
Arriving at the hotel where we stayed.
"Roy, order me some food. I'm hungry" I said as I took off the suit I was wearing, then I dropped my body on the couch.
"What do you want for lunch, sir?" tanyakanya.
"As usual," I replied.
"Good, Sir." Roy then ordered food through the hotel room service.
Half an hour later. The food Roy ordered for me finally came.
With my stomach feeling very hungry, I started eating my lunch. But just the first feed, all of a sudden, piyeh, piyeh.
"Roy, why is the food like this? Was the coke replaced? Why is the chef in a star hotel like this not so good at cooking?!" my annoyance. I immediately vomited food out of my mouth because it felt so strange.
"Pardon me, sir. I ... I will file a protest pad-"
"No need! I don't eat anymore" I said. With a feeling of annoyance I walked into the bathroom.
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It's been 2 days that my appetite has been disturbed. Whenever I saw or smelled food with strong spices, my stomach was instantly nauseous, and soon I would definitely vomit. It certainly affected my performance and prevented my work from being completed sooner.
"How are you doing?" ask Raymond. I deliberately called him to come check on my condition.
"I'm not okay, Ray," I replied.
"Roy says you often have nausea and vomiting. Lest you suffer from stomach acid, but as far as I have been you always keep a busy diet whatever you are. Or maybe your stomach acid goes up because you're stressed because of work," he said, then started checking my blood pressure.
I followed what Raymond's doctor said, got up and ate the food he had brought me.
"Finally .. I can eat something too. Thank you, Ray," I said to my best friend. I felt quite relieved because finally there was food that managed to get into my stomach and I did not vomit.
"Oh yes, don't forget after you eat, take this medicine," he said, glancing at his watch. "I have to go to the hospital right now, I have 20 minutes to schedule surgery."
"Hem. Go awayl. Be careful on the road, and thank you very much for everything" I said.
"You, there's no need to hesitate. If you want to hesitate, it should have been before," he said and laughed. "I'm gone, afraid it's too late."
After Raymond left, I continued to eat my food until it ran out.
With my stomach filled, I was finally able to rest comfortably. I leaned back on the bed while looking at my woman's photo. He is my life force now.
I had been gone for almost a month and had not seen him, but the news I had heard was still the same as it was yesterday. My woman was still reluctant to leave the house and kept her locked up in the room.
Actually I was worried about him, but the waiter who was my spy there said, that he's fine. In fact he often asked his housekeeper to cook this and that. It is inversely proportional to me who currently can not eat anything except the food brought by the doctor Raymond earlier.
I rubbed a picture of him on my phone screen. I've missed him so much. I miss him so much. I feel like I want to finish all my work here and go home to see him.
B e r s a m b u n g ...
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...The other one wants to eat this and that, the other one even hard to eat and often vomit🤭...
...Buibu, fair not about if we are pregnant wives continue to husband who crave🤔🤣🤣...