Third Wife Paid Husband
Chapter 27

"Hey, be careful dong!" 

"That way wear eyes!" 

"Minimum apologize! Play go aja. You have no manners!" 

Andrea let people curse her because she admitted that she was guilty. 

It was not Andrea's intention to not apologize when she almost hit a two-year-old toddler in the hallway near the instant noodle rack. Andrea was too panicked, she wanted to rush to find a public toilet inside the building. 

Brak! 

Andrea pushed one of the toilet cubicle doors. He does not care if he will get a curse from people again. Andrea's stomach was like being stirred, so Andrea impatiently wanted to spit out the contents from inside her stomach. 

Andrea closed the door of the toilet room she entered incorrectly. He just closed the door just like that without installing a key slot. 

The cold woman sat crouched facing the front of the closet, then lowered her head in the closet, before Andrea actually vomited it. So strong Andrea vomited, he coughed, then fell sitting on the floor of the toilet half wet. 

"Gr ..." Andrea lowered both shoulders. His hand held onto the lips of the closet, he tried to catch his breath. "My stomach ..." Andrea's lips moved, without a sound. He rubbed his stomach slowly before Andrea stood up with difficulty. 

When Andrea came out of the toilet room, she walked half a stagger. Towards the weskafel. He washed his face, not caring about the makeup of his face that might fade. Andrea's body immediately went limp after vomiting earlier. 

Andrea tried to straighten her back. He looked at her face from the toilet mirror. Instantly Andrea's face instantly turned pale, her breathing gasping for breath. 

"I think I ate the wrong ..." Andrea's breathing was rather heavy. "Or, my maag relapsed? No. gabe. I eat very regularly." 

Ever since Andrea got married, she has never been late to eat. For the kitchen, as well as cleaning the house is his duty. Although sometimes Aron helps himself, but Andrea more often do it himself. 

Whether because there is nothing here that makes him upset, Andrea lives a quieter life without a human gagging. Andrea ate regularly, slept regularly, her mind was much calmer. 

"What did I eat, huh?" andrea muttered trying to remember it. 

*** 

Aron was forced to stop monthly shopping activities. Especially food in the kitchen. Aron went to find his wife who had not run anywhere. But seeing the movements of Andrea who ran while clumping her lips with one hand, made Aron think in one place; the toilet.   

"Andrea?" 

"Aron ..." Andrea stopped her steps right on the threshold of the toilet hallway. "What are you doing here? Aren't you going to be scolded by the toilet keeper" he asked. 

Aron was standing in front of the hallway to the women's toilet. Andrea was worried that Aron would be yelled at as a perverted man. 

"I'm worried about you" replied Aron honestly. "That's why I'm waiting for you here. Who knows if you need help." 

"No." Andrea shook her head. "I still walk strong even though my body is very weak after vomiting." 

Aron looked at Andrea's face closely. At first glance, his wife looked pale and limp indeed. "You're sick? Come on, we're going to the nearest hospital." 

Andrea shook her head again as a rejection. "There is no need to go to the doctor. I'll just rest at home. It will heal for a long time, too," said Andrea relaxed. 

"You sure? But your face is very pale, Andrea," Aron persuaded. 

There was a debate between Aron and Andrea on the verge of the passageway. Aron insisted on taking Andrea to the hospital because his wife looked unwell. Andrea herself refused. He just needs to rest at home. 

"Don't force me, Aron," lamented Andrea long ago annoyed as well. "I'm just not feeling well. Not that I'm so sick, that I have to be taken to any hospital." 

"People who come to the hospital because they want to seek treatment. It doesn't matter if you're seriously ill or not" Aron replied. 

Andrea looked at Aron. "I just want to go home." The woman asserted. Before he and Aron would fight in public, Andrea chose to leave Aron there. 

*** 

"What about your stomach? Still feeling nauseous?" ask Aron for attention. He put a cup of tea on the nightstand. 

"My stomach is fine. It just feels like it's being stirred up from the inside." Andrea shook her neck. "Now my body feels very weak," complained Andrea. 

Aron suddenly moved his seat near Andrea. Next to Aron's hand is straightened to touch Andrea's forehead. Aron muttered, "Warm lumayan ..." 

Andrea was silent when Aron checked. 

"I'll call the doctor, okay? You need to be checked by an expert. Don't just make your own diagnosis if you catch a cold" Aron said. 

"You, out. I want to rest" Andrea flicked her hand into the air. 

"Why should I leave my own room?" Aron raised his eyebrows. He then crawled up onto the bed, lay down next to Andrea, and hugged the woman. 

"Aron, what are you doing!" amuk Andrea, he tried to rebel. 

"Hugging you" whispered Aron. 

"Let go!" 

"No way." Aron is closing his body to Andrea. "Usually, a sick person needs to be spoiled by his partner. That's why I want to hug you all day ..." 

Andrea nudged Aron's arm. "But I don't want to be spoiled by you! Aron, release!" 

Aron did not listen to Andrea's nagging at all. The man seemed to have caught both his ears. Keep hugging Andrea, even though the woman wants to let go. 

Andrea was tired too. He lets Aron hug himself in bed. Andrea felt drowsiness, her eyes felt heavy for her to open wider. 

"You sleeping?" aron whispered in Andrea's ear. 

"A little more," Andrea replied with her eyes closed. 

Aron kissed Andrea's head. "Good night" said Aron, pulling his head away from Andrea's face. 

*** 

Andrea woke up in the middle of the night. Slowly he released Aron's hands on his stomach. Carefully the woman got out of bed, about to go out of the room. 

"Suddenly I want to eat noodles soup," said Andrea tied her hair up. "I hope in the kitchen there is the rest of the stock instant noodles," he murmured. 

Bak found a treasure, Andrea was happy not to play when he found a piece of stock leftover instant noodles in the kitchen cabinet. 

"As a complement, I need chili and vegetables." Andrea took the two ingredients out of her refrigerator. 

Andrea's saliva was almost dripping, just from imagining her noodles had matured. Somehow Andrea really wanted to eat instant noodles when she woke up earlier. 

Andrea put an empty bowl on the kitchen table. He poured all the instant noodle seasoning into it. 

As her noodles were about to mature, someone was peeking in the doorway. Both of the man's hands folded, then shook his head. 

"You're stubborn, indeed" said Aron. 

"Aron? Why are you here?" ask Andrea. 

"I was looking for my wife who suddenly ran away" replied Aron. 

"Who's running away? I'm hungry! I want to eat instant noodles. That's why I made it," Andrea said.