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Hormones of pregnant women

With a lazy step Zahira returned to the bed. He rearranged the two bolsters in the middle of their bed again and went straight to sleep. Adam was made into a cengo.

"Why is Zahira so weird?" Adam muttered looking at Zahira who had entered into the dreamland.

His hand was eager to stroke his wife's hair but he said he was afraid that Zahira would wake up and return nauseous. Adam could only resign if he had to sleep tonight without hugging Zahira. Huft...

"Good night, my wife." Whisper Adam and close his eyes.

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After the morning prayers Zahira helped her mother-in-law make breakfast. Despite being strictly forbidden by Mother, Zahira still stubbornly wants to help herself cook. But Zahira only does light work, such as peeling onions and other spices and also washing rice. The rest is all done by the mother-in-law.

"You better go back to my room, son, let me do it yourself." Say Mom while sauteing seasoning for fried rice.

"No ma'am, I'm just here waiting for you to cook." Reply Zahira who sat on the chair while sipping warm tea that he just made.

"You'll be looking for your handsome husband again." Said Mother glancing at a glance.

"Mas Adam knew I was in the kitchen." Answer Zahira.

"Yes, it's up to you." I'm not forcing anymore.

Adam woke up earlier than Zahira. Actually last night Adam couldn't sleep well. The left side tilts to the right to find the right sleeping position, but still there is no good position other than hugging Zahira. Even though the eyes are sleepy.

Adam's been a mess of his own since last night. Many times he opened his eyes and turned towards the wife who was sleeping very soundly without feeling disturbed by his movements. Adam was frustrated himself, willing to sleep but could not sleep when tomorrow he had to work.

"Later in the afternoon what fish you want, son?" Ask Mom who has finished making fried rice to cook another.

"Fish gurame aja ma'am, in fried crisp ya, hmm. must be really good." Zahira answered while imagining the creny of the fish meat.

Mom smiled funny. "Well, I'll buy her fish at the local vegetable merchant." Her speech.

"Here ma'am, let me take the fried rice to the big bowl." Zahira took over.

Zahira stood up and picked up the glass bowl in the cupboard for the fried rice container. She also shifted her body a little. Zahira also tasted the fried rice made by the mother.

"Enak Ma'am." Zahira said as she put two mouthfuls of a spoon into her mouth.

Mother's shaking head. "Duh. bumil-bumil, still early in the morning blind and already hungry." Canda the Mother.

"Hehe. yes Ma'am, the inn wants to eat mulu." Kekeh Zahira's.

Adam came out of the room to do his exercise routine in the morning. Before exercising in front, Adam went to the kitchen first to drink water. Mom and Zahira who were joking together turned their heads towards Adam.

"You want some sport, son?" Ask Mom just for a little chat.

Adam nodded as he gulped down his white water in the glass, he also stared at the wife.

"Mother's son is getting more handsome if every day is always a regular exercise." Mom's claws with a smile, Zahira also smiled.

"Yes Ma'am, maintaining health is also very important, especially so that Adam's body shape is increasingly sixpack." Adam said and put the glass on the table.

"Adam ahead first." Further.

A few seconds later Zahira made a sound.

"Mom, I'm going ahead too. Look at Adam's sports." Pamit Zahira to her mother-in-law.

"You guys are a really weird couple." Mum muttered while shaking after Zahira passed.

Zahira sat on the porch seat watching her handsome husband exercising. He smiled to himself as Adam was doing push-ups. Zahira also imagined if he sat cross-legged on Adam's burly back when the man moved his body during push-ups.

Then Adam turned into a sit up movement. Again Zahira was fascinated to see Adam who was so shrewd in his sit-up movement.

"Duh.my husband. Why the more handsome days if again sports like that." Zahira looked at Adam with admiration.

Half an hour later Adam finished his sport. He walked closer to Zahira. Adam also tried to sit next to his wife while wiping the sweat around her face.

"Here you go, I'll help you sweat." Zahira took over the small towel that Adam was holding and wiped the sweat on his forehead and also on his neck.

Adam feels strange about Zahira's change, last night when he hugged Zahira nausea but now it's the opposite.

"Aren't you nauseous when you're close?" Ask Adam.

"No.." Zahira answered with a head.

"But last night, why did you get nauseous when you hugged you?" Ask Adam again.

"Yes, how do I know." Zahira answered lightly.

How did Zahira know? While the first time this she experienced a period of pregnancy which could directly change the psychological in her. Sometimes it can be angry, indifferent, do not want to be near the husband but now even stick by itself.

Adam took his breath. "Yes, now let's go to the room. Take a shower please prepare your work clothes." Adam pulls Zahira's hand into the room.

Zahira took Adam's work clothes in the closet and put them on the bed. Ten minutes later Adam was out of the bathroom with his wet hair. The smell of soap and shampoo is in Zahira's sense of smell.

Instantly Zahira hugged Adam's body without caring about the rest of the water that was still attached to the body of the husband.

"Yank.. off first, Mas's body is still wet later your clothes are also wet." Adam released both of Zahira's hands that were coiled around his waist.

"Don't wait, stingy really but just want to hug." Zahira's protest, blotting her lips.

"It's not stingy, but Mas's body is wet. Dry it with a towel. After that you can be satisfied." Adam said softly.

It turns out that facing pregnant women must be extra patient, otherwise Zahira will be angry again to him.

"Yes already." Zahira let go of his embrace.

Adam immediately dried his body with a towel and put on work clothes that Zahira had chosen.

"Already, now you can hug Mas's body." Adam spread out his hands.

Zahira happily obeyed Adam. She breathed deeply into the scent of her husband's body. Adam gently stroked Zahira's hair every now and then he kissed too.

"It's over!" Said Zahira later. Just a few seconds he hugged the athletic body that made Adam amazed.

"Why just a minute?" Ask Adam.

Zahira nodded. "Yes, my stomach is hungry. Want to eat." He answered with a sweet smile.

"Oh. So Papa's son is hungry.." Adam bowed his head in Zahira's stomach.

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