CALL ME MAS!

For the Cravings Wife

The afternoon after returning home from work with his wife.

"Darling, what's wrong with you??" Pras asked, when he saw the wife just staring out the glass of his car.

Two weeks enough Britney rested at Grandpa Restu's house. Britney and Pras returned to the rented house.

Today Britney is back at work, and it doesn't matter. Although nauseous, it is common for young pregnant women, Britney to the office also brought young mango and refined salt.

For some reason the habit, could not be avoided during this one week. As the nausea approached, Britney took a young mango, chocolated to a fine salt.

Although the mango season is almost over, but some markets and supermarkets, there are still those who sell young mangoes and mango mengkel.

Britney was very satisfied that every husband brought her a young mango. Even the wife often smelled the aroma of mango, until her husband was envious. Not the husband who was kissed first, but even the mango that his wife kissed.

Mango fruit hanging on a stalk, and very tempting. Britney's eyes never stopped looking at the tree, but her car had passed through it. Britney looked up at the mango tree.

"That's, mango." Britney replied with a frown. Britney's expression was like a child asking for ice cream.

"The mango? There are many at home. Is there a mango seller?" Pras asked, then tried to park the white car to the left side of the road, before walking far.

"Emms.. Mango has people. But I really want that mango. Mms... Want to!!." Whining Britney.

"People have people??" Ask Pras.

"Yes, I saw that. The mango tree was there. I want to." He said and felt bad.

"Where next?? It's far?" Ask Pras.

"He'em... It was there after the crossroads. To the left of the white fence house." Answer Britney.

Pregnant women had their will, and Pras began to turn the car he was driving.

Patiently and trying to please his wife.

Pras headed to the white-fenced house. They arrived in front of the white fence house. It looked quiet and there was no one outside, but there was a car parked in the courtyard of the white fence house.

Pras tried to find the doorbell of the house was not there. Pras ventured to open the gate whose color was almost faded. Some have seen iron plates that are reddened because they are rusty.

Greeet!!

Pras pushed slowly after pulling the iron handle that locked on the middle side. Pras entered the courtyard of the house. The apple mango tree was indeed very tempting Britney. Apple mango fruit is purplish green, and there is already a reddish yellow color.

Yuhuu!!

Britney cravings mango apple belonging to an air force TNI.

Pras had met the owner of the house, a housekeeper who received Pras, and told him to go inside the house. Britney was only in the car, but Pras approached his wife after meeting the owner of the house.

"Sorry Ms. Erna, if I've been troublesome." Pras said to the hostess.

Warm tea in a white cup has been placed on a glass-lined table by a maid. Britney with a sweet smile, and looked at the hostess.

"Let's drink it." Said the hostess who was about 45 years old.

"Yes, thank you." Reply Britney with a smile.

The brave soldier approached Pras and invited him to take his own mango that was still hanging on the tree.

Britney smiled sweetly, came out of the house and saw her husband picking the apple mango. Britney also took her own mango hanging on the lower stalk.

Not to forget Britney immortalized her husband who was hanging on a tree.

The cekkreek!!

"You're so funny, Mas, I'm getting in love." Britney said with anxiety.

The soldier, who was called by the name of Mr. Budi, was also happy to meet Pras who was not alkaline. Mr. Budi had also just returned from his duties.

Mr. Budi has two children, the big one is still tutoring not yet home, and the other is still small just playing in the room only.

"Mas Pras, that one was taken away." Said Mr. Budi, who pointed to the mango that has been mateng.

"Mom Britney, I used to be. Something is in order." Said Budi's Wife, who happened to be his wife was also a native of Boyolali.

"Yes, Miss Erna. Thank you very much. I'm so bad, this is even given so much." Reply Britney with sweetness.

Pras had already taken some, as did Britney picking three pieces. But Pak Budi instead told him to take a lot, the children of Pak Budi not so fond of mangoes. Usually the only one who picked the maid, and some friends if playing to his house.

"If it's still like this, it's still cool. I'm not doyan. But for the cravings, this fruit is very fresh." Said Ms. Erna while holding a mango that is still reddish green.

"Yes, Ms. Erna, I used to dislike sour fruit. But since cravings I like very much, just to the office just bring a young mango." Britney.

They smiled, Mr. Army's assistant was also very good, took a pouch for Pras and chose a mengkel, Pras did not really understand it turns out that green tastes sour.

"I guess this one's already mengkel, it's still raw." Pras said after finishing picking mango apples.

"Emm.. Mas should have asked the same Aunt, Mas just origin pick it." Ketus Britney's.

Be patient her husband nangkring in the tree, still wrong in the eyes of pregnant women this one.

"It's okay, it can be made into sweets." Said Mr. Budi and his assistant who mutihin, usually if still raw can be made sweets.

Britney and Mr. Budi's maid became familiar, already selected mangoes that mengkel, and Britney only took some that are still raw, after feeling very sour Britney is also not strong, it turns fresh that is ripe.

Although it is ripe but the fruit is still hard and only watery, not soft.

"The one who lives in a tree like this." Said Mr. Budi when peeling the mango, Pras tried it, initially felt sour as well, but it was fresh and the aroma was very distinctive.

Kiyer - Kiyer Mas Pras *Author

(the term java when feeling sour)

"Don't you, Mas??!! I like it so much." Said Britney, who was happy.

After a long conversation, and the maghrib prayer at the house of Pak Budi they immediately parted.

Mr. Budi and Ms. Erna are very happy to know this new family, the house is also not too far from the contract Pras. They will visit again later, because Ms. Erna is quite happy. When I found out that Pras was born Boyolali, finally became more fun to talk. If Pak Budi himself is from Jakarta, only his parents are also from Central Java.

Mr. Budi wanted Pras and Britney to have dinner together at his house, but Pras and Britney refused. Pras felt bad for the family of Pak Budi. Britney was also worried, if later eating with the family of Mr. Budi was afraid of troublesome again, and Britney was also often nauseous when eating.

"Mas, our great grandfather turned out to get the attention of many people." Britney.

"Yes, that's the sustenance of a grandparent. Papa wants to drive first. Dedek is fine here." Pras said and put on his wife's seatbelt.

BEEM!!!

The car started driving again.

Yesterday Sunday afternoon, the accounting friends came to the rented house, and brought a lot of fresh fruit for the dedek utun.

Mr. Miko and his wife also came, especially his wife Pak Miko was also pregnant young, so exchanged thoughts.

Britney also asked Annisa and Maristha who had more experience while taking care of children. Fika and the others were also quite happy while in the house, Tania also came with her future husband. Mr. Surya only brought his youngest son.

Quite simply, get to know, make friends, and become brothers.

"Darling, if we're good with people. People will be good to us. That's why you shouldn't be so cynical...." Pras said, but did not continue his words.

"Who's same?? Elleanor, Helga.. Who's who?? Why not continue??!!" Ketus Britney's.

"You are just as Ghea is jealous. Never mind, I just want you to think positively. Don't be so cynical with people, you don't know them yet. I don't want my son to be a lash." Pras Say.

"I am hugging because of. I myself am also confused, since marrying you, I am more sensitive." Ketus Britney's.

Pras smiled and remembered the first time he met Britney at the office, indeed a different figure. Why after becoming his wife Pras was also surprised, his wife was no longer an adult, even like a child who likes to sulk.

"Working pregnant I don't matter. But don't get stuck. I'm tormented too, dear..." Pras Kluh.

"You are tormented, only climbing a short tree is tormented. Huuff!!" Britney's son was upset.

"You think you're just climbing a tree, every day I sleep away from you. Especially since at Grandpa's house yesterday, you choose to sleep with Vava. How I'm not tormented, dear." Ketus.

"Eve night sleep near me. Less is it??" Ask Britney.

"Hemmss... Sleep very close, but cook I just roll. Yeah nothing, I know you're pregnant changing her mood. But don't do that too often." Ketus.

"Emmss.. I know, Mas... Mas... Mas Pras." Britney Ledek.

"I'm still driving. See if it's home." Pras Say.

Britney smiled, her husband was very childish.

"Mmuuhaachh... Thanks for that." Britney kisses her husband's cheek.

Yessy!!

Pras smiled sweetly.

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Roso troso iki, ojo ngasi ucul soko atine Mas Pras.

(This feeling of love, do not let go of his heart Mas Pras.)

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