My Rich Husband's
The Part 112
Davis continued to eat the dishes served to him, despite being exposed to his wife's bursts. But he did not feel any pain.
“What is this using seafood broth?” davis asked after putting a mouthful of spaghetti in his mouth.
“Hmm ...” Diora nodded her head in response, as her mouth was still full of food. “Kaldu fresh, I made it myself,”. “You, not allergic right?”
Davis did not answer, he just smiled and ate up.
“Your neck, red.” Diora scanned her husband's skin, her hands about to touch the bruising part of his body.
Davis immediately stood up before the taut fingers reached him. “I'm going to work, there's work I have to finish, you, go to sleep first.” It instantly passed leaving Diora alone.
The woman just complied, she cleaned the old dishes and went to the room. Since she was alone, Diora took advantage of that time to continue reading the pending novel.
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Inside the workspace, Davis seemed to be looking for something.
“Where is the medicine?” He was looking for a pill that he had never taken for a long time.
His breathing had already started to sting, the red rash more and more spread on his body. He hit his chest that felt so tight.
Drawer by drawer he opened one by one without exception. Eventually, he found a white bottle filled with medicine.
Davis immediately drank it without checking the expiration date.
“Why not stop? Usually healed immediately? What is less?” Davis immediately took again with the amount twice as much as before.
Still not also lost the feeling of tightness in his chest, itching and rash was increasingly spread throughout his body.
“Am I wrong to take medicine?” muttered. “But there's only that drug I've had all this time,”.
The man finally read the label. “Shit!” objurgation. “A expired.” The pill he consumed turned out to have been two years more than the date listed there.
“Where is my phone?” He tried to find his cell phone to immediately call his personal doctor. But his condition was so alarming with difficulty breathing, and his eyes began to blur making it difficult to find his flat object.
He had not yet reached for his phone, his body was already drooping limp collapsed onto the marble floor.
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“What's the work too much?” guess after seeing the clock on his phone.
The woman came down from the soft bed and was worth fantastically. Soon down to the kitchen, she wanted to make coffee as her husband's overtime friend.
With her sparkling light, she carried a tray containing a coffee cup to her husband's study.
Tok ... tok ...
He knocked on the door, waiting for an answer from within. But there was no sound heard.
“My Love ... I'm in?” his permission while opening the door handle carefully.
Prong ...
Diora dropped the object she was carrying until ceramic fragments from the cup were scattered everywhere.
His body stiffened to see a man who was stiffened with foam coming out of his mouth.
“Not ...” Quickly shaking his head. Her tears just fell to find her husband lying on the floor in such a terrible condition.
He immediately ran over and hugged Davis unconscious body. “My Love .. please wake up.” Wiggling loudly the body in his arms. “Don't leave me alone.” There was no response, making her cry even harder.
Diora who was often upset by her husband tried to think that he was being bullied. Even though in his heart was so scared that this was real.
“You're just kidding right?” her face patted her husband's cheek hard. “Enough! this is not funny.” He tried to remove the foam he thought was artificial and sniffed it.
The louder the crying tat when the foam is not artificial coming from soap, there is no detergent odor at all.
His sobs could no longer be contained, his sadness could no longer be held back. The happiness he had just gained after the marriage had to stop here?
Should he end up like this when that love begins to blossom in his heart?
Nah!
His embrace grew stronger as if he was not willing to lose the figure of a man who always haunts him every day with various feelings. Even though at the beginning of the meeting they always upset him. But getting to know the figure, she felt that there was sincerity in her husband. The warm treatment and care that involuntarily melted his heart made him go mad if he had to lose this moment as well.
“I'm not ready to be a widow ..”