Married Old Virgin Boss
59. End of Debate

“I will put the eavesdropper on his phone, so as long as the hape is not in lowbat condition, we can hear what he is talking about later.” As Dion said when he came to the restaurant during the day to fulfill the task given by his sister.

Dea has absolutely no intention of notifying Ben of her original pregnancy after what happened this morning. Before finding out the results of the investigation conducted by Dion, she intends to never be honest with her husband.

Dea intends to continue the act of silence and not care until Ben who will start talking to her. However, the man seemed to have absolutely no interest in talking to Dea.

Several times, Dea deliberately presents herself at the doorstep with reasons to assess the work of her employees. However, his main goal is the chat from Ben. Most minimal questions, ‘Why here, De?’

However, there is no.

Her husband then escorted the order, even looking like he was unaware of Dea's whereabouts. Even though his wife had already clenched her feet violently on the floor to show annoyance, Ben still casually passed her and delivered the order to the consumer table.

Dea snorted amusedly, and immediately returned to the room after that. He had no intention of talking until any time as long as Ben did not start the conversation, but tonight, Dea who had just started the car was suddenly filled with an uncomfortable and odd feeling.

It is very difficult to drive a car home. The woman could only grasp the steering wheel weakly, without having the power to step on the gas.

Until, the knock on the window made the woman turn her head. He found Ben as the culprit.

“You're not papa, De?” ben asked, with anxious gurat on his face.

Dea turned her face forward, as a sign that she was not doing well right now. He did not have the courage to say that, instead uttering another sentence.

“Relieve here!” dea said firmly. “You brought a car. I'm males.”

Ben nodded once, then rotated the car to arrive at the steering wheel. While Dea just moved the sitting position to the side.

Ben's car started driving easily, sliding out of the restaurant area. The atmosphere in the room was so quiet and cold. Dea only occasionally glanced at her husband to find out if Ben was willing to open the topic of conversation or not. The answer is the second option.

Ben was never interested in raising his voice, even just glancing at Dea was not. This increases the anger in the woman so that she turns her face toward the window.

“You why not rest at home?” asked Ben, who when Dea turned to him, the man remained focused on his duties without glancing briefly at the wife. “Not women who miscarry should rest first, yes?”

Dea snorted roughly. “Nevent so.” Only those two words could Dea spit out in a sullen tone. He has absolutely no interest in telling the whereabouts of their baby-to-be in his stomach.

“Why change plans again?” Now, Ben retorted in an irritated tone, which provoked Dea's anger even more inwardly.

However, the woman tried to put up with the roar of hunting breath.

“You really like to see your parents are disappointed heavily later, if you delay the news of the miscarriage? Mumpung they have not been more affectionate with children who do not exist yet, De. Make the news now.” Ben rubbed his hair violently to show how frustrated he was now. “You really can't appreciate a little person, De?”

“Do not claim that you yourself can not understand people!”

“Ngerti kayak how else, De? You pretended to get me out of the company, I did. What else I don't know, huh? Which part again?”

Ben quickly raised his voice intonation higher, so Dea had to corner his seat docked to the window to avoid the man's tantrums.

Dea's breath was paused for a moment, due to shock by the man's way of talking.

Dea clenched her hands tightly over her lap, and tightened her lips so tightly that her eyes began to heat up with the salty liquid that was ready to fall.

...*

...

Dea moved restlessly in bed after she lay down an hour ago. Various types of sleeping positions, absolutely nothing managed to calm him down. Sideways, prone, recumbent, curled up, even occasionally letting his head fall to the floor, while his feet remained on the bed. However, no one managed to snatch away his consciousness.

The woman remained difficult to close her eyes for more than five minutes.

Dea changed her position to sit with her back slightly bent. Glancing at Ben who had been sleeping soundly comfortably, he felt envious.

Envy the calm the man felt, while Dea was really agitated after Ben snapped in the car earlier.

Envy at the blanket hugging the man's body, making Dea secretly want to replace the duty of the blanket.

Envy and envy on a bolster pillow that Ben hugged cordially, with the man's lips touching the tip of the bolster.

Just a bolster pillow that was not even lifeless, but for some reason, Dea felt extremely fed up. Hate it! The anger he had endured since last night, as well as earlier in the car, and the current mix of jealousy, quickly overflowed until it was hard to control.

Dea could not think clearly, and instantly pulled the pillow that her husband embraced cordially. He is controlled by anger, directly occupying the pillow, and intends to throw various types of blows with maximum strength to vent all feelings of annoyance, anger, and jealousy. However, a voice managed to stop the movement of Dea's fist.

“Males,” Dea replied indifferently. He renounces his intention to beat up the bolster, in order to avoid the crazy accusations from Ben. Instead, he got rid of the actor by throwing him on the floor.

“De.” Ben did not hesitate to rebuke. Because, his comfortable sleep was disturbed because the bolster was seized, but his wife instead threw the object. “Siniin if you don't want to use.”

Ben was just about to get out of bed to pick up the pillow bolster, but Dea quickly pulled himself up and pushed back down to lie down on the bed.

“Beg0!” maki Dea with a cold tone, which immediately made Ben frown in surprise.

Ben had just wanted to ask for more explanation about the mockery for no reason, but Dea had already raised one hand, taking her place and position next to Ben, instead, then pull the hand out to perch on his stomach. The woman looked up, glancing at her husband's face with a cynical look.

“Udah has a wife, instead choose guling.”

Ben snorts amusedly. He folded his lips in order to hide his smile. The man stepped in, as well as fixing his position to comfortably sideways hugged Dea.

The same thing is done Dea, so as not to make Ben's arm as a pillow for the comfort of the man in front of him.

Ben pulled the blanket over and covered almost their entire body except the neck upwards. Encouraged by the warm feeling, he briefly peeked at the top of Dea's head before returning to his cool to continue sleeping.

Dea herself finally found the comfort she was looking for. It took only a few minutes, she had already entered dreamland with her husband.

...*...

Early in the morning, Dea was awakened by the turmoil in her stomach. He does not have time to adjust the light that enters the eye or just gather all his consciousness. Straight down from the bed, running towards the bathroom was about to throw something that asked out of his body.

However, as he turned the knob and pushed it, the door there was not open at all. Dea impatiently hit the door with her fist.

“But, De, again mand—“

Ben's remarks could not be completed perfectly because Dea once again hit the door leaf so hard. Not just once, but keep repeating until Ben opens the door immediately.

The man had intended to take out a little bit of his head to ask Dea's intent, but he had already been pushed along the door until he lost control of the body. Almost fell if Ben didn't hold on to the wall.

“De ...” Ben called, asking what the woman meant. However, he was unable to put forward a long sentence after seeing how Dea was so preoccupied with his vomit in the closet.

Ben was instantly filled with feelings of worry. He crouched down beside Dea to find out.

“De—“

Dea vomits when Ben tries to ask what is wrong with his wife. Ben was immediately disinclined, and helped to tidy Dea's hair so as not to interfere with the woman's activities. Because there was no hair tie here, he faithfully grasped it, while giving a gentle massage on Dea's neck.

His wife began to calm down with a heavy sigh. Ben helps give water to Dea wash the face to make it a little fresher.

However, the woman was even more limp as if her energy and soul had just been released along with the vomit.

“How are you feeling now, De?” ask Ben, worry. He took a towel to wipe Dea's sweaty face on his forehead. “You want me kerokin, De?”

A small punch, immediately landed on his arm. Ben hissed in shock.

“Why, De?” asked Ben in confusion. “Never dredged, huh? That's the most powerful way to get rid of colds, so don't be nauseous again. Or am I buying sasetan jamu outside? Let's make it more fun.”

“Nearly, Ben.” Dea replied with a lazy tone. He stood up with a little bit of tadpole due to the effects of drowsiness. Luckily, Ben was so quick to stand up and help lead the wife out of the bathroom.

However, not yet on the bed, Dea had already braked her steps and turned 180 degrees. He glanced at Ben first, then lowered his gaze to the waist of the husband.

“Minimal use a towel, Ben. If someone suddenly enters the room continue to see your trunk, how?”

Ben was briefly startled at the beginning, but then he folded his lips inwardly holding an amused smile.

“Yes, emergency condition, De.” Ben reasoned. “Yes, I want to continue to shower.”

However, Dea immediately restrained Ben's hand so that the man could not comply with his intentions.

“Before that, responsibility first,” Dea said as he took a step forward until their fingertips met. He tiptoed, and wrapped his arms around Ben's neck, before tilting his head to give the meeting room their lips.