PASSION OF MY WIFE'S FRIEND
Nausea and Vomiting

A woman who was forced to sleep in front of a man's roku suddenly woke up. He felt so nauseous that he even wanted to vomit.

"Hoeks .. Hoekss ..." The woman spewed out her stomach that is not much, because she only ate a day even then the results of snoring in the garbage can.

"Hoeks .. Hoex .. Hoekss ..."

Vomiting is ongoing, now live clear liquid that comes out.

"Oh my god, why me?" he said lirih while holding back the nausea that encouraged him to continue vomiting.

His reflexes held his stomach and his two eyes were perfectly rounded. Then his head shook strongly.

"No, no. This is impossible. I can't get pregnant, I can't get pregnant."

The face of the woman who was none other than Ziva looked stiffened and a little pale highlighted by the street lights.

"I'll never get pregnant, that's what the doctor said when I went to the obstetrician with Gavin. Then why do I feel nauseous and even vomit?"

Ziva looked terrified, but he was trying to think positive. As long as she played with men, she never got pregnant because she was declared unable to get pregnant. Therefore he is not afraid to have sex with any man.

"Did I just catch a cold?" thought. "Yes, it looks like I'm just catching a cold. For some days I sleep in a place like this. The night wind makes me like this. I can't be pregnant."

The woman tried to convince herself. But that didn't completely diminish his fear. Still what was on his mind at this moment was the word pregnant.

"Quiet, Ziva. You can't panic like this. You need to calm down."

Ziva took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. But the nausea again made him want to vomit. As hard as he held back, in the end the clear white liquid managed to come out of his mouth.

Cold sweat started to wet his entire body, he was completely tormented by this state. Her nausea never goes away and her vomiting never stops.

After being content to vomit, Ziva leaned his back and head on the rolling door of the shophouse. His eyes closed, his breath hunting.

"No, I can't be pregnant. I can't possibly be pregnant. I don't want to be tormented every day by months of nausea and vomiting. I don't want to."

He shook his head and kept his eyes closed. Suddenly, he opened his eyes spontaneously.

"If I can get pregnant, then this child ... "

Ziva purposely hung up his sentence once a single name crossed his mind.

"No, no. I would definitely be more tormented if this child was the blood of Haidar's flesh. I don't want to." He shook very strongly.

"I just want to conceive Abian's child. Because I would feel safe and get happiness if the child I bear was Abian's son."

"I don't want to get pregnant, I don't want to get pregnant with Haidar's child."

Ziva beat his belly then brushed it. She doesn't want to get pregnant, especially if it's a child. He does not get happiness, it is the misery that he will get.

Instantly he stopped his pukkullan on the stomach, now his hand was holding the temple, he felt very dizzy. Even his vision now seemed blurry and now turned pitch-black. A second later it fell drooping and unconscious. Too bad.

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