Yufa

It had been two weeks since the event. Since the night I was 'drugged'. Papa immediately took care of things. They arrested the waiter who delivered the drinks, the same night I was taken to the hospital. It was easy to find him since Rucio remembered his face very well. Of course, the man plead for innocence but Papa was determined to convict him. The police interrogated him but the man kept saying he did nothing wrong. Surprisingly, after being held within the bars, he bailed out of jail. Since then, no one has ever located him.

It was odd, isn't it? The event, the drug thing and the waiter. Why would someone put drugs on my drink? Did someone planned on abducting me? There were plenty of questions running on my head and they seemed pounding inside my skull.

I'm not feeling well for days now. Eveytime I woke up, I felt dizzy. My heart palpitates too, as if I'm nervous about something I don't know. I don't like eating too, it makes me sick and weak. Sometimes, I would stay on the bed longer than the usual because I felt like my body is too heavy. What's more odd is I felt more sensitive too. I easily get irritated. It's like I hate everything around me.

What's happening to me?

It took me another hour to get up and get dressed. I still felt sick getting up but there are things that needs my attention too. Maybe Martha know about a remedy or two to avoid feeling sick in the morning. I can't be like this forever. How am I going to fulfill the duty of being a wife if I'm weak as a hatchling?

The house is awfully quite. Martha had finished all her task and the other maids had gone to rests. What time is it anyway?

I headed towards the kitchen, desperate for something to eat, or drink. Anything. My stomach is empty since last night. I wanted to eat dinner but at the sight of the food, my stomach lurched and that revolting feeling made me want to throw up. And now, I wanted to eat but I'm afraid I'll be feeling the same way as the night before.

As I neared the kitchen, I heard a faint sound of laughter coming from the inside. Maybe the maids are gathered in there that's why the other parts of the house are deserted. I peeked through the door and found Martha having a good time with someone. Someone we both know very well.

"Arriane!" Both of them turned towards me. Martha motioned me to come closer.

"Hello, little sister!" Arriane smiled.

Their family had the most peculiar eye colors. While Nathan and his father share the same eye color and Ali had green; Arriane here had hazel eyes. Of course, growing in China, I was surrounded by people who had the same eye color; black. So seeing these colors made me admire and almost lost in their stares. It makes me wonder why we, east and southeast asians had only black as an eye color.

Arriane had hair as black as the night. Her freckles are like stars in the night. She hated it but I love them. She kissed both of my cheeks before she stared at me, a frown started creasing on her forehead.

"What happened to you?" She asked.

"Oh! I'm feeling sick, I guess." I'm really sick.

"Are you okay?" Worry etched on her face.

I nodded at her but the truth is I'm starting to feel really sick. All around me smells awful. I know Martha keeps our kitchen nice and tidy, spotless and shining. But why does it smell so bad? Is it from what she is cooking? What is she cooking anyway?

"I can manage." I smiled, reassuring her. "How is Dexter and little Troy? Where are they?" I'm referring to her husband and her son. She had a lovely family. They came from an arranged marriage too. The only difference is that Arriane and Dexter were already engaged before they knew they were arranged to marry each other, which happened short after. Now, they had a 4 year old son, living life to the fullest.

"Oh! They were at the Mansions now. They are giving me a very hard time. You know, two boys, same level of trouble equals headache." She rolled her eyes but they still hold a great love and affection for her family. She is having a hard time but I can't see it in her face. She is still beautiful, full of life and love.

"Is Nathan giving you a hard time? You look pale. Tell me if he is being mean to you and I will give his balls a good kick."

Both me and Martha laughed at her. I don't know if she's being mean or funny, she looks serious but her eyes were full of mischief. But my laughter eventually died because I'm really having a hard time with Nathan.

"Don't worry Arriane, we're doing fine." I shot Martha a knowing look. I don't want anyone in both our families to know what is going on between us.

Martha is still cooking, while both of us continued with our little catching up. I learned that Arriane and her little family is going to stay in the Mansions for the summer since they are doing rennovations in their house in Cordoba. Which means, she could visit me whenever she's free.

Martha starts preparing the table. Arriane and I find our most comfortable seat facing each other, still talking about our lives. Martha was done cooking and now serving us her masterpiece. It was Adobo. A popular Filipino dish served with rice and side dishes. My mama was a half Filipino-Chinese so she often cooks this dish back in China.

The overwhelming aroma of garlic and soy sauce used to drive my appetite into frenzy of hunger and excitement. But now, it made my stomach turned upside down. I felt really sick now. Why is this happening to me now? I tried fighting back the sickness. I tried inhaling and exhaling but the scent only makes me feel dizzy.

Sweat starts to bead on my forehead and before I knew it, everything on my stomach twisted and pushed it's way upwards. I quickly run for the kitchen sink and emptied my stomach. I heard Martha and Arriane rushed to my side. A hand rubbed my back, soothing me as I continue emptying my stomach. Moments later, I felt my insides relax. My stomach had just untangled from knots. I washed my mouth and faced both worried woman on my back. Martha rushed into the cabinets and rummaged into them while Arriane remained. She was looking ate like there was someting running in her mind and was dying to tell me right now.

"Yufa, are you pregnant?"

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A/n

This is what I felt when I was pregnant. It nearly drived me nuts.

Sorry for grammatical errors.

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----Maiah