Billionaire's Secret Son-in-law
The Attitude of Care Abraham

...The attention of a husband will always be the cure for a wife's tiredness. ...

...~Aufa Falisha...

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Aufa stared at the two feet that were put into a large tub filled with warm water. The woman saw how her husband was taking care of her.

With Abraham's own hands. He put Aufa's foot into the tub. Water it with warm water and clean it.

"Udah, Honey. Hitherto. Come on you stand up!" Pinta Aufa felt bad.

How could she sit on top and her husband down. Especially near his two feet.

"No need, honey. I'm here, " said Abraham.

Aufa can't do anything. She could only sigh heavily and try to reconcile with her husband's stubbornness.

"But, Mas… "

"There's no buts. Look at this leg of yours. Swollen right? It's swollen because you're pregnant and it's a sign that I'm also taking part because of this!"

"Can't you?" Aufa asked who was astonished by her husband's words.

"Well, you're pregnant because of me, honey? You can't get pregnant on your own. You should have me hamili just got pregnant!"

"Darling!" Aufa said in surprise and pinched Abraham's hand until he complained.

"It hurts, baby!" Whimper Abraham with his voice.

"Belvin. You why the hell. So sweet!"

Mama Aufa and her Papa were just head bobbles. Almeera and Bara too. Both of them were completely unaware of Abraham's behavior was very similar to his.

"The real Bara. It's not wrong, it's just too!" Cibir Reno who made Bara roll his eyes lazy.

"If you say less, Ren. You should have added gih!"

Reno throws the ballpoint pen in his pocket and is thrown towards Bara.

"Enak said add. You think the remaining kitten is more mulu!" Cibir Reno who managed to make Bara laugh.

Aufa's head nodded. "Great boy, honey. It feels like my legs do not hurt anymore even though the swelling has not deflated as before.

Abraham nodded. In his heart he felt calm and relieved. He felt happy when his wife always accompanied him in times of difficulty or pleasure.

" Take your wife to the room, Abra. Let Aufa rest!" Pinta Almeera to her son.

"Yes, Mom!" Abraham nodded. "Come, Honey!"

Aufa. He slowly helped up and got out of the place where he had soaked his feet. Abraham was not disgusted. He even rubbed Aufa's legs and also occasionally handled them when he sat down.

"Aufa to the room first yes, Ma," Pamit Aufa then kissed his parents' hands.

Finally, Aufa and Abraham walked together. They walked up to the stairs where Abraham's room was.

"So this. "Pause Aufa who wants to know the explanation of this house.

"Yes, Honey. This is my childhood home. A house with many unrecorded memories."

Aufa turned his head. She followed in her husband's footsteps as well. Eventually, the two began to enter a room with Abraham's name in front of him.

"Welcome to my past room, dear. May you be at home?"

Aufa nodded. He walked slowly and sat on the bed.

"Still sick?" Abraham asked after his wife.

He slowly lowered both his bodies. Massaging Aufa's legs slowly.

"Little, dear," replied Aufa quietly.

Abraham nodded. He moved his fingers and began massaging his wife's legs.

"Brazil… "

"Don't say anything, honey," Pinta Abraham massaged Aufa's leg, "it's my responsibility. I'll get in the way of all of you.

~Connected