The Rahim the Pay
Nausea and Vomiting

One week later, Naima felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. But as much as possible he could bear because he was accompanying his mother in the nursery.

"Why, son?" mom asked Maya to see the change in expression on her daughter's face.

Naima. "No, ma. I'm fine."

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Naima replied convincingly.

Although Naima said she was fine, her face could not lie to her mother.

"Your face is pale, son. You sick?"

Naima touched her cheek.

"You better go home first, rest at home, Naima. As long as you're here, you always look after mom from morning until morning again. Maybe that's what's making you sick now. Go home, get enough sleep and rest. It's okay here alone, there's a nurse who can help you." Bu Maya rubbed Naima's shoulder slowly, she could not bear to see the condition of her daughter who clearly looked sick.

"But, mom-"

"If you love mom, follow mom's request. Enough mother who is sick, you do not follow the sick. Go home, yeah."

Naima looked at her mother who looked worried about her. It seems like what her mother said was true as well. Finally he nodded obediently.

"Yes, mom. Later if I've gone, I'll be back here soon. Don't be late for the medicine, yeah. I want you to get well soon and get home."

Mom Maya nodded. "Yes, I want to go home soon too. I don't wanna linger in the hospital, son. Besides being boring, I do not want the cost of this hospital to increase. I don't want to bother you, baby."

"Mom don't need to think about it, just focus on the health of the mother."

"Yes. Now home. Get enough rest and eat a lot. Don't let you follow the pain."

Naima nodded. "Yes, mom. Then I go home first, yeah. I promise I'll be here as soon as I feel better."

Naima kissed the back of her mother's hand and landed a brief kiss on the middle-aged woman's forehead.

"Yes, ma'am."

Naima moved from there and as soon as she got out of the mother's ward, her steps accelerated towards the bathroom. He could not bear to vomit.

"Twg ... Hoex .. Hoosse .."

Naima spewed out a clear liquid, as she had not had time for breakfast this morning.

"Twg ... Hoex ... Hoekss ..."

Naima turned on the sink's tap water and washed her face. He looked up his head staring at the reflection of his face in the mirror.

With a breath that sounded a little hunting, Naima looked at her two beads in the mirror. He pulled out a piece of tissue available to wipe his wet face.

"Yes, my face is pale. Right said mother," he said.

Naima breathed heavily.

"Actually I'm sick from lack of sleep or I ..."

He deliberately hung his sentence, because his mind had already said.

Naima lowered her head and reflexively touched the flat part of her stomach. He turned back to look at his reflection in the mirror.

"Am I pregnant???" he said softly and immediately silenced his mouth, worried that someone had heard his sentence just now.

Naima turned to her left and right, grateful that the hospital's public toilet was quiet. So it's probably safe and no one heard the sentence just now.

"I should test her immediately with a pregnancy test."

Naima rushes out of there to buy a pregnancy test at the hospital pharmacy.

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