My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 54 - Same-Same.

"Hoek .. hoek .. already, Ra."

Syakil shook his head when Amara was about to offer a glass of milk that he had not had time to spend, this morning his stomach suddenly nauseous and dizzy immeasurable. Amara was confused himself, Syakil's body was neither hot nor feverish.

"Why are you?"

Feeling lost, Amara intends to contact Nathan. However, it has not happened that Syakil has withdrawn his phone and forbade Amara from contacting the man as soon as possible.

"Just nauseous, soon also stop...maybe last night was too cold," Syakil said to make up, though last night he and Amara slept wrapped in a thick blanket and it was impossible to be cold.

"But you get so limp like this, if Mama knows I can be taken care of because it is not becus take care of the husband, Syakil," said Amara was unusually soft and worried about Syakil why-why, since her husband fell down the stairs one week ago, she is really worried that she has not even allowed Syakil to go to the office just to ensure the performance of her employees.

"No, Ra .. I'm just Hoek, my God."

Syakil shut his mouth tightly, worried greatly if he could not hold it. The man ran to the toilet with a step that still looks limp, and without the help of Amara because maybe his stomach was completely unable to cooperate.

"Ck, there's-there's a hell, just want to heal even a real pain."

Amara has been a little calmer because Syakil can walk alone without his help, now Syakil actually looks more worrying than before.

"Tooch."

Still as before, Amara massaged the nape of Syakil's neck hoping her husband would be a little better. If she looked around her husband was even pale and her eyes had turned red after vomiting a while ago.

"Aaarrggh Mom!!"

Shakil closed his eyes, this feeling was really uncomfortable and wanted to feel like he was cursing himself.

"Marara, sorry."

Syakil's mind had gone wrong, he thought if what he experienced this morning was karma because he pretended to be sick for one week in order to get more attention from his wife.

"Don't say much, we're going to the hospital right now if you don't like getting checked out by Nathan's doctor."

Syakil does not like the place, the typical aroma of the hospital he hated since long ago. She shook her head even though Amara had said check into the hospital if she did not like Nathan's performance.

Sick for a few minutes, it seems that this time it is serious and Syakil is not kidding. The contents of Syakil's stomach as if forced to go all out, the breakfast that had just entered disappeared in a matter of minutes.

Sweat was now wet on his forehead, Syakil again sat on the edge of the bed by hugging his wife and hiding his face right in Amara's stomach.

"eehm!! Ra, which perfume are you wearing?"

Syakil's forehead is wrinkled, actually since yesterday he began to feel a little uncomfortable with the aroma of Amara perfume. The woman looked at Syakil in surprise and tried to kiss his wrist to see if he might have used the wrong perfume.

"What's normal, what's wrong with you? Don't like the smell?"

"What's? The rat you said?"

Amara was astonished by Syakil's behavior. Though before marrying the man often praised and said if the smell of Amara exactly stewardess, now why exactly likened to a rat got.

"Hm, just change my perfume .. I'm nauseous, Ra, that black bottle."

Somewhat torturous, if Syakil feels tormented by the aroma of Amara perfume, his wife actually does not like the scent of Syakil perfume. These two people are both made of dilemmas like it.

"Hoek, ewh don't want to!! That one, right?" amara asked while pointing at the Syakil perfume bottle which was placed carelessly and did not fit the starting place.

Syakil nodded, at this time maybe only the fragrant oil from the famous Italian brand that is friendly to his nose. Unfortunately, Amara's nose is actually different tastes since pregnancy. Just imagine Amara was nauseous, he shuddered when he remembered the last Syakil to use it.

"Oh my God, but I'm not as strong as your perfume scent, dear .. swear!!"

"Yes you think I'm as strong as your perfume? No, the last time you wear it I almost vomit," said Amara again reminded of the incident in the morning where she suddenly nauseated when she wanted to pair a tie Syakil due to the perfume.

Right too, Syakil let out a long sigh. The man was also confused why now he felt this, who was pregnant with his wife even he who felt the effects.

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The best shortcut, Syakil relented and did not force Amara to use her perfume, while Amara who was also worried about Syakil's condition also relented. Until finally the two agreed to use wind oil for the sake of being equally comfortable even though Syakil was a little depressed and was forced to agree to Amara's proposal.

"Well, if this is good, we're both not nauseous."

"Hm but hot, Amara," complained Syakil had grimaced because Amara did apply it on the back and forehead Syakil quite a lot, while since long the skin Syakil not used to receive it.

"The future will also not feel anymore, so let you eat," he said gently while applying the oil with the logo of the death axe to the stomach of Syakil and the amount is not small, her husband was gaping and was lamenting his fate all day long.

"Dear, but?"

"Shut, believe me .. You will enjoy it after this," said Amara assured Syakil as best as possible because she really thought her husband caught a cold.

..... Resume

Hallow, good night all ... tonight I bring the recomendations from author friends again, stop by all waiting Syakil.