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"When else are you gonna stay here?" Mama continues to whine unwillingly with the pamphit Pandu and Jihan who will return home.

"Ma.... Jihan and Mas Pandu won't be able to stay here." Dizziness handling his mother's exaggerated attitude.

"Don't take it seriously. Your mom is just a pleasantries."

BUGH........

Pillow thrown over Papa's face. Mama is considered to be underestimated.

This is what makes Jihan always uncomfortable staying in her house. Papa continued to fuel his emotions. He doubted whether Pandu would be comfortable with the debate between him and his father.

"Goddess Ma.... Pa.... Drive and also Jihan sometime to spend the night again. But, it can't be as often as possible. You see, sometimes Pandu difficult to bring work to the house of Mama and Papa if all the Pandu equipment is incomplete. Or, next time Mama and Papa can also stay at our house."

"Yes Pandu. That safe. Your mother is too much. Aawww...."

Strong pinch on Papa's waist. They also chuckled at the pain ringing in Papa's waist.

Papa walks behind Pandu. Intend to whisper something.

"Papa has tucked away a powerful potion for you Pandu. Directly drunk and gaskeun! So that fetal seeds quickly grow in the stomach of Jihan. Don't forgive that bad boy. Ok!"

Pandu scratched his nape. He just nodded stiffly.

All bags and 1 suitcase are in the trunk. Not to forget also some plant pots that Jihan had asked directly from his mother he brought. Mr. Rejo helped arrange the plant in the trunk of Pandu's car.

"May grow fruitfully yes Non. If you still need your advice, just stop here Non."

"Ready sir Rejo. Thanks for the flowers."

"Yes dear." Hugs and kisses on both cheeks of the child.

They kissed Mama and Papa's hands to come home.

"Assalamualaikum Ma's.... Pa...."

"Goddessalam...."

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Jihan and Pandu straight tidied their clothes into the clothing room.1 glass bottle while Jihan found. Contains a slightly brownish colored liquid. He was confused what it was. Because of a strange thing he never saw.

"This what??"

The guide who looked towards the raised hand of Jihan who was observing the new glass bottle was wondering what it was.

He quickly took and hid the glass bottle. He was sure, this bottle was given by his father-in-law. The potion Papa was referring to must be this glass bottle.

Jihan tried to reach the bottle so curious.

"It's nothing, honey. Just... hmm. Yes, this is vitamin mas. Hehe...."

Jihan's eyes narrowed sharply seeking confidence from Pandu's nervous eyes.

"Vitamins?? Since when do you take vitamins?"

"Hmm. This is really a vitamin. Throat mas a few days is sore and not feeling well too." Answer originally.

Jihan put her palm on Pandu's forehead to feel Pandu's body temperature. But he did not find any heat on Pandu's body.

The guide pulled Jihan's hand from her forehead.

"Darling. No need to worry about that."

Swiping on Jihan's bangs and quickly moving away from the real Jihan he wanted to keep away the potion Papa gave him. Pandu would be embarrassed if Jihan saw him.

Pandu and Jihan have returned to their respective activities. Pandu lean is seriously preparing a project building sketch that he will soon present tomorrow in front of his client. While Jihan is cool with her latest cliche novels. However, 1 disturbing thought.

"Mas, Robi's not your secretary anymore, is she?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Since when?"

Jihan is waiting for an answer from Pandu. The guide who had difficulty focusing on Jihan's question remained silent not answering.

"Boy!! How not to answer anyway?!"

Stifling the annoyance of the novel he holds.

Pandu let out a long sigh and moved his laptop for a while.

"Honey.. mas must finish the work first."

"Living answered what a hard thing it is!" Upset not liking Pandu's response.

Pandu hugged the body of Jihan who was behind him. Calm down Jihan is more important at this time.

"Why are you so angry?"

"You replaced Robi with a new secretary, right? Why not tell me?!"

The guide moved position to face the front of Jihan's bent face.

"Honey.... Robi has been resigned for a long time. He returned to his hometown to continue his domestic life. And.. mas I don't think this is important for me to tell you."

"Keep, Mas will be quiet so don't tell me who is the replacement for the new secretary Mas. Beautiful, sexy, intelligent and independent woman. Are you sure you won't be tempted?!" His piercingly sharp gaze intimidated Pandu.

"Why are you always this senegative to the mas when it comes to women dear? My business with Clarine is just professional work."

Jihan screeched at Pandu's confession. He is very hesitant about how men speak the truth or just try to deceive in his calmness.

"People's hearts can change. Yesterday Mas said love to Jihan and now can be on the side of the others."

Jihan started again. If Jihan was already in blind jealous mode like this would all be wrong in Jihan's eyes. Pandu always forces himself to patiently explain in a straight line.

"Darling. In every prayer, your name is always written. Jihan Sajidah Salim bint Ridwan Salim. He recites the kabul ijab before your parents, parents, witnesses and in the eyes of God confidently brings you into the life of the Lord. They love you, love you, love you. Stupid time with those women out there who look prettier, more seductive, smarter, whatever it is I won't care. You... have enough to meet the criteria of the wife and the woman of dreams mas." Pinched the second squash of Jihan's cheeks gave rise to a pain ringing from Jihan.

"Yes....!! Sick.... take off ihh....!!"

Strong punches in the hands of Pandu so that the pinch on his cheek stopped. Smoothed his red cheeks.

"Don't think that's not dear. You're the winner."

"Please love you forever, Jihan."

Jihan had fallen asleep with Jihan still hugging Pandu tightly like a baby koala.

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Today, Jihan has no intention of stopping by Pandu's office. But still he prepared so many lunches and he will order food delivery online only. Pandu doesn't mind. His body was eager to laze at home. Moreover, today is the first day the menstrual schedule comes. The pain in the abdomen that he always felt was enough to make it difficult for him to move freely. Roll up inside the blanket withstanding such terrible pain.

"Why should a woman who always feels this kind of pain. Hix... hyks.... Mama...."

The ringtone of the phone is disturbing. With the rest of his energy he took the phone on the nightstand.

"Chelle, Alya. What's up?" The weak voice was worrying Alya.

"Lo why Han? Lo sick?"

"Ck, who why call me? It's even back."

"Hehehe. The plan is to ask for a meal. I sniffed pecel lele across from my compound. Can you not?"

Jihan was silent for a moment because she endured the pain that suddenly felt very painful. The temple also felt pulsating. He needs rest again. But, it is also impossible for him to refuse the bumil's cravings.

"Hm.... Ok. Just wait for me! I'll get ready first."

"Ok, ready my bestie. Hihi...."

Their phone calls also stopped. In slow motion, Jihan prepared herself to take a relaxed look. And get out while booking a taxi online.

Arriving at Alya's house, the pregnant woman immediately pulled him on foot regardless of Jihan's current condition.

Jihan who resignedly walked staggered-seog following the fast pace and rush of Alya. Crossing the road until right in front of the street stall five referred to Alya.

Jihan stopped their entrance. Alya looked resentfully at Jihan who was delaying her wish.

"Damn! Come on!!" The forced.

"Lo sure you want to eat here?!" Ask her.

"Yes Han. This is what I want. The pecel catfish stall I mean."

Alya understood the astonished face and amused taste that Jihan showed. This cousin has never explored the warung-warung emperor and other fringe snacks.

Alya was the same. It was just that, after Raska got into her life all her glamour lifestyle changed slowly. He cursed to ever underestimate, scorn the food that is no less delicious with the luxury foods that he used to enjoy.

Jihan's hand remained forcibly pulled by Alya. He sat in one of the empty seats. Jihan's eyes and forehead slightly furrowed at the disgust of the place she had stopped by. Perhaps, other people consider this place just plain and enjoy with the spirit of the food served. Different from Jihan.

The pat on Jihan's shoulder jerked him and returned his gaze.

"It's normal for Han to look at her. Sorry yes, I'm going to a place that's not worth it."

"Lo sure your stomach will be safe to eat here? How's your son?"

Jihan whispered so as not to hear other visitors.

"Haihi.... Han, you calm down. I eat here with Raska a lot. I am still alive. You have to enjoy pecel catfish at this stall. I'm gonna eat sometime in my warteg subscription with Raska deh."

"No! Crazy lo. That's not our style."

"What ever! You're gonna work out if you don't try."

Before long, 2 plates of catfish pecel and 2 cups of iced tea have been treated by the waiter.

"Please enjoy Mbak Alya. Tumben's not the same as Mommy's husband."

"Hehehe. Our husband is busy at work. So, with my friend."

Alya's friendly.

They look very familiar. This justifies once that Alya has really become a loyal customer of this catfish pecel.

"The other brother is married too?"

"Already Mas. Already mated. Why is it, then?" Alya elbowed the servant's arm a little teasing.

The waiter smiled shyly.

"Hehehe. I just wanted to ask her Mom's friend's number."

Jihan rounded her eyes in response to the servant's words. Very flirtatious in Jihan's eyes.

After the waiter died, Alya inexhaustibly laughed at the look of Jehan's upset face. The constantly shrunken lips added a funny impression to Alya.

"Udah is Han, don't take it seriously. You don't have a great sense of humor."

"Tomorrow I don't want to eat here anymore. Bodo very lo want to crave cake, what cake."

"Not good! It's so much the same candidate ponakan lo."

"Sshhhh... duhh...." Little ringis Jihan.

Alya who did not know what Jihan was feeling was also grimacing confused and looked worried.

"Han... lo why? What's that hurting?"

Jihan waved her hand gesturing she was fine. But not in accordance with the appearance of a grimacing face as if holding something.

"Lo Han's stomach ache? Not that you haven't started eating the pecel catfish you've got."

"Son Lya. I'm mens again." Speak softly so as not to hear other visitors.

"From a long time ago I felt so sorry that you got Han again. It looks really agonizing."

Alya quickly finished her meal. He couldn't bear to see Jihan endure pain like this. Jihan's food was just a little he tasted. The rest he left and prefer to lay his face on the table while massaging his stomach pain.

After that, Alya quickly paid and led slowly the path of the weak Jihan. Jihan actually felt bad. He had inconvenienced Alya who should have needed extra service.

And finally, Alya strictly forbids Jihan to return home. Alya was afraid that no one would be able to help her cousin in the moments when Jihan still felt pain in her stomach.

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