Stuck With An Old Man (Revision Stage)
CHAPTER 72: For Husbands

Those people immediately panicked. Kinan and Yara were sitting next to each other, while Gala and Zian were pacing around in front of the two women like crazy. Gala ruffled her hair so that it was a mess. Zian took off his tie until the old man's appearance was no less messy with Gala.

The doctor who was treating Chiren suddenly came out from inside the examination room. They immediately swarmed the doctor and asked various questions so that the doctor was confused to answer which question first.

“Quiet. Ladies and gentlemen, please calm down. Madam Chiren's condition is fine.”

“How about my little Leon?” ask Kinan with a nano look.

“The fetus can hardly be saved. Fortunately, Madam Chiren is a very strong mother-to-be. He was able to endure the pain and neutralize his body, so everything was fine. If Madam Chiren, just a little sleep, then her fetus can not be saved.”

Everyone felt calm and calm. Kinan and Yara were incessantly crying.

“Actually we have decided to remove the baby by surgery. But the risk will be very large, because the baby will be premature or even will be born with a disability, but if held for too long, it will be a big risk too, he said, the baby's life will be threatened and may die due to the pressure felt by the mother.”

“Then? What are your actions?” ask Gala with the bead widened.

“It just so happens that Madam Chiren is instantly aware. We asked for Mrs Chiren's decision and she chose to deliver the baby in due course. We agree on the condition that Mrs Chiren should not feel any deep stress at all. Must not be under any pressure.”

“How to keep Chiren from stressing?” ask Gala again.

“He should be paid special attention. You cannot sleep alone and do your own activities. Someone must accompany and spoil him. Especially when the husband has gone home. So Mrs Chiren needs special affection.”

“Good. We will do that, provided that Chiren and the baby are safe!” ketus Gala's.

“Oh My poor little Leon,” muttered Kinan. He really loves the content of Chiren because the baby candidate is a male gender. And it would automatically remind him of Leon, his son. The birth of Leon junior is highly anticipated.

***

Chiren was treated in hospital for only two days and asked to go home. His health is also stable. He seemed happy from before. That afternoon Gala and Yara pick up Chiren to come home. And once at the mansion, Gala pushed the wheelchair that Chiren occupied and carried him up to the room.

“Sister, I'm fine,” Chiren said as Gala tried to carry her body from the wheelchair onto the bed. And of course it was with Yara's permission. Otherwise, it might be possible that Gala did an exaggeration.

“Chiren, from now on you don't have to worry. Me and my Husband will do their best for you, until your child is born and until you are fully healed.”

“I'm so grateful to you guys. Maybe if there were no you I would no longer be able to survive.”

“Do not talk like that. It is our responsibility, as a brother to look after and care for you. Leon will also definitely be very happy when we treat you well.”

“One more time thank you Gala,” smile.

“Ohya, want to drink milk? I made ya?” tawar Yara enthusiastic.

“Not bother, Yara. The waiter can make it for me.”

“Oh this is not at all a hassle. I don't even mind always preparing all your needs Chiren. provided you're happy it's more than enough for me.”

Chiren spread her arms and asked Yara to hug him. He was so happy that a clear grain bathed his smooth cheek. “I'm so happy to have you guys,” shrewd Chiren.

***

That afternoon when the sun was already overhead, the people who were in the skyscraper began to stop from their work. There are employees who go to the cafeteria inside the company, there are also those who prefer to eat outside. They are free to do anything as long as it is at break time.

A woman in simple but elite style and dress was carrying a pot of food. With a cheerful and lively face he climbed the elevator and headed for the President of the Blackfire Company's room. None of the bodyguards held him back when he entered the president's room. Yes obviously, because she is Yara, Young Madame Rodderick. Who would dare block his path? It can be as easy as going in and out without requiring permission from anyone.

“Suamiuuu! Yuyao! Cintongmyuu's wife is coming! I miss you so much, my husband! Hahaha” joked Yara who had just stepped out of the elevator while chuckling.

“Mistress, don't run later fall. If you fall ill,” scolds Shanks who is horrified to see Yara running like a child towards the Gala room.

“Om, I know. And I won't fall. Blee!” stick out his tongue.

“As far as you go,” muttered Shanks, resigned.

Yara continued running until she arrived at Gala's room. “My husband?” call him.

“Ya My wife,” said Gala who just came out of the toilet.

“What have you eaten yet? I've made food for—” Yara's eyes accidentally stare at the table on which there are some provisions that look empty. “You've eaten it turns out,” watered Yara with an expression that instantly turns moody.

“Don't grieve my beloved wife, if it's your cooking then I will still eat it greedily until it runs out,” Gala said trying to restore the mood of Yara.

“Who brought you food?”

“So there was a housekeeper who brought this food, he said from Chiren. He made me food as a token of gratitude. I feel sorry because she is pregnant but still want to trouble myself to make me food,” Gala explained.

“Oh so. It's okay, the important thing is that you've eaten,” smiled widely.

“Sini give this to me,” forcibly withdraw the provisions in the Yara tenteng. “And we ate together. My beautiful wife hasn't eaten yet. Here I bribe.”

Yara smiled and said Gala. They both ate the food with great romance. Gala feeds Yara spoiledly and occasionally kisses Yara's lips which are drinking food due to Gala's actions which deliberately make the edge of Yara's lips spruce.

“My wife, I'm already very full. Your cooking is so good. But enjoy the cuisine of Chiren,” Gala said.

“Not why, I'm still in the process of learning. As for Chiren, he was already an expert in cooking. Just look out for you, if later I have been good at cooking, I will not make you food again,” joked Yara.

“Eits, can't do that. I'm your husband. So you have to cook for me, otherwise I will ask for rations, one day ten times!”

Yara swallowed her saliva roughly. He was imagining if it happened, then the holy gate that is no longer holy will change size to XXXL. Because it has a Gala too big.

“Aaan anyway, Om. What if I die from multiple injections with blunt, long and large injections? Later you nyesel loh.”

“Hahaha.” Gala. He looked at his wife's body with passion.

“Suami ..”

“Yes, My Wife?”

“I feel like I want to go out.”

“Loh, right not in anything?”

“I ... ehmm,”

“What's up, Honey?” Gala was confused. Though only his intention just wanted to ask for rations.

“Pengen ... Boker," cursed Yara without sin.

To be continued ...