Wife President's Deposits
Chapter 128
Deya's pregnancy this time was not so good because of fatigue so the Doctor advised her to do bedrest. Edward was also forbidden to raise her until the age of three months to make the man muring-muring all day.
"One month will feel so long."
A president director felt that time was so long and he felt it was not strong to hold back his wishes. A small smile rose on Deya's lips.
Deya extended her arm and gently slid into Edward's neck. "Not long be patient it's only three months.''
Deya begins to kiss her long ago, her lips locked by Edward for so long that they run out of breath.
Edward was a very busy man. All day in his office, having a banquet with the client and then going home at night. Especially when Papa Adam was not actively working in the company making Edward's time seized a lot in the office.
Mr. Lee brought food for her. Deya sat on the bed playing a child's game with Dafi. When he saw his servant he smiled.
"Mbak is so considerate and takes good care of me. Just like my dad."
"Young Lady don't praise me too much, I can be great why previously this was actually only a subordinate's duty. If you want to thank then thank Young Master. He's the one who's always paying attention to everything about you, even calling just to say what menu you should consume every day."
Deya opened her mouth in disbelief. Edward was very attentive to her.
"This is the chicken soup you made for you before you left for work."
Deya raised her eyebrows, reaching for the soup.
"Mother Dafi wants to eat" Pinta Dafi.
"Let the nanny feed her, Young Madam. You can't move much."
"I didn't move much still in bed" said Deya, who understood the protective nature of his servants. It was all on the orders of their Young Master.
"How are you doing today?" deya asked as she fed Dafi.
"Yes, I said that too."
"Does Mas, destroy the kitchen while cooking all this?" deya asked curiously. Usually there will be a furore when Edward plunges directly into the kitchen.
"The chef of this house helped him prepare all the ingredients." Mr. Lee paused for a moment his sentence. "In the beginning you forbid anyone to help him but his first cooking was so messed up that he re-cooked with the help of the chef."
"I can't imagine how the kitchen would be when it all happened." Deya smiled to herself.
"It's a pity that I woke up so bad I couldn't see it."
"Sir Edward loved Madam very much" said Mr. Lee
"I know."
"Actually the departure of the Madam had hit the weight of the psychiatric condition of the Master. He lived and did all his work, but he was lifeless. I'm so happy when you come back and bring joy again in Mr. Edward's life."
"Mrs, there's actually something I'd like to tell you from yesterday. However, I'm too afraid of making your pregnancy condition worse."
"Tell me Mr. Lee's."
"Actually Mrs Soraya had come to this house a week before the incident Madam fell ill."
"Is that a regular visit?" Mr. Lee nodded.
"Yes, but he had a chance to talk to one of the servants here. I don't know what they're talking about just that the waiter just nodded. Looks like Madame Soraya is ordering her man to peg this house. It could be more than that."
"I mean Mr. Lee what?" ask Deya.