Dreamy Girl

Part 227 Hunting Donut Kampar

"Mas, I want to eat Kampar donuts" Rara said that night. A day of nausea and dizziness makes him no appetite. And now on a cold night after Makassar was drenched in heavy rain this afternoon, he wanted to eat donuts that had gone viral in the hometown of the mother-in-law.

"Is the shop still open, baby? this is what time it is." said Rama while watching his watch.

"At 10 p.m. Here it is not kayaking in the capital, whose many shops are open 24 hours nonstop." continued Rama while looking at his wife gently.

"I made you sweet corn soup huh? Heru just picked up earlier in the garden." bargain Rama because again do not want to go out of the house tonight. The cold air out there so much that it pierced the pores of his skin. These days he is also not feeling well.

"We try aja mas, want to try that taste greentea. It must be delicious to eat with vanilla-flavored milk. Mas is not afraid of his baby ileran hehehe." replied Rara with a sulking tone. He is feeling better now and also very hungry.

"Yes, put on your jacket" Rama said as he touched his wife's head. He finally relented and prepared to take the wife to Pappa which was about 2 km from their house now. An address he found on Google as the place where the Donat Kampar store was located.

The twinkling light of street lights at night is so beautiful to spoil the eyes.

"Wah it turns out to be fun, mas, the road of the nights like this. Beautiful and beautiful." said Rara with an enchanted look.

As long as he's in town. He only went out with Rama in the morning until the afternoon.

They both spend a lot of time together at home every night. Even if they need something at night, there is a Heru who is always ready to help and serve them.

But this time Rama did not want to trouble Heru. The young man had asked for help and help too often. He wants to spoil his wife who is cravings with his own energy.

"Mas, what about the girl that Heru brought? so acceptability?" rara asked still with a look out the car window.

"Yes, the guy's smart and good looking. I think he is better suited to be a marketing manager than a tour guide." replied Rama without turning his eyes to the front of the streets were quite crowded at night.

"Good looking, beautiful dong." said Rara smiling dikulum, the husband smiled back. He knew Rara must have been fishing for him on purpose.

Rama Putra Tama has made a taboo in him to mention the word BEAUTIFUL to other women besides his wife so that Rara is not jealous.

So if he wants to describe beautiful in other women he prefers the word good looking.

"If indeed the girl is suitable to be a manager, use it. But it's like a tour guide." Rara stared at her husband intensely then continued,

"What the hell is his name? so I want to see you, I want to talk a lot."

"His name is Reisya Rachman, a BE from Moscow. He said he also taught art at the international school on Sudirman Street."

"Trus if there's already a good job so why sleep in our place, mas?" ask Rara to know. Rama did not answer. The car they were riding in had already arrived at the Kampar Donut Shop they were heading to.

"Well, until. And it still seems to be open Ra'" Rama said with a smile on his face. Rama went down and opened the door for his wife.

"I order aja greentea aja same milk pregnant women taste vanilla." waiters who recorded the order immediately gawking confused.

"I'm sorry Mom. We do not provide milk for pregnant women. There was coffee, tea, sarabba' and other cold drinks." the waiters smiled. His eyes dazzledly looked at the very handsome face of Rama that night.

"Waduh sorry sorry. My wife forgets that again outside the house." said Rama quickly withholding embarrassment over Rara's behavior. He looked at his wife's face with a loving look.

"Don't look at me like that mas," said Rara covered her face with a menu list at the store that also doubles as the cafe. The waiters immediately felt uncomfortable and also not happy because they had wanted the handsome consumer in his heart. He immediately passed from that place with a embarrassed face.

"You are adorable baby, want to bite together donut, hemm" said Rama with his eyes suddenly changed.

"Ih mas, likes tombal. Shame on me."

"It's okay we're husband and wife. We make others jealous."

"Ra' donuts are brought home. We eat at home just to be more romantic." Rara nodded in agreement, knowing that her husband wanted her now.

"Wrapped yes yes mbak." said Rama impatiently at the waiters who were arranging some doughnuts order Rara on the table.

"Yes sir, wait for ya." said the waiters patiently.

"Mas, I want to eat the corn pulut that we passed earlier on the street." suddenly Rara so badly wanted to eat something other than donuts. That's because he had seen rows of corn stalls pulut poached on the roadside they passed before arriving at the Donut shop. Its fragrant smell made him drool.

"How's dough?" rama asked confusedly. Rara has not eaten the donut now even want corn pulut, but at home was offered but did not want. Rama took a deep breath, trying to be patient with his wife's will.

"Yes, let's stop there for a minute. This place is famous in the city. His name is Panaikang boiled corn." said Rama explained patiently. He can understand the changing desires of his wife. His friends who had babies first often tell how the condition of their wives while pregnant and cravings. Sometimes asking for things that make no sense.

For Rama as long as it is good for the health of the baby and his mother he will fulfill all the requests of the wife.

Rama looked at his wife unblinkingly as he had finished off the ten pieces of boiled corn that were in front of him.

"Alhamdulillah is so good. Sweet as I am." said Rara with a smile.

"Where is something like that. Your sweetness is second to none. If only corn is far away" said Rama praised the wife as high as the sky.

"Uuuhhh, you are more cool anyway mas if the dreadlocks." Rama immediately scratched his head that was not itchy.

"That's not Ra's dreadlocks, but reality. You're not just sweet but very legit plus delicious."

"Hem, another dreadlocks, right?"

"Waduhh, I'm honestly dear."

"Yes believe me, you're honest when you talk and usually ask for something in return."

"You know what the hell?"

"Nobody's free, hmm." - Rara's lips with a funny face.

"Look ah home or I won't be ashamed to kiss you in this place."

"Hi sereeem wkwkwkwk." said Rara feigning shudder.

"I want donuts tonight" said Rama as they were on their way home.

"Ih, mum. Please, I'm not interested, already full of sweet corn pulut, deserve this city is famous by the nickname corn city."

"Eh, I want to eat your doughnuts, there is no bargaining." Rama said with a serious face.

"Hem, that Kampar donut or that donut???" rara asked with a faint smile. She deliberately teased her husband who had not touched her for a long time because of his declining health due to nausea and dizziness.

Rama did not answer. He just drove his car quickly so he could get home and execute the wife's donut.

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