Because of the arranged marriage

Asinan Vs Martabak

"I know, you want something, just say it baby, what do you want to eat? I'll make it later" Adnan asked again.

But Alisha remained silent.

"You want to buy?" what question is this? Duh, at midnight like this, where do you want to buy food? Honestly this time Adnan regretted his own question. He only prayed that Alisha would not want to buy something, let alone something that is very impossible at night.

But the worry really happened.

"I want to eat pickled food, but buy it" replied Alisha.

Adnan regretted his own question, promising that next time he would never ask again.

Adnan breathed a long breath, "In the middle of the night, is there anyone selling pickles huh? What about tomorrow, dear?" ask Adnan.

"OK tomorrow, but I don't want to apologize for you and a month's service holiday full," said Alisha as well as the toughest threat to Adnan.

"Well, don't dong. Okay I'll find, so hopefully there's still a pickle seller gini night," inevitably Adnan also relented, rather than not getting service for a whole month, either, which will definitely make his head dizzy and his work become ambiguous.

Alisha nodded, "To be able, if we do not watch our child, we will reel it." He said while stroking his flat stomach.

"Dear, if that's what I'm going to do" said Adnan, then he briefly kissed his wife's forehead.

After that Adnan really complied with the request of the wife, although in his heart had hesitated, considering the middle of the night this way, is there any food that asked Alisha? It seems impossible.

He actually wanted to ask Mr. Joko, but stopped when he saw Pak Joko's room and his wife had been extinguished. Of course it's midnight, there's no way they haven't slept. Finally he chose to search for himself, whether it could be tomorrow morning or noon which is important now departing.

Tin Tin Tin

Adnan honked his car horn when he was in front of the gate, before how long the gate opened automatically and a security guard came out of the post.

"Where'd Den go?" the security guard asked, astonished that his master had left in the middle of the night like this.

Adnan smiled in response, after which he did not answer but asked, "Mang, here the picket seller is open twenty-four hours where yes?" tanyakanya.

The security guard seemed to think for a moment, but suddenly the other guard also went out of the post and approached them.

"So Aden asked the pickle seller?" ask the second security guard named Yanto, visible from the identification on his left chest.

"Yes sir, do you know where there's a midnight gini pick-me-up seller?" ask Adnan.

"If midnight gini is certainly no Den, but my brother is a picket seller, maybe Aden can go there, the place is quite far, too, one era can reach my brother's place," explained Mr. Yanto.

"If so, can you anterin me to the house of the Father's brother? Later let Mang Usup in the minister Pak Joko," pinta Adnan on Pak Yanto, of course he will accept the offer rather than go around unclear.

The two guards threw eyes at each other, such as asking for approval from each other.

"I'll be responsible, sir. So you do not have to worry," said Adnan as if he knew the anxiety of Mr. Yanto.

In the car, Adnan occasionally asked Mr. Yanto and vice versa, in order to eliminate the drowsiness that attacked.

"Why is she craving Den?" ask Mr. Yanto in the middle of their journey.

"Yes, sir, if you are not in the future lenggambuknya not healed sir, whatever and whatever the circumstances must be followed,"

"Yes Den, my wife used to crave strangely, fortunately I can meet, if not so angry is not clear, fortunately only the first child, only the first child, when pregnant with the second child and the next has never craved strangely," Mr. Yanto recounted his youth when the wife was pregnant with the first child.

"What's weird, sir? If I may know," asked Adnan, he was also curious about the story of Mr. Yanto.

"You want to eat mangoes but on the tree directly, how to try? Yeah but I'm fulfilling her request,"

Adnan was surprised and held back laughter, he could not imagine how Mr. Yanto persuaded his wife, "That means his wife is really you go up a tree and eat mangoes in a tree?" tanyanya.

"Yes, but a short tree that has not yet borne fruit, and the fruit takes it elsewhere," Pak Yanto chuckled in light of his wife's ridiculous manner.

"That's one of Den, there's more. Sometimes want to eat fried rice, after buying do not want to eat instead eat another, yes that's how difficult ngadepin pregnant women. But fortunately I did not follow the cravings, there was my neighbor whose wife was pregnant even he who cravings, his wife is ordinary," Mr. Yanto told a long story.

Adnan listened carefully, he spoke in his heart, "I also felt his cravings Sir. Even in his apes, he who dapet delicately want to eat what is delicious, well me? But nothing, enjoy the process,"

During the trip, they fill with various interesting stories sometimes make them both laugh together, until without feeling they arrive in front of the seller's house.

Several times Mr. Yanto knocked on the door of the house, after the homeowner opened the door, Adnan apologized many times for interrupting their break, but the middle-aged woman seemed to understand him, he said he was used to receiving this midnight order from the Fathers whose wives were cravings. Making Adnan a little relieved, while waiting to be made salinan, Adnan, Pak Yanto and the mother's husband were seen chatting, while enjoying a glass of coffee served.

It didn't take long, it was finished, because all the ingredients were ready. After his order so Adnan also say goodbye, he does not want Alisha to wait too long. Adnan of course pays with more money, he doesn't feel good those nights bothering people on break.

"Pak stopped for a while, yes, I want to take a martabak order" said Adnan before getting off the car.

Currently they are already in a place near the villa, Adnan deliberately ordered his subscription martabak which is usually open until dawn, to be given to Mr. Yanto and others, leaving one for himself.

Arriving at the villa, Adnan immediately ran into the villa, looking at the clock on his wrist, it turned out to be almost dawn, Alisha must have been careless waiting for his arrival. But when he opened the room door, it turned out that the wife was sleeping soundly, making Adnan a little relieved.

"Mass? Hurry home? Where's my order?" ask Alisha, who seems to be aware of the husband's arrival.

Adnan who was just about to open the bathroom door was surprised to hear Alisha's question, because he saw his wife was in deep sleep mode. But after that, he paused his intention to go to the bathroom, preferring to go closer to Alisha who was opening a paperbag.

"Well, there's a martabak!" Alisha actually looks excited when she sees the martabak, while her order is ignored.

"Lho you said to want salty, why is it that eaten even martabak?" ask Adnan wonder.

"The essence is not appetizing after seeing this martabak," replied Alisha lightly.

Adnan was surprised, then he let out a long sigh after remembering the story of Mr. Yanto earlier, he now believes and experiences it himself.

"That's it, just bought a martabak," grumbled Adnan as he stepped onto the bed.