Wedding of the Eldest Princess and the Bungsu Son
Worry

Gala went straight to her room, where she saw Abel asleep. She was very sick, so Gala understood that today Abel could not take care of her as usual.

After finishing the shower Gala sat on the mattress and lifted Abel's blanket, but it made Abel disturbed. "You're home, why don't you wake me up? I make tea or coffee, don't worry."

Abel tried to get up but Gala held him back and hugged him. "No need, I ate at the office. Still sore? Do we go to the doctor?"

Abel shakes. "No, tomorrow will be healed. My stomach just hurts, I want PMS. It hurts."

"ill? Why didn't I just call, you know that I can go home," Gala said.

"I don't want to disturb you, besides you're working together in college too. So I ask for help Mother here, keep me in a new swab just meningan. " Abel looked at Gala and assured her that she was fine.

Gala kissed his wife's lips, but she was still worried. He could at least see Abel was sick. His hand was moved to take the bottle of wind oil. After that he revealed his wife's shirt and rubbed her stomach.

"Stomach don't hurt anymore yes, as long as my wife is in pain" Gala said softly.

Abel smiled, whatever the pain Gala always said so and it was very anxious according to Abel. Abel became anxious and kissed her husband's cheek. "It's still sore, it's so naughty in her stomach."

"Prophey yes, hold it. Did you take your medicine?" Ask Gala without stopping her activities.

"Udah, I ate a little. But said the mother gapapa, the important thing can take medicine. Don't worry, I'm okay. Really," said Abel assured.

"If you don't get well tomorrow let me go to the office, will you?" Gala can't calm down because tomorrow Abel is still sick.

"No, I can handle everything. It's also because you rubbed his stomach, so it'll heal tomorrow. I don't want to until your work piles up later. It will be a weekend soon."

Gala kissed the niche of Abel's neck and momentarily inhaled his scent. "Cepet healed if so, eat a lot, vitamins are also drunk to maintain stamina, you like to eat late if I do not ingetin. From tomorrow I'll take his meal so I don't forget."

"I eat if I want, Gala. If I don't want to I won't eat, it can't be at those rich hours" Abel said softly.

"Yes, rich habits are wrong, honey. There must be a rule, from now on biasain huh? Slow down, a little gapapa, the important thing is the stomach," said Gala.

"You are rich, doctor." Abel pressed his lips.

Of course it was an opportunity according to Gala, he finally kissed his wife's lips many times. "Yes, I'm your personal doctor. So it has to be submissive, right? I tell you because I love you, I don't want you to do anything. I don't like seeing you get sick, rich in chicken bird flu. If I don't, I'll punish!"

"Law law, it can't be. His wife was rich, Gal. Kiss it" Abel said, chuckling.

"Yes I'm legal you kiss not stop want? Until I can't breathe, until I'm crazy about it later, want to?" Gala Tawar.

"It's brutal, yes, Doctor I'm upset." Abel hugged Gala tightly. He was very lucky to have a Gala of this kind of attention. Especially in the face of Abel's mood that lately is very bad.

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Gala watched Abel who was pairing his tie. He could do his morning job today but looked limp. His face also looks pale today. Especially since this morning he did not stop vomiting. And sure enough Abel suddenly felt nauseous again. "Start."

Abel ran to the sink and spewed out his stomach contents that felt sour.

Gala was more worried that this way, she approached Abel and gently rubbed his nape. Abel did not stop vomiting, he also lost his appetite. "Honey to go to the doctor? Let me give you a day's leave to the office."

Abel shook his head and finished his vomit and washed his mouth. For a moment he managed to catch his breath, his stomach ached a lot. "Akhhh, my stomach hurts a lot." Abel held her stomach and squeezed it slightly in the affected part.

"We went to the doctor, right? This is you are so bad he vomited from yesterday. Don't wait until it's bad, my job is my business later. I work for you, if you're sick there's no money. I beg you this time."

Abel simply nodded while enduring the pain on his stomach, it felt like menstruation but this was more painful. His head was dizzy, his throat was also dry from vomiting since dawn. Gala rushed to the room and took her car keys. But when he came back to see Abel, the girl had collapsed

"Abelll!!" Gala patted his wife on the cheek but there was no response. This time he didn't know what to do. Without further ado, she held Abel and took him to the hospital. That's the only way.

The girl was stubborn, now even Gala who was worried to see her condition like that. Gala put him in the back seat, after which he got into his position and drove the car to the hospital.

Every now and then he looked in the rearview mirror, making sure Abel was okay. After that, he thought about contacting his parents. However, he cannot be absent. Of course, he had to report to his father first as a form of responsibility.

"Hello, Paa. Gala can't go to the office today."

"Why, Gal?" Ask Ghani from across the street.

"Abel fainted, again on the way to the hospital," Gala replied.

"Tell papa which hospital? Let Papa and Mama catch up."

"Nasution."

"Okay, let me know if you know the condition."

"Well pa."

Gala closed her call and focused on driving. About 30 minutes later he got there. He swiftly carried his wife's body and laid her down in the gurney that some nurses had brought.

Before entering the ER, the nurse had asked Abel's last condition because the doctor came later and Gala explained it clearly.

It had been half an hour Gala waiting outside the ER, finally the sisters came out from there and met Gala.

"So how's my wife doing?" Ask Gala.

"For now Mother Abella we infuss first yes, Father. Because of dehydration and lack of many nutrients, for more details will be examined by a doctor after the patient is aware and can be referred to a specialist if there is a suspected disease."

"So my wife is unconscious?" Ask Gala.

"Yes, sir."

"May I go inside?"

"Sure, sir please."

"Thank you, Sus." Gala entered the emergency room and met Abel there. He saw that the girl was lying weakly on the bed with an infusion attached to her hand. It was the first time Abel had been taken to hospital.

Gala pulled the curtains and sat on the bed and stroked Abel's head. "Darling, wakeup. I'm worried about seeing you rich gini." Gala kissed his wife's hand gently.

Gala hoped that Abel would be fine, she also hoped that his wife would not have a serious illness. Abel once said he was always afraid to go to the hospital for fear of hearing a medical diagnosis. Hopefully nothing more serious happens.