The Seed of the Heir
Chapter 103

"Dea, what's wrong with you, son?" peekik Mrs Kharisma while approaching Dea who was leaning on one of the bathroom walls owned by Alfa. His face looked pale and exhausted.

Mrs Kharisma tried to help Dea get up from that place. However, because her strength was not strong enough, Madam Kharisma finally ran out of the room and then shouted loudly to call Alfa.

"Alfa, come! Hurry up and help your wife!"

The cry of Madam Kharisma was heard very clearly in Alfa's ears. "Dea! Oh my God, what happened to him!"

Without thinking, Alfa rushed to the elevator and ran to her room.

"Mommy! The dea! Where are you guys?!" alfa cried out in panic and then looked for the whereabouts of Dea and her mommy.

"Alfa, we're here! Hurry, Son!"

I heard the answer in the bathroom. Alpha rushed into the room and he was so surprised after seeing Dea's condition that looked so weak, leaning on one corner of the room.

"Gosh, Dea! You why?"

Alfa immediately approached Dea and raised her body. While Mrs Kharisma followed her from behind while holding the eucalyptus oil she had taken from the medicine box.

After laying down Dea's body, Alfa immediately sat by her bed. "Why are you, Dea?" alfa asked while stroking the top of Dea's head.

"My dizziness and nausea are back on the attack, maybe this is the effect of the trip," Dea said with her eyes closed.

Suddenly Mrs Kharisma climbed onto the bed of Alfa and sat beside Dea's body. "Here, Dea! Let Mommy pijitin you," said the middle-aged woman.

Dea opened her eyes then shook her head slowly while smilingly looking at Madam Kharisma. "No need, Mom. I'm used to it like this" Dea replied.

"Don't refuse. Come on, let Mommy give you a gentle massage on your back and legs to keep warm."

Mrs Kharisma tried to take off the Dress that Dea was wearing at the time. Dea refused, but the middle-aged woman did not care. He remained steadfast in his stance.

Dea looked timid because in the room there was an Alpha who was still looking at him fixedly without blinking a single bit. However, after he thought about it, there was no point in being ashamed of that man. Alfa was legally her husband.

After the dress worn by Dea came off, now the girl's smooth body was clearly plastered before Alfa's eyes. A smooth body that is only covered by a braa as well as a cd to cover its private area. Alfa blushed in embarrassment, her face looked flushed and immediately turned her face the other way.

"First, when Mommy was pregnant with Alpha in the first trimester, Mommy also felt the same way as you are currently experiencing, Dea. That's why Mommy knows what it's like" Mrs Kharisma said, still gently massaging Dea's back.

"Until how many months have you spent, Mom?" ask Dea curiously.

"That's bad when in the first trimester. After the second and third trimesters, the taste begins to diminish and is not as frequent as in the first trimester. But yes, it is! It still doesn't taste good."

Madam Kharisma glanced at Alfa who was sitting not far from her. "Hmm, now you know, right, Alpha how hard it was for us as a woman to be pregnant. So never dare to mess with women!"

Alfa scratched her head while smiling wryly. "Ok, Mom! I will always remember that. Oh yeah, I'm out first. I want to get a warm drink for Dea" he said, standing up and walking away.

Madam Kharisma poked her lips while arranging Alfa who had gone away. "Hmmm, excuses! Just tell me he doesn't want to hear my babble any longer!"

Dea subconsciously had already revealed a smile on her face. I don't know why he feels so comfortable with them. It was different when he lived with his brother and sister-in-law.

"Done. Now turn around" said Mrs Kharisma.

Dea immediately changed her position. He got up from his position then leaned on the back of the bed while looking at the face of Mrs Kharisma who was currently smiling at him.

"Here, let Mommy massage your feet" said Mrs Kharisma as she reached for Dea's leg.

Dea suddenly pulled her leg back and gently brushed off the middle-aged woman's hand. "No, Mom. I'm not good" Dea said, shaking her head slowly.

"It's okay, Dea. Mommy even massages Alpha's legs often. Ask him if he doesn't believe. Now you're Mommy's son, so don't worry about it."

"No, Mom! I can't" elak Dea once more.

Madam Kharisma looked at Dea with lazy eyes. But his hand kept moving. Grabbing Dea's foot then putting it on top of her confession.

"Have it, don't be stubborn!"

Just like before, Dea was unable to twitch and eventually relented. Letting her mommy do her thing.

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