The Wife Pay
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Alana leaned her back on the sofa, clutching her body with both hands where she felt her body shivering from the cold due to the AC temperature. He just wanted to close both of his eyes. The phone in his hand rang, his mother's name was listed as a caller there.

“Iya Bu?”

“How's Alana? You found Gala?” ask Ratmi's mother worriedly.

Alana turned to her husband and son for a moment. “She's with me, Mom.”

“Kok can? Not that you were working anymore,” said Ibu Ratmi astonished.

“Let me tell you at home yes, Bu.”

“Good. I'm relieved, Gala is fine.”

“Iya Bu.” Alana hung up. Back against his back on the sofa, and he began to close his eyes, his hands moving massaging his forehead.

Suddenly he gasped, when he felt someone covering his body with a suit. “Dave...” hisses. She looked at the face of her husband who was now in front of her. While Gala sat by his side while engrossed in eating Chiki.

Dave put his palm on Alana's forehead. “Your body is still hot? Is his head still dizzy?”

“Slight.”

“The medicine is not working well. We go to the hospital, okay?” haggar Dave.

“Miss!” alana quickly.

“You've been like this, and you're still stubborn, Alana. Geez!” lament Dave.

“Come Dave. I'm doing fine. Just need a little break. Because last night I—”

“Because last night Mami did not sleep, so Mami is sick,” Gala concluded cutting off the mother's speech.

Dave was upset to hear it. Actually, he wasn't surprised enough. One year he lived with Alana, he also knew that Alana often slept in the early hours. “Can't sleep? Must be thinking about what I said at that restaurant huh?”

“Confidence once,” decaknya moaned in shame. Dave smiled, raising both eyebrows.

“Mami mostly drink coffee, and early in the morning nausea. Grandma said so,” exclaimed Gala moved from her seat walking towards the big television there. “Papi I can watch television.”

“Iya darling.”

Alana glares. “Dave don't joke. Who I'm pregnant with. We even—”

“I know. For that we go to the hospital, let you get healthy quickly. Then we make a sister for Gala. Isn't he old enough,” God Dave half persuaded. He rubbed his wife's face.

Alana shook her head with a blushing face. “I'm fine, Dave. No need to go to the hospital. Really I'm not—”

“You're scared of the hospital. But, you are not afraid to give birth to Gala alone, without a husband.”

Alana lifted her face, looking at her husband who was now very close to her. “Dave, a Mother will do anything for her son.”

“And so even I who is a husband will do anything for the recovery of his wife.” Dave nodded Alana. He then went to his desk, took his cell phone.

“Dave you—”

“I'll take the middle ground call a doctor here to check on you. If the doctor says you have to be treated, I will force you. But, if enough rest at home you do not need to work anymore.”

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“Nothing to worry about, Sir. Miss Alana's fine, she's just a common cold, and lacks rest. For his nausea, it was because his stomach acid relapsed. I suggest you avoid caffeinated drinks, yes. After taking your medicine I suggest you rest,” explained Dr. Emraan after checking the state of Alana.

“Listen to Dave. I'm fine, you're overreacting,” hissed Alana to the husband standing by her side.

Doctor Emraan chuckles in anxiety. “That's because she loves you so much, Miss.”

“Iya, Uncle. But, the loved ones are insensitive. He prefers a man who is courting sweet promises without a proof.”

“Dave?” grunting Alana.

“I think I need to make a very big billboard, about my heart content to him.”

Alana is torn between shame and annoyance. While Doctor Emraan held back his laughter. “Miss believe me if your husband loves you very much. I can see that.”

Doctor Emraan moved out of his place. “Don't forget to take the medicine after eating. Excuse me first. Let's Mr. Dave..”

“Thank you, Uncle.”