldn't care. I just stared flat at the door that was on its slam strong because it was upset. Bodo!

After an hour, I finally relented and followed him into the room. It was also because the movie I was watching was done. And the other reason, however, was that I still had to persuade Sam to eat. Can be imagined if he craves not to eat, fall sick. Who's bothered? I'll be even more bothered.

All of this I consider a big baby training first, before my little baby is born.

Arriving at the room I saw Sam sitting on our bed. I approached him and glanced at the cell phone that was now the center of his attention.

“Ow, I am not hungry anymore because I have eaten the game.” Cibirku.

Sam just took a quick glance at me and refocused on playing games on his phone. “I told you I don't like vegetables.”

“What do you want?” I'm trying to be patient.

“Hm.” He just muttered while shrugging his shoulders.

Okay, looks like I should let her go hungry this time. I immediately got up and was about to step out of the room.

“Padalaah I want to masakin you loh, but it turns out you really are not hungry.” I pretended not to see when Sam glanced at me.

I smiled as I walked towards the door. As soon as my hand touched the doorknob, Sam's two hands immediately coiled around my stomach and his lips peeked at my neck.

“Same teriyaki sausage pen brownies.” Said Sam spoiled.

I'm just clucking. “Aish, many want you.”

Sam just grinned and grabbed my waist to walk hand in hand with him.

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TO BE CONTINUED....