Becoming Like My Mother
CHAPTER 89

Fahmi steps into the company where he works, some people focus his attention on the good looks of Fahmi. Actually, many people crave it.

But they can't get close to Fahmi, they know how their boss's daughter feels. Of course they would rather retreat than challenge the princess.

Today they were so surprised, seeing the woman who was holding Fahmi's arm. Almost every man looked at the woman.

How not, when other women try to look beautiful with a seductive dress but still the limit of fairness. The woman appeared so closed.

The polish on his face was simple but soothing to anyone who looked at him. Seeing all the men staring in admiration of his wife, Fahmi further tightened their grip.

Luna who had been waiting for Fahmi's arrival was so happy to find Fahmi who was in front of him. But at once he was furious to see Melati who was smiling sweetly at him.

Although Melati was being friendly like that, but somehow in her view the meaning of the smile was more inclined towards mocking. He was throwing his face away at that moment.

"Dear look, he is Mr. Harry Yovindra. Top Mas here-" said Fahmi told but cut off by the words Melati.

"And next to him was his daughter. That woman is crazy about you, right?" Angry Melati but still showing a very friendly face.

Every employee who has a partner is allowed to attend this event.

"L-yes, baby." Fahmi replied stammered, "Well let me introduce you to him." Continue to invite Melati to approach the superior.

"Hallo Sir.." Sapa Fahmi friendly.

Mr. Yovindra smiled and nodded.

"This is my wife, her name is Melati. Jasmine this is my boss, Mr. Yovindra his name." Fahmi introduced his wife. The designated jasmine smiled and nodded. Cupping both hands in front of the chest.

"That you're good at picking a wife turns out to be Fahmi, your taste is really good." Praise Mr. Yovindra.

"Thank you, sir."

Again Mr. Yovindra nodded, "Oh please enjoy the party, I have to meet the others."

"Okay sir, please." Fahmi gave way to his master.

While Jasmine occasionally he noticed the face of Luna who never looked at him. She just smiled cynically, and never let go of her husband's grasp.

Before long, Angga climbed onto the podium and asked for the attention of all those present. He asked everyone to dance with his partner.

Fahmi certainly did not follow this, because his wife would not allow him to bend his body in front of many people. After all he also saw it as if, his wife was not feeling well.

Seeing such bright lights and music that echoed indistinctly in Jasmine's ears made her dizzy. Moreover, there were also many drinks that were so foreign in his nose. Suddenly he felt the stomach stirring so great. She held her husband's hand.

"Mas.a-I," he said. Fahmi who saw so panicked, without waiting long he took his wife to the toilet. He could see the face of his wife who wanted to vomit.

"Hoekk.., hoeekk..," Without disgust, Fahmi rubs his wife's nape and sneaks her softly.

Five minutes later, Melati was already feeling light. He looked at Mas Fahmi's face and hugged her.

"Darling, we go home. I don't want to see you like this." He hugged his wife's body tightly.

"But what about the party?"

"You're more important than anything, Mel, after all, I've been to parties like this a lot. You don't have to worry. Just listen to me, yeah."

"All right, I'll come with you." Pasrah Jasmine.

Fahmi leads his wife out of the party. On the way to the parking lot, his phone rang but he ignored it. The most important thing right now is his wife. Bodo time with others.

He opened the door for his wife, "Honey be careful." He said to hold the wife's head so as not to be hit by the door. Turn around the car and sit in the steering wheel.

It didn't take long for them to get home. Fahmi takes on his wife who looks weak and helpless.

"Darling you fell asleep first well, let me make a warm ginger drink. So that your stomach won't be too nauseous." He laid Melati on the bed.

"Yes, sorry to bother you." Melati is guilty.

"It's okay, baby, okay, yeah." He spoke softly and kissed the head of the wife.

Before long Melati lay down, came her husband with a cup of warm ginger tea. He sat down on the wall of the bed.

"Sum up baby, slow down." While leading his wife to drink, Fahmi gently stroked his wife's flat stomach. Makes Melati so calm.

"Thank you for the love." Jasmine.

Fahmi nodded and placed the glass on the nightstand. When he was busy taking care of his wife, the phone in his pocket rang again. Apparently superior.

"Where are you?" Mr. Yovindra immediately asked the question once he knew his call was raised.

"Sorry sir, I'm at home. My wife is suddenly not feeling well." Answer Fahmi honestly.

"But my wife's master..." Seeing wife. Melati who was stared at like that immediately smiled, and rubbed her husband's hand.

"Go away." Smiling at.

Fahmi let out a long breath, "Okay sir, I'll be there soon."

"Well hurry, I'll wait."

Tout, phone line disconnected.

"Darling you're really okay? You're sick, baby."

"I'm fine, I'm not alone here anyway. There's Bi Marni and the kids." Melati assured her husband.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, it's okay."

"Well I go, yeah, if there's anything quick, let me know."

"Yes my husband is handsome."

Cup. Fahmi lands a kiss on his wife's forehead and passes from the room.

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Luna approached Fahmi so she knew Fahmi was alone. He did not know, that Fahmi had gone home earlier to take his wife.

"Your own mother? Where's your wife?" Ask Luna.

"He's at home. Not feeling well." Answer Fahmi briefly.

A smile rose on Luna's face, "Ouh so well."

"Dear!" Yovindra cried to Fahmi.

"I'm sorry miss," Fahmi told Luna and approached her boss.

"It's interesting, well I have to do this one more time. Until whenever I can't just let you go." His mutter smiled cunningly looking at Fahmi who was chatting with some important people.

Luna went towards the consumption room. He prepared something for someone. The woman looked around, apparently deserted. He quietly took something in his bag and poured something into the drink he had made.

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His heart has crawled to reach for your love, his choice you will either keep holding my imperfect hand or stretch out your hand for him and make your life perfect.

Aisha

Above ****** there are still ******.

Jams

Deg, why does it hurt so much. Aren't I used to it

it says like that.

Yoga

Please give me a chance, don't drive me crazy with this farewell

Ikfis

I accept you for who Aish is.

Perfection is not to be sought,

But what we have is what we should be grateful for.

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