The (Former) Mafia
78. It's not That

"So how, Doc?" durant asked the doctor who had examined his wife.

The doctor looked at the note the nurse gave him. "HB your wife is low sir! For now I can still control. We can give you a food booster that can raise your wife's HB first. I will give you a tablet too! It would be better if you consult this masala with a nutritionist doctor. No blood transfusions are needed. Your wife can go home after she wakes up!"

"Doctor's sure?"

"God be sure, sir! Let's do it the natural way first!"

She rubbed her face slowly. He glanced at his wife who was still lying down. There are many problems that arise in pregnant women. Has he made a mistake. He shouldn't have made Nabila tired like this. After getting a nausea reliever tablet, now you should add another tablet again. Very inconvenient.

"I'll prescribe the medicine first!" the doctor said it then passed from IGD.

The woman slowly closed her eyes. His face grimaced as the dizziness in his head had not completely disappeared. Nabila turned her face, reluctant to see her husband because still imagined Jessica's face.

"Darling!" call Bara near his beautiful wife. "Is it still dizzy?"

"Hmmm!" replied Nabila with a face not facing her husband.

"You're angry that I impregnated you ?"

Eishhhhhh ... Nabila rolled her eyeballs. How could he have such thoughts. Who would be angry when impregnated her own husband. This bar is insensitive or how. She had said she was worried when her husband was close to Jessica, but why did her husband pretend not to know. "When you want to go home, Mom!"

"All right! Waita minute! I want to talk to the doctor first. Not anywhere!"

The woman remained silent, reluctant to reply. How could he possibly leave while his head was still uncomfortable. Nabila just looked at the back of her husband who had gone away. However, again the silhouette of someone made him even more annoyed. The woman with that ideal posture was also nearby. Wh-wh-what for?

....

"Ezla get Mama a drink!" said Ezra thrust warm water for his mother who was sitting leaning on the bed rest. "Mom don't get sick anymore! Is this because of the baby's grandpa?" tanya Ezra looked at Nabila's stomach with a flash of anger on her face.

"Ehh! Why is that, honey? Do you know where your mom's belly is with a baby sister?"

"Papa said."

"Papa?"

"Yes ...!" replied Bara who had just entered her room with a tray filled with porridge. "I told you because he was worried. Eat first! Take medicine, after that sleep!"

"Ezla is going to Kamal Ma too! Bial Mbak Malina alone who bacain fairytale. Mama says yes!"

Nabila. His hands stretched out, rubbed Ezra's head and then kissed her. "Good sleep, honey! Don't forget to read the do'a! Thank you, yes!"

"Ezla dear Mama!" he said peek Nabila at a glance.

"Papa, don't you love me?" said Bara put on a flat face as if he was angry.

"Papa too, dear!" ezra said he wanted to kiss Bara's cheek but he was troubled because Bara, who was sitting on the bed, was too tall for him. "Father!" rengek Ezra pulled the shirt Bara was wearing. The man gave a small laugh then lowered his cheek.

"Good sleep, honey! Sweet dream! But don't dream of Nana!"

"Why?" asked Ezra with sparkling eyes.

"Not yet!"

"Mas!" nabila Tegur.

"Handering. Get out there! Don't bother Papa!" Bara pushed Ezra with her index finger. Ezra just smiled.

"Cieee .. want to add Dede Baby in Mama's pelut yes! More and more bial?"

Nabila choked on his own saliva. He looked at Bara with a sharp look. The look she always gave when she was angry at her husband.

"Mama ate a bubul that many babies bial added again!" chirp Ezra innocently. Bara almost spilled the porridge that was in her hands as her suddenly jumped body held back a laugh.

"Have gone!" tara Bara's.

"Good Mr Boss!" ezra replied, bowing in Durant's manner.

"Ezra doesn't seem to be our son, but his son Durian. Bismillah first!" bara's decree thrust a spoon of porridge before his wife's lips. Nabila was just a frown but with a pouty face.

"Why didn't Durant marry Marlina? Why should Max? What are you planning?"

I exhaled slowly. "Durant already likes other women! Their beliefs are not the same. We can't take Durant from his Lord just to marry him to Marlina. You understand what I mean, don't you?"

"Then, Max?"

"His parents are muslim. I think he is Islamic ID. I don't understand, but I guarantee that he's a good Muslim."

Nabila held the hand of the husband who would return to feed food to his mouth. "Enough, Mum!"

"Why? Nausea again?" ask Bara. Nabila just nodded.

"Yes, I made avocado juice. Or do you want to make a fruit salad?"

Nabila shook her head. He massaged his temple hoping his head could improve soon. His eyes were closed when Bara's hand pulled out and replaced the massage he did with Bara's own. Nabila was silent, looking at her husband with a difficult gaze to interpret. Confusion, uncertainty, doubt, love, everything comes together.

"Hit me if I'm wrong! Don't just shut up like this!" bara said as if to understand the meaning of his wife's gaze.

Nabila exhaled a rough breath. She let go of her husband's hand and lay on his back. "I don't like Mas Bara with Jessica. Can I say that?"

No response from her husband. Nabila again swallowed the bitter pill. Jessica is very important to her husband. In fact, it is very easy to find another secretary. More competent than Jessica is also very much.

"I'll stay away from him! But not now."

The woman smiled bitterly. She turned around, looking into the eyes of her husband who was also looking at her. "Until when? Until that woman wins your heart, Mas? Until she gets into our household? Huh yeah?"

"When enough! I know you're in a bad mood. But please, trust me!"

Nabila gave a cynical smile. He sat back down and took his phone.

"That's what?" ketus Nabila thrust a cell phone at her husband. Bara's forehead shriveled, a photo of herself with Jessica.

"Get to the hotel alone, hmm? If I'm rich, what should I believe, Mom? The words of Mas Bara? Or this evidence?"

"Where did you get it? Who is the one who has dared to provoke our relationship?" furious Bara looked at his wife with a sharp look. Nabila even more ignited. He recaptured his cell phone, and went back to sleep on Bara's back. "It doesn't matter who sent it! It's more interesting, Mum!" Nabila.

....

"Do it now!" tell the guy on the phone. "Make the j*lang understand where it is!"

"Good, Boss!"

Nabila typed tears when her husband's warm lips touched her cheeks. Maybe Bara thinks he's asleep. In reality Nabila was only pretending because she was very curious, what her husband often did when he slept in the middle of the night.

"I'm sorry, Mom! But I need to know who you really are!"