Sharing Love: Mistress (Storage Woman)
M17: YOU ARE SICK
M17 🥀 : YOU ARE SICK
After traveling for hours, Darren arrived at the courtyard of his house in the middle of the thick forest. A place that looks like a setting in a fairy tale. Various types of ornamental plants, ranging from types of flowers, leaves, to grasses, neatly arranged around the house. Various flowers are also placed in pots, seem to decorate the front of the house.
Darren knows very well whose creative hands do all that. It was certainly the same hand with the hand that he always longed for a touch as light as his fur. More precisely on the owner of the hand. Then Darren immediately entered the house. The door was opened by a housekeeper he had already memorized.
Netra is guerrilla, looking for the whereabouts of the wife. Usually the petite woman would greet him with a sun-bright smile, and a warm embrace. However, it was not the presence of the wife that was found, but the sound of someone who was vomiting violently captured his eardrum. The sound happened to come from the bathroom that was near the kitchen.
“Ella?”
“M-as Darren?”
The handsome man humbled, then approached the wife. Holding his back nape slowly, when the petite woman was again attacked by nausea.
“Mas go, Ella can be alone,” said the wife raucous.
Darren certainly disagrees. “No. I'll be here until you're done.”
“But this is disgust, mas.”
The tiny face of the beautiful woman looked pale when she said so. Makes Darren more inflamed. Where can he go home greeted with the condition of his wife like this. And now, the wife instead kicked him out just for fear of him ‘jijik’.
However, Darren did not intend to move even a little from the side of the wife. The man who was still wearing the formal suit painstakingly incised his wife's back nape, hoping to help speed up the nausea and vomiting process that his wife was experiencing. The woman looked very tormented because of the nausea coming from the abdomen.
“Why did you get this?” darren asked after Ella finished her vomit.
The couple has now moved to the main room.
“Excuse me, sir. Here, the tea, make neng Ella.”
Not yet had the question answered by his wife, bi Mimin who appeared from behind the door had first interrupted. Darren cleared his throat, letting bi Mimin do his job. Giving warm tea with a mixture of lemon slices to Ella who was leaning on the head bed.
“Master, it's best if neng Ella is allowed to rest first. You see non Ella sleep less than last night.”
Hearing that information, Darren suddenly escaped a look at his wife. It was fitting that the deathly pale beautiful face also looked haggard. Even without makeup, usually the face looks radiant. Not like today. However, Darren admitted that the wife seemed to emit a different aura. I don't know what aura it is, but Darren can feel it quite strongly.
“Sleep, don't you have trouble sleeping?” tell Darren while taking off the suit he was wearing.
Bi Mimin was just welcome to return to the kitchen. Later, after Darren put his wife to sleep, he will ask directly to bi Mimin full time is next to the wife. Darren must know what the main cause of his wife falling ill.
“Sleep,” Darren said again as he joined the bed.
“No, mas.”
Rejected from his wife, the handsome man kept his voice open. “Why?”
“Mau hug mas, kangen.”
“Cene?”
Ella nodded innocently. He did not hesitate to tell the truth, because that was the case. It was also what made Darren feel extraordinary happiness because his presence was anticipated.
“Cabinets.”
Finding such an interruption, Ella then published a wide smile. With a slow motion he approached, docked, attached. Making the distance between them eroded away, like a longing that initially stretched so long. With great pleasure, Darren accepted the hug. It is for this reason that he came here. Meet this woman. The woman who is far away she keeps in a place that is not easy to find, is also accessible. Because basically Darren did build this place for his ‘hajat’ alone. There was a plan he had carefully designed. Mainly so that only he has VIP access to reach this place.
Darren did it because this place is like a paradise in a remote and isolated place. Who finds it, can manage and utilize it properly, then there will undoubtedly be many advantages obtained. Same with Darren.
In this place he got a decent life, complete with tranquility, pleasure and happiness as a whole man. He is respected, loved too. Everyone here was within his grasp, solely because he was good at manipulating opportunities using intelligence.
“So since when did my wife experience such symptoms, bi?” ask Darren who just sat himself down.
In front of him, bi Mimin just served a cup of coffee that his master used to drink.
“Perhaps about a few days a week back, mr.”
“Then, why not contact me?”
“Abibi tried to contact the master, but constrained the network,” jawan bi Mimin, explained. “Pas aunty's message has been sent, the message is not read.”
Darren knows very well he ‘sibuk’ takes care of what to the point of not checking the phone while in the capital. Who else if a beautiful woman who has dared to haunt the contents of her head.
“Neng Ella also often hunger strike because often feel nauseous. Want to eat something cool, like mango.”
“Mango?” confused Darren.
“Iya, sir. Sometimes ask to be made in rujak ulek atawa petis mango young. Aja aja sickened to see neng Ella eat. Though he did not want to eat rice, he said sebel.”
“She absolutely does not want to eat rice?”
Bi Mimin nodded. “Iya, sir. He said that if he saw the rice he wanted to vomit continuously.”
Darren was silent for a moment.
“Hampura (sorry) sir, aunty just wants to say something that always disturbs aunt's mind.”
“Please.”
“Wouldn't neng Ella be taken to the puskesmas to check?”
Darren seemed to think for a moment. The main health service in this place is indeed a village puskesmas which is not too far from here. There is a medical team that is quite adequate, brought in directly from the capital who served there. Some even choose to get married also settle on this right.
“Aibi thinks Ella's neng needs to be taken to the hospital, to be checked.”
“So according to aunt, my wife has a serious illness?”
Bi Mimin shook his head. Seeing that, Darren frowned in confusion. “Can you explain what aunt said?”
“Begini sir, what may neng Ella...”.
“Ya, my wife why?”
“...pregnant.”
Darren contact fell silent. The pregnant? his little wife is pregnant?!
“I mean aunty my wife is pregnant?”
“I-it's just a aunt's prediction, oruh. You see, non Ella in recent days shows symptoms like pregnant women.”
“Is that true?” ask Darren in disbelief.
“I-yes, sir. Here and there, aunty has also been pregnant and gave birth,” said bi Mimin while smiling thinly. “Where is it, sir? Should neng Ella be taken to puskesmas.”
Darren seemed to think for a moment. A second later, the man stood up from his seat. Making bi Mimin who is waiting to be confused.
“Call only the best medical personnel here to come check on my wife.”
“Good, sir.”
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