Third Wife Paid Husband
Chapter 33
Anie wondered where Leah had gained confidence in just one night?
Don't think Anie doesn't know that Leah has looked tense these past few days. Leah knew of a fever after receiving a call from someone. Anie suspects that the caller is someone Leah is afraid of. But who is that guy? As far as Anie is concerned, Leah is only afraid of Aron. Even though Leah was trying hard to rebel against their husband, in fact Leah was still afraid of Aron.
"If the man was Aron, what did Aron say to Leah, until Leah was so tense? But ... Leah looks fine today. Is it just my feeling, huh? I've been too worried about Leah these past few days."
"Why is the food you're just stirring? Does the food not fit on your tongue? You can tell that to the chef, to make the chef a new meal for you." Leah suddenly made a sound. Reverse the reverie Anie.
"The food is good, really." Anie quickly realized. "Leah, I want to ask you. But ..." Anie rubbed the back of her neck.
"What's? No hesitation. Just say it, Anie." Leah stuffed the meat into her mouth.
"You look fine. Yesterday ...,"
"I'm much better now. Shouldn't you be happy that I'm not sick anymore?" Leah showed a haughty smile. "I've been much better. Now I'm ready to fight" said Leah ambiguously.
"Fight? What do you mean, Leah?" anie asked urgently, the woman was very curious how Leah could change in just a short time.
"You don't need to know, Anie." Leah took a sip of her water. "You just have to sit down, and watch me fight for both of us."
"Huh?" Anie.
***
Andrea's hand quickly turned the sink faucet. Andrea vomits almost every day when she wakes up in the morning. It is not uncommon for Aron to wake up because of Andrea's voice is quite loud.
"Andrea?" call Aron to pull his blanket.
The man then jumped out of bed, following the wife to the bathroom. Andrea left the door open, as she did not have time to close it due to the rush to vomit.
Aron stood behind Andrea, massaging the back of Andrea's neck as he had done lately when his wife was vomiting.
"Is it better, Andrea?" asked Aron looking at Andrea from the reflection of the mirror in front of her.
The man pulled a tissue, wiping the water on the corners of his wife's lips. Andrea pulled the tissue from her husband's hand. He wiped it himself, closed his eyes of restraint who wanted to vomit again.
"I made you some warm tea, will you, huh?" Aron offered Andrea. "I've made you something to make your stomach feel warm."
Andrea nodded. He wanted to eat food that would make his stomach calmer. Andrea began to get tired because the more days, Andrea more often vomiting. Not enough in the morning. Sometimes when Andrea accidentally saw the food, then the stomach like Andrea stirred. As a result, Andrea could not help but vomit.
Andrea's body was very class as her energy had been drained after spewing out her entrails. Both of Andrea's legs couldn't even stand for longer.
"I can walk on my own. You can go to the kitchen to make me some hot tea" Andrea said, driving Aron out of the bathroom.
"I'll help you lay down first." Aron will take Andrea's hand, but she still refuses. "You could have passed out, Andrea. Come on, I just want to help you" said Aron.
"No. I can—"
Before Andrea finished speaking, her body was completely shaken. Luckily, Aron was quick to reach for his wife.
"Andrea .. open your eyes. Andrea's? You heard my voice, right?!" aron panicked and died.
***
"I know less exactly. But the more days, my wife is vomiting more and more. What's more when I wake up, my wife will throw up until she's limp."
Aron explained Andrea's health condition which he felt decreased. Aron is worried that Andrea is sick with something severe, or even difficult to cure.
"What about your wife's appetite, Mr Aron?" ask the doctor again.
"Not really, doc," replied Aron. "It is precisely after Andrea often vomited without cause, her appetite also decreased. Only certain foods Andrea wants to eat. Like for example, instant noodles. If he could eat instant noodles every day, Andrea would definitely eat noodles continuously. But I always forbid Andrea."
"Mm" murmured the doctor of mangosteen. "Seeing from the condition of Mr. Aron's wife, as well as the symptoms experienced by Ms. Andrea, it seems you don't need to worry."
"You mean, doc?" asked Aron confused.
"Possibly, your wife is holding. Because of the symptoms, as well as the signs that Ms. Andrea experienced, Ms. Andrea could have been pregnant ..."
"Pregnant?" Aron freezes.
"It's still a possibility." The doctor then added, "In order to make sure once again, you better take Ms. Diandra to the gynecologist, sir," the doctor advised.
Aron was glued to his place. Either he has to be happy or worried if Andrea is really holding her flesh and blood. No, Aron of course happy—because in the end he got a descendant from one of his wives.
"This is a vitamin that I want to take, Mr. Andrea, sir," said the doctor. "Please pay attention to the food and drinks your wife consumes, yes. Don't forget to take Miss Andrea to the hospital to check the contents."
***
Andrea woke up with a fresher body. He rolled his eyes around the room. At that time Andrea found Aron sitting leaning on the head of the bed.
"Goodoo. You're awake" said Aron. "How's your sleep, Andrea? You're much better now?" tanyakanya.
"Mm, that's fine." Andrea nodded her head. "What's wrong with your face? Why look at me like that?" asked Andrea astonished.
"There's something I want to tell you, Andrea," he said. "I hope you won't be surprised after hearing that." Andrea opened both her ears wide. "You ... pregnant."
Andrea widened her eyes when she heard Aron's statement. Andrea was in a daze, but after that Andrea looked brightah, breathing a sigh of relief with both corners of the lips drawn upwards.
"You're serious, Aron? How do you know I'm pregnant?" Andrea wanted to laugh, the day finally came. Andrea is pregnant, and she can escape from Aron.
"So I called the doctor to check on you." Aron looked at Andrea. "But to ascertain whether you are pregnant or not, I must take you to the obstetrician ..."
"alright. I'm willing. When are we going there?" asked Andrea enthusiastically.
Aron had already guessed what Andrea's reaction would be like. This time the guess was right. Andrea was excited to hear the possibility that she was pregnant.
"You're so happy apparently?" grunts Aron. "Because of my flesh-blood pregnancy?" teasing Aron, makes Andrea snort.
"No, don't be so confident! I'm happy, because my mission will finally be over!" exclaim Andrea.