The Love Struggle of Young Miss
300

Bandung

Two months older than Ara's pregnancy, but the woman still nausea and vomiting every morning, even twice she had to be hospitalized for lack of fluids. Febian always felt anxious and worried about his wife. Almost every day he consulted Queen via chat messages, and occasional or phone calls.

"Mas, you're not going to the office?" ara asked as she saw her husband still sitting quietly on the bed.

"Later. I only have an important meeting at ten. You still so nauseous?" ask Febian gently. Ara shook her head weakly.

"I was just sick when I woke up. Mas, I want something." Ara said doubtfully. Febian got off the bed and approached his wife who was currently sitting in front of the dressing table.

"What do you want, hm? Justsaytheword. I don't want our son to be sill." Febian wrapped his hands around his wife's stomach which seemed slightly protruding. Not forgetting to put his head in the neck of his wife.

"I want to go to your office" said Ara. Febian was silent for a moment. "Mas, I'm bored constantly at home. I'd love to go to your office and meet Leona." Ara's voice sounded very spoiled, making Febian become so anxious.

"alright. Let's get ready." Ara's face was instantly sumringah when Febian immediately responded to her request. Eagerly, the woman changed into a beautiful dress as well. Febian who saw that only pulled the two corners of the lips into a smile.

After the two are ready, before leaving for the office they say goodbye to Ara's father. Then, Febian drove his car at a moderate speed. During the trip, Ara continued to babble and appoint some traders who sell on the side of the road.

"Mas, I want that!" ara half-shouted. Febian who was surprised immediately stopped his car suddenly. A few seconds later, a horn was heard from the back. Upon regaining consciousness, Febian pulls away his car, while Ara bows deeply in fear that her husband will be angry with her.

Without speaking, Febian came out and saw the rear bumper of the car that was slightly damaged by being hit. The driver of the car in the back came down.

"Can you stop suddenly!" snatch that guy. Febian took a long breath.

"Sorry, Sir." Febian cupped his hands in front of his chest.

"Look, my car's chafing!" snatch that guy again. Febian swears in the heart. He was wrong because he had stopped suddenly, but the damage to his car was much worse than the man's car.

"Wait a minute." Febian took out a check and wrote down ten million there. Then, he handed the money over to the man.

"This is in compensation. Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

"Is this a real check?" ask the person in disbelief after seeing the numbers listed there.

"Original. If you don't believe me, you can find me again. This is my business card." Febian handed over his business card. After reading the business card, the person was so surprised that Febian was the owner of Alexander's company. However, Febian only showed a sweet smile and immediately bailed away.

"Why are you crying?" Febian felt astonished when he got into the car again, Ara was wiping away tears quickly. Ara did not reply, only shook her head weakly.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I've made us wretched," said Ara lirih. Febian breathed deeply.

"Alright, Honey. Don't think too much. It's not a serious matter. Just don't you repeat, yeah." Febian spoke as gently as possible so as not to offend his wife. Ara nodded in agreement.

"Now tell me, what did you want?" ask Febian. Ara pointed at a chicken porridge cart that was across the street.

"Wait here, let me buy it for you." Febian was about to go back down, but Ara immediately restrained the man's arm.

"Mas, I'm coming." Ara whining.

"Darling, you just wait here, yeah. Let me buy you a minute." Febian tries to seduce.

"Mas, I want you to make me that porridge yourself." Ara was back to whining.

"But, Honey. I can't." Febian's face looked so clear.

"Mas, I want to see you make your own, but you won't. Better now we go to the office." Ara folded her hands in front of her chest, her gaze facing out the window. Febian snorted violently as he looked at his wife's five centi advanced lips.

The cup!

A kiss landed on Ara's lips to make the woman's body slightly squeaked. Ara turned her head and looked at Febian who was currently smiling broadly at her. Yes, even though Ara knew that her husband was a bit of a forced smile.

"You just wait here, and I'll make that porridge for you." Febian spoke slowly.

"I'm coming with you, Mommy." Ara remained firm. Febian was finally able to agree. However, when Febian asked to come down, Ara held back. In his heart Febian was very upset, but he tried to remain ordinary.

"What else, dear?" febian asked trying to dampen his frustration.

"I want you to wear this."

Febian felt bad when he saw Ara was reaching into his bag. Sure enough, a pink bunny ear bando appeared in the woman's grasp. Febian eyes are perfectly patterned.

"Honey, you're right!" pekik Febian did not accept. Ara looked at Febian with teary eyes, almost flowing if Ara did not remove it immediately.

"God! Alright!" Febian scratched his hair roughly. Her face looked frustrated, but Ara's face looked so happy.