My Love Journey's
Honeymoon Failed's.

"Oh my God, Love, I can't stand to see you like this every day. This can't be normal, there must be something wrong with you or with our son."

I stood in front of the sink, clinging to the edge of the counter as Paul raved incessantly complaining of the morning sickness I had just had in the last few days. Because of this nausea we even had to cancel the honeymoon plan for two weeks and go home on the fourth day.

I've told her, not just once but many times, that morning sickness during young pregnancy is normal in pregnant women. But, well, again, what I'm talking about is Paul, a stubborn guy who doesn't want to lose. I feel uncomfortable hearing his complaints every morning, but if I'm honest, I also feel a bit tormented experiencing this nausea because he does not only come in the morning, but also in the morning, but almost all the time every time I eat something.

I can tell you that no food has been completely absorbed by my body in the past week, my weight has dropped so much that my cheekbones have protruded. In short, I look like a living skull. There was no energy left to do anything, not even a bath should be helped Paul.

Two days ago we checked my nine-week-old contents and everything was fine. My doctor even gave me medication for my morning sickness, but it didn't work. Maybe because my son is as stubborn as his father, so he seems to want to torture me.

I washed my mouth and gargled with the dessert liquid while Paul rubbed my back gently. "Love, we're going to the hospital, okay?" his proposal.

I shook weakly. "Free. The doctor gave me some medicine to reduce my nausea, remember?" He's nodding. "And, see what's going on? Not working."

I turned around and hugged him and hid my face around Paul's neck. Inhaling her scent was the single most potent medicine, at least for some time before she carried out her activities. "Ah, so soothing.." I whispered slowly.

He chuckles. "You want me to accompany you at home? I can cancel today's meeting if you want." Gently, he offered, which of course I accepted with pleasure.

I pulled my face to look at her, my eyes twinkling with pleasure. "really? You serious?"

"Yes. Anyway, it's not time for me to work yet. My coach gave me two weeks off for our honeymoon, so I can keep you at home until my day's off."

I tiptoed to kiss her cheek. "Perfect! How about we go to your mom's? I have so many things to ask him."

Because since I was a child I was raised only by my father, I practically never saw how a mother behaves to her child. I mean, yes, I do remember that my mother was present in the past, but that short time was not enough to make me fully understand. I need to look at the example of a mother who is present in every phase of her child's life, and it's fortunate that Paul has a mother who is always by his side, with him in every circumstance, good or bad.

Paul smiled, his gaze implying that he understood my anxiety about this. "Okay, we'll stay there for a few days while you try to extract all the information from him." He kissed my forehead. "Now, let's have breakfast and get ready."

I nodded happily, my mouth smiling widely. Breakfast was not really a good idea, considering that a few minutes after eating I would immediately spit it back out, and imagining that alone had made my stomach wrapped around. But, I can't let my baby starve in there. Well, at least fruit can be very helpful.

Paul lifted my body to his chest and took me downstairs for breakfast. He sat me down in the kitchen chair and galloped down to the fridge and immediately prepared breakfast for himself and for me. "You want milk?" I'm shaking. "Tea?" ask again.

"No. Just white water. I'm not sure the others will last more than a minute in my stomach." I grimaced.

He groaned, despair flashed across his face as he took a deep breath. Then, he approached me. "Love, I'm sorry you had to go through this. I know you must be very tormented. If I could, I'd better feel it."

I laughed, amused at her adorable expression. "Well, in some cases, there are men who experience this while their partners are pregnant. But, trust me. You won't try."

"Eh, why? I'm a strong man, physically stronger than you. I'm sure I can handle anything. Don't underestimate me, Rapunzel." muttered Paul, his mouth grinning as he kissed my cheek before galloping back to fetch some water.

"Wait until you experience it. And, we'll see how far you've survived." I replied defiantly, grabbing a glass of drinking water from his hand.

"Trust me, I know you more than you. You think I didn't understand your habits in the last four years?" I blinked a flirtatious eye. He chuckled while shaking his head. "Uhm, Paul, can I say something?"

"Sure. What's?"

"mmm... Do you want to visit Indonesia?" I grimaced, not believing what I just said. What if he refuses? Not because he doesn't want to, but because of his job.

Next month his club will have to start training hard to compete in the league this year, which means he will be very busy. I've been through it for years. Every time the season starts, Paul has almost no time for me other than nights and weekends. But, for some reason suddenly I want to return to Indonesia.

There are so many things I miss there. The air is stuffy but still feels like home, the traffic is heavy and Jakarta is as if there is no death. The streets are always crowded. And, of course, my friends have also been whining about asking when I will be back.

The news of my marriage to Paul ten days ago will be known to everyone, as well as my friends. Theo, Yola, Sheril... Ah, I miss them so much.

Paul squinted, pausing his activities to cut the fruit. "I want to, love, but you know for yourself starting next month my schedule will be full." He lowered his head, one of his hands resting on his waist while his other hand propped up his body on the edge of the counter. "What if we go there after the season ends?"

"That means next year?" I said conclude. "I don't think you can, then. Because it's close to my delivery schedule. Besides, I don't want to go there with a distended stomach. It's free to leave if I can't enjoy the moment in the end."

"I'm sorry, love." He continued cutting the fruit while I stepped into the last cabinet to take the medicine.

"Well, how else. We didn't manage everything, did we?" The bitterness is clearly heard in my tone. I was disappointed, but inwardly also realized that this was not Paul's wish. He'll do anything for me while he can, and this isn't something he can control.

We were silent for a while, busy with our activities and thoughts. I sat back on the chair and propped up my chin in my hand, instantly drowsiness struck and I tried to close my eyes.

I flinched when Paul suddenly shook my shoulder. "Love, my goodness... You can't help yourself, can you?"

"This is not my will!" ketusku upset. He knows I've been sleepy lately. I yawned, then blinked when I realized he had finished his breakfast. "How long have I been asleep?" manya curious.

"About half an hour." he said, chuckling. "I just found out pregnant women can act like koalas. You sleep over sixteen hours a day. Are you aware?" He laughed again before lifting his dirty plate and putting it in the sink.

"It's not my fault" I grumbled. "Your son made me this way."

With a surprised look he approached me and knelt down until his head was aligned with my stomach. "Hey, baby, did you hear that? Your mother's mad at me because you made her unable to do anything. Be a good boy before I punish you, okay?"

Now it's my turn to laugh. "How do you punish him, Klug?" i said ticklish.

A mischievous and flirtatious grin flashed at the corner of his mouth as he looked up at me. "Well, of course you have to help me with that. How about we punish him now, Mrs. Klug?"

I rolled my eyeballs. Understanding what he meant, I hurriedly refused. "No. We need to get ready for your mother's house. So, how about you use your energy for a second to help me get into the room?" I raised my eyebrows.

He chuckled, then with both his big, muscular hands, he lifted me up from the chair. "By pleasure, Miss."