The Devil Husband's
CHAPTER 8. YOU TIGERS

A subtle sigh sounded from Jihan's lips. He put the phone back and rushed away without taking it. Jihan had started to be immune to Tiger's own care. He also does not want to bother. Because there is another life in his stomach that is now a priority.

Jihan went down the stairs carefully, her body clad in a pastel-colored knee-length dress, with broad shoulders coated in white cardigans, making her look graceful on that sunny morning. Convers shoes look comfortable wrapping his feet. He does not wear heels because it is very risky to harm the fetus in the womb.

The aroma of the cooking that was leaving made his steps pause for a moment. Inhaling it deeply, feeling the fragrant blend of kitchen spices that lurked in his nose. His stomach was struggling more, he sped up even though he was a little sick, approaching the kitchen.

"Auntie, cook what?" tanya Jihan stood behind Aunt Sari.

"Eh, Mistress. Here, make some seafood fried rice. Just wait at the dinner table, ma'am. Soon it's ready" said the housekeeper.

"Hmmm!"

Jihan covered her nose and mouth as the seafood that had just been put in the hot oil gave off an unpleasant scent to her. His stomach churned wanting to spit out all of its contents.

Immediately he ran towards the bathroom, in front of the sink he struggled to get all his entrails out. Only a slightly yellowish white liquid came out. It felt very bitter in his mouth.

"God! Madam!" screeched Aunt Sari when she saw her employer vomiting.

Soon he turned off the stove and ran after Jihan. Narrowing the woman's nape. His face was whitened, looking extremely pale with sweaty fur that was drenching him.

"Here you go, Bi, thank you" he said slowly and then rinsed and washed his face after a while.

His body was slightly trembling and limp. Aunt Sari helped him to sit at the dinner table. Then pour warm water on the glass and thrust it on Jihan, hoping to reduce her nausea.

"Mrs ... pregnant?" aunty asked doubtfully when she felt something strange about her employer.

Jihan stopped moving, she bit her lower lip which then glazed over. Both of his hands clenched tightly. Aunt Sari already knew the answer from Jihan's body gesture.

"Alright, pregnant women should eat a lot of nutritious. Since the mistress vomited with the scent of seafood, Auntie replaced it with a meat omelette instead huh, Madam," Aunt Sari bargained back into the kitchen and made it.

Jihan let out a long sigh, her head turned to the aunt who was now busy preparing the ingredients. His hands were busy wiping away the tears that had fallen. His heart warmed, at least someone still noticed him here.

A few moments later all the food was served by Bibi Sari. Looks very tempting to Jihan. He immediately devoured his breakfast.

"Auntie, thank you. Come eat here!" invite Jihan to pat the chair next to her.

"Ah, no need, Madam. Aunty eats in the kitchen only," elak Aunt Sari who is still standing behind her.

"Come, Bi. Temenin I have breakfast. Don't be so stiff," he pulled Aunt Sari's arm and forced her to sit next to him.

Aunt Sari smiled, they enjoyed breakfast together. Jihan remembered Aunt Fida who always accompanied her before she was brought here.

"Mrs, how many months is it?" ask Auntie in between her meals.

"Emm .. don't know, Bi." Jihan refocused on enjoying her meal.

"Well, haven't you been to the midwife or the doctor?"

Jihan shook her head with a mouth that was chewing her food. Aunt Sari also advised to immediately check the content to know how it is developing.

"Yes, Bi. I'll try to check later" said Jihan smiling gently.

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Jihan was surprised when she came out of the house was confronted by two burly men who confronted her. His eyes looked at the two men. His forehead is pucker deep.

"Surge!" jihan said to the man.

"Sorry, Madam. You are not allowed to leave the house without your knowledge!" assert one of the men.

Jihan's beautiful bead turned sharp, she let out a heavy breath along with her annoyance. "Here's your cell phone!" the door held out her hands.

The two well-dressed men looked at each other. They asked each other for opinions through his sturdy chin movement.

Eventually one of them pulled out the phone and connected the call to Tiger, then handed it to Jihan. I heard a wait for a while.

"Hello! What's the news?!" tiger shouted after the phone was picked up.

"It's me." Jihan said short and slow.

Across, Tiger immediately straightened his body from his seat of greatness. "You? Why use a cell phone bodyguard? Didn't I give you my own phone?" jolt it with a furious tone.

"You yourself told me not to call anyone?" jihan replied casually.

Tiger was silent, recalling his conversation earlier which turned out to be wrong. 'Shit!' he rubbed his face violently.

"How, Master? You remember that, right? All right, I just want permission to go out to see my mom."

"Get out with the guards. Use your phone to call me! Never dare to run away!" he nodded with a threat tone.

Jihan rolled her eyes lazily. "Yes, yeah! It's up to you, Mr Devil! Fucking tiger!" he muttered softly but was heard by the two bodyguards standing in front of him. Then immediately turn off the phone.

"What did you say?!" peek Tiger snorted in annoyance. Plus the sassy Jihan turned off her phone.

The two guards bought when they saw his superior wife like there was no fear. How dare to upset the boss. Jihan gave up her phone again. He asked one person to take him to the police station.

"It has. Satisfied, right?" he said with an annoyed look.

How long the phone was ringing. Almost got thrown in shock. The bodyguard swallowed the saliva as he cleared his throat, preparing to receive a call from the boss.

"Sorry, Master!" the first word spoken.

"Jihan's company everywhere. Don't get away from your surveillance!"

"Good, Master!" his reply set his eyes on Jihan who was still looking at him in annoyance.

Afterwards, the man rushed to pick up the car not far from his reach. He opens the car door for Jihan. "Please, Mistress!" he said half bent.

The woman walked slowly with a rough breath. After sitting comfortably, the driver rushed the car carefully. Jihan asks him to drive her to the police station, where her mother is being held.

Jihan just leaned her head with a look out the window. The bodyguard glanced at him through the reflection of the rearview mirror hanging before him. Jihan was crying without a sound. His hands occasionally wiped those tears.

"Mrs, are you okay?" ask the young man.

Jihan's eyebrows intertwined, astonished at the man suddenly opening the voice. He tried to ignore it. Looking back out the window.

"Call me Rico, ma'am. Don't hesitate if you need help" the man said again.

Jihan was slightly interested, their eyes clashing against each other on the rearview mirror. "You? Have you worked with him for a long time?" ask Jihan.

"It's only been about two months, Madam," she smiled back as she managed to make the woman make a sound.

"Oh! Don't be so stiff. Just call Jihan. There is no tiger here!" jihan's muttering grunt invited the young man's thunderous laughter.

Jihan rolled her eyes lazily, "What's so funny?" he said pursing his lips.

The man's lips clenched back, shaking his head. Jihan moved forward from her seat, so their distance was quite close. The man panicked for a moment.

"Mrs uh Jihan what do you want?" tanyakanya.

"Can you take me out of this prison?" whispered Jihan tilted her head right at the edge of the chair Rico occupied.

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