My Rich Husband's
The Part 115
“How is my husband doing doc?” Diora immediately approached the attending Doctor after the man in white clothes came out of the ER room.
“The condition of your husband has improved madam, there is nothing to worry about,” explained the Doctor. “Your husband is allergic and wrongly consume the drug, he took the drug that is not worth drinking anymore plus the dose is excessive, thus aggravating the allergy. But lucky to be taken directly to the hospital, so it is directly handled,” he explained in detail.
Diora, George, and Gabby breathed a sigh of relief.
“Can I visit it?” pinta Diora's.
“Bby, after we move to the nursery,” replied the Doctor. “Then, I excuse you.” The doctor went away.
“Listen ...your husband is fine, so don't worry.” Gabby faithfully stroked Diora's shoulder to stop the woman from fidgeting. Highlight Gabby's eyes were so shady and attentive, very different when staring at a man.
Everything Gabby did was not out of George's sight, the man continued to look at what the tomboy-looking woman was doing.
For a moment Gabby raised her gaze because she felt stared at by someone. George who was caught looking at him immediately turned his eyes.
Before long, the nurse came out pushing the gurney where Davis lay still blindfolded.
They followed straight to the VVIP room.
Diora immediately cried as she tightly grasped Davis' uninfused hand. “I'm very afraid if something happens that is not-not with you.” Smell at the back of the hand.
“You, take a break while waiting for your husband to wake up,” invite Gabby to point to a fairly large sofa.
“I'll rest here.” Diora settles down next to Davis.
“Wherever, whatever you are, you must also rest,” Gabby.
“You go home, sorry for interrupting your sleep.” Diora looked at the two people she thought were suitable. “Thank you for the help, sorry to bother, you guys definitely need a break, I can take care of it myself, there are doctors and nurses as well if something happens can directly help me.” He smiled, nodding his head to signal that he was okay.
Davis and Diora are alone. The woman hugged her husband's burly body tightly.
“Why didn't you tell me you were allergic to seafood?”
“I'm like a fool who puts you in trouble.”
“I'm like a fool who knows nothing about you.”
“Wake up, I want to get to know you more deeply.”
“I'm so afraid of losing you.”
The woman dialogued on her own, her hands stroking the chest of the field wrapped in the patient's clothes. Until he fell asleep tired of crying.
In the morning greeting, Diora opened her eyes hoping that the man beside her had also opened her eyes. But in fact not, Davis still remained faithful closed.
“Why don't you wake up too?” Gently stroked that eye patch.
Her hand turned to lead her husband's burly hand to touch his stomach and stroke him. “Let's make a child and live happily with our small family,”.
Davis opened his eyes. “Really?”
“You're up?” Eyes full of blazing happiness radiated looking at the owner of the voice.
“Hmm .. because someone asked me to make a child.” Davis awoke first, but was reluctant to open his eyes because he enjoyed his wife's embrace too much and wanted to see how much Diora loved him. His wife was so afraid of losing him.
Diora pinched the small belly of her husband. “You make now?” bargained for.