Buying Wife

part#66

"Dear, wake up." I feel like my body is in a wiggle. Sure enough, Mahira was bending her face as I opened my eyes.

"Why?" I asked between conscious and not.

"You eat the pigeons."

"Now?"

"Yes. The future of the year? keburu has the baby."

With my head twitching, I was forced to wake up. I glanced at the wall clock. Two o'clock in the morning. My head feels heavier. It will take a long time to find what he wants.

Without asking anything, I took the jacket and grabbed the car keys. Don't want to complain what else to ask for leniency to buy what he wants, next time. It would make her cry hysterically. Not only that, I also had to sleep in the upper room.

People say, the cravings will only occur when the gestational age is under four months. Why my woman still cravings even though her gestational age will step eight months.

Is he really craving? or intentionally upset me? ahh, so dizzy and bothered to face a cravings woman. Not just cravings for women is very difficult to understand.

From two o'clock to three o'clock, I haven't found what my wife wants. Around town I did. Down a very lonely road.

Still trying until dawn. Out of concern, I chose to go home. Feels tired. My eyes are also sharp.

"Mas, don't you know? why isn't your phone with you?"

I can only nod with a mixed heart. Between sadness and relief. I who tried hard to find what he wanted and went home feeling scared and guilty, found Mahira was eating fried chicken while watching television. Not to forget a glass of pregnant milk is also available on the table. So are complete fruits.

"Fried chicken also tastes similar. Nothing can be changed. I just ngeh, the nights where there are selling pigeons. Good thing the jabang understands and wants to eat fried chicken as a substitute."

I did not reply to anything and chose to head for the bed. Pulling the blanket and sleeping.

"Kok sleep, first dawn prayer. Isn't it seven o'clock at the office?"

Astagfirullah!

I immediately got up, took the water. After the prayer, take a shower and get ready. Mahira stared with an apple covering her mouth.

Sit with your legs open. A big stomach and a mouth full of food. That's the view I've always seen.

My woman is very fertile.

"Bi, make me cereal." I shouted at Bi Tuti. Do not want to be late for meetings with clients from abroad.

It didn't take long, a bowl of cereal with strawberry tops was ready in front of me.

When I finished, I immediately went to the office. Do not forget to kiss my wife's already very big forehead and stomach.

Speeding on the streets to get there quickly. For me, meeting with overseas clients is very important, because the project I'm working on is pretty fantastic. In addition, they do not like what is called delay.

"No, Rona! the client has arrived yet?" ask me at the secretary.

"No, Sir. There's still a few minutes left."

Mercifully. I still have time to prepare myself. Tidying up clothes that Mahira did not have time to tidy up.

"Sir, let's go to the meeting room." Rona–my secretary popped out from behind the door.

"Yes. Na, Mas Putra is coming too?"

"Yes, he's waiting in the room."

"All right, let's go there."

I walked with Rona to the meeting room. All interested parties are present except our clients.

"You're sleep deprived?" tanya Mas Putra while making a circle gesture in her eyes.

"Yes, Mas. Mahira last night snaddled again. Ask for what doesn't exist."

"Propsy. For the sake of the baby."

"Yes, Mum."

"I'm sorry, sir." Suddenly Roni's marketing manager came over. "Our client canceled his meeting today. They were hit by a small incident on the road. Maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow we have another meeting."

"Geezoo! then, just have him sell the pigeons!"

I got upset and broke the table. The eyes of those in the room looked at me except for Mas Putra, he just grinned at me.

Realizing what I had just done, I chose to leave the room for my room.

"God. Why so tired."

I threw the suit and loosened the tie. Plunge yourself onto the couch.

"It's so stressful it looks like this young papa candidate."

I opened one eye and saw Mas Putra already standing before me with a look of ridicule and pity. Sucks.

"How old is your wife?"

"You're eight months."

"Do you know her gender?"

"Yet. Every time they checked, they were always hugging. Can't look her gender."

"They?"

"Twin."

"Wow! congratulations, yes. Once had a child directly given two."

"That's women. Appreciate them for the struggle to conceive our child."

"Yes, Mas. But I feel tired, sometimes."

"Have you tried to take over her burden?"

"How come? ngaco, it's this one."

"That's. Their burden must be borne alone for nine months, not to mention giving birth, then breastfeeding. It can never be taken over by someone else for a second."

Mas Putra stared trying to convince me that what I felt was nothing. A slap for me.

Yep. I realized that Mahira was tired every night because she could not sleep well. Frequent trips to the bathroom and difficulty walking. It can't be pinned on anyone, even if it's just a blink of an eye.

"I'll go home first, Mom. Take over all the office business for a while."

"Kangen?" goda.

"Ck!"

The suit I just threw.

Yeah, I miss him, my wife. I want to apologize for being upset with him. Maybe he felt that way until he forgot to tidy up my clothes and my das. I regret.

On the way, I saw a flower shop. It came to my mind to give her a large bouquet of red roses.

"Mba, please make me a very large bouquet of roses. Take all the red roses that are here."

"Not a viral follow-up, sir."

"What?"

"Pake money. Don't use flowers."

"Just a diamond cake, will you? I've used money, but he doesn't like it."

"Tumben there's no girl doesn't like it that way."

"His money is held all the same to him. Already many. More than my money. Yes, please soon."

"Yes, sir."

"Mba, can you use chocolate?"

"Can, Sir. But you have to bring your own chocolate."

I looked out at the flower shop. Luckily, there are two mini markets next to each other. Immediately I ran small to buy all the chocolates from the two mini markets. Not only chocolate, some Snack also I buy to be a bouquet.

My wife loves to snack. Understandably, there are two who also participated in snacking in his body.

When it was over, I realized one thing. My car wasn't enough to carry all this.

I reached into the cell phone intending to call the office, to send a car to carry all this. Damn, my phone's dead.

"Sir, if you need to, you can just use our car."

"Ah, thanks for that. Then take all this to my house."

"Good, sir."

Lucky, or indeed I forgot that the florist always has a fleet to send orders to its customers.

All the way, I was so happy. Tiredness and drowsiness that had previously slipped, now gone already. I can't wait to get home and give this gift to the future mother of my children.

It was a pretty busy trip, I didn't feel it. The smile on my face never disappeared.

It's just that, as soon as I got to the front of the house, an ambulance came out from behind the fence and drove so quickly out of my yard.

Instantly the feeling of happiness disappears, turning into a great worry.

I suddenly shook, speechless and frozen.

The honking sound of the rear car carrying a gift for my woman, made me realize. Soon I gasped and went into the yard.

"Mahira .. dear," I cried with my mouth trembling.

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