The way I love you
215 Fat and Slim
Today Vean and Dhea went to the hospital to check on Dhea's contents. They were escorted by Arya, while Juna was in the clinic.
"Slow down, Yang." Vean helps Dhea get out of the car and sit in a wheelchair.
The people who saw Dhea and Vean, were astonished, how could a handsome man like Vean have a super fat wife like Dhea.
"That's his wife? How can ya, can a handsome husband so."
"Yes. It was a big slam, yeah."
Vean and Arya glared in annoyance at those whispering people.
"Good morning, Mr. Vean, Mr. Arya and Miss Dhea."
The doctor begins to examine Dhea, starting from tension, and all kinds of other tests.
"Now weigh the weight first, yes."
Dhea spelled out a breath, she was still sitting in her place.
"Come, Yang. It's okay."
"Not to be weighed, Doc. I know, I'm heavy."
Doctors, Bena and Arya exchanged lyrics. Dhea is in sensitive mode.
"What's wrong, Yang. Just a moment, yes," persuaded Vean gently.
"No." Dhea shook her head, still unwilling to be weighed as well.
"Are there any complaints?" ask the doctor in the end, trying to distract them.
"It's still the same, Doc."
Dhea glanced at the scales, then sighed.
"Come brother, weighed."
Dhea turned her face away, unwilling to see how heavy her body was. Doctors hurriedly noted Dhea's weight, and said nothing to the sensitive pregnant woman.
"Now an USG, yes."
"You want to know her gender?"
"No," answered Dhea hurriedly.
"It's okay, brother. Let's be a surprise."
"Yes. Whatever you want, Yang."
"Don't forget the medicine and its vitamins are taken regularly, yes. Eat lots of vegetables and far away too. Drink lots of water."
Once out of the doctor's room, Dhea invites them to eat in the hospital canteen.
"I want green bean porridge."
"okay."
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Dhea's gestational age is now entering the fifth month. Vean continues to routinely give sembako to his employees and compensation to orphanages.
Every day, the day gets more restless. Doctor Bram who has been telling Vean for a long time, if he will give birth prematurely, make the man worry.
"You don't get stressed either, Vean."
"Where I may not be stressed, I can't help but feel anxious."
Arya and Juna fell silent, they knew what Vean was feeling.
Trying to keep Dhea from having problems with her pregnancy—sudah— although still exposed.
Pray—alue—all the time every day.
Trying to get Dhea healed, is being done and always done.
"We buy fruits first, yes."
They stopped by a store that sold organic fruits and vegetables. Buy a lot for stock the next few days.
Vean pushes Dhea's wheelchair, while Arya pushes the trolley.
"Geez, that's a big fat girl, how can it be the same as two handsome guys, huh?"
"Yes, yeah. I'm the slim guy like this, the guy's mediocre."
Cup
Vean deliberately kissed Dhea's cheeks, so that they would heat up their hearts. While Arya also rubbed Dhea's hair.
"Dhea, My Bestie." Fio came waving his hand.
"You're here?"
"Yes, I want to buy some fruit for my nephew. The pretty one, or the handsome one, huh?"
Fio rubbed Dhea's stomach.
"Well, if the slim one, then fit well, the same handsome guys."