Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Enda supply box.

The happiness that Arabella was feeling, also transmitted to her husband, Akhtar. The middle-aged man who was very similar to the son, continued to mutter at the thought of what the grandson would name.

"Please eat your breakfast, mas! you're always blabbering on the sidelines of your mealtime, that's no good" Arabella scolds as they eat breakfast together.

"Do I look like I talk a lot?" asked Akhtar to feed his wife.

Take that bribe, then say"Yes! very, very talkative!," said Arabella with a mouthful of rice.

"Is that not good?, I mean, eating while babbling?."

"Hem!," nodded Arabella.

"Sweet Arabella, you eat while you talk" the man laughed as he managed to get his wife to act the same way.

Then, Arabella could not resist the words of her husband again, after all they both did it.

"Well," he said after taking a drink"Mas, you look very happy after hearing the news of Jena's pregnancy."

both Akhtar's eyes grew bigger, and both of his eyebrows shot up"Of course! he came to bring happiness in our lives, especially for our only son. And now, she's said to be pregnant, how can I not be so happy? just imagine, if our grandson is a boy would he be as handsome as our son?" so long, Akhtar's rant like a barrage of railroad cars.

"Are you sure she'll be as handsome as Agam?, what if she's a girl?" Arabella asked.

"Of course she would be as handsome as Agam, and would be as beautiful as Jena if she were a girl," again, Akhtar chattered again with a cheerful face.

The attitude of the husband, made Arabella chuckle. It turned out that not only was she very happy, her husband also felt the same way.

After enjoying breakfast in the beautiful courtyard, Akhtar did not even move from his seat. Usually, he would immediately go to the office. Uh for a second, Arabella just realized that the husband is not wearing his suit today, is he going to go out of town again? or??.

"You're not going to the office?."

Shaking his head, Akhtar asked his wife to get a laptop in the study.

"Are you going out of town this afternoon?" asked Arabella, handing over the laptop she asked for.

"No, I'm taking a day off today."

That answer, made Arabella again throw a question"Taking a holiday at the beginning of the week? don't you usually take a weekend off, mas," take a little plate, Arabella peels an orange to wash her mouth.

"I...," looking serious, Akhtar hung up his sentence.

"I was." the man's fingers began to dance on the keyboard, looking very serious to make Arabella think that her husband was busy working.

"Aha!, here it is!," he exclaimed, surprising little Arabella who began to enjoy the orange-colored fruit.

"Mas! you surprise me!" cried the wife.

Akhtar laughed, his smile was very similar to the big smile of an Agam"Hahaha, I took the day off to find and study a good name for our future grandchildren.

Huh! Arabella looked at her husband with both eyes blinked many times, like a nearly broken light bulb.

"Your holiday is just to find the name of our future grandchildren" asked Arabella to be more sure.

Akhtar nodded so innocently.

"Oh my God, that's too soon! Jena hasn't even felt the real cravings yet. While you're, you've been busy preparing names for that orok boy."

Scratching his nape that did not itch at all, Akhtar laughed like a boy caught eating a lot of candy.

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When Agam begins to learn to cook with Kanaya's strange concoction, Jena's appetite changes again. He no longer wanted Kanaya-style dishes, and moved on to the provisions of the little Enda that Khair cooked.

Zafirah placed Enda's inexhaustible stock on one of the customer's desks, at the bookstore. While he, busy themselves with helping at the cafe, because one of their workers is not coming to work.

As usual, when Enda is present at the cafe, then Jena will immediately approach the handsome boy. He played with Enda, coloring various pictures and playing blocks.

"Onty, Enda's thirsty."

"What do you want to drink? onty's gonna get it."

Little Enda shook her head"Wata umma, it's not good to make other people bother. If it's just a drink, you can ask Dad."

Akhs! Jena furrowed both eyebrows, touched by the babble Enda boy. He also smiled looking at the back of Enda who began to step into the cafe kitchen, to look for drinks.

As far as Enda, Jena's sense of smell was seized on provisions that were not spent by Enda. Without hesitation, the woman opened the box of supplies that was on an empty table, not far from her.

Fried rice with cheese topping, so tempting for Jena. And unknowingly he swallowed saliva, the aroma alone was appetizing, what about the taste.

"Zafiraaaahhh," exclaimed Jena from the bookstore. That attitude made Zafirah a little surprised, unlike Jena who was usually calm.

"Run, hurry, hurry!!," exclaimed Agam at Zafirah. Rushing Zafirah approached the friend at the bookstore, also Agam who tailed behind him.

In that place, Jena appears to wrap both arms around the table, with Enda's stock inside"Can I finish this stock?," he asked with a smile.

"Honey," said Agam. He felt bad for his wife's attitude.

"Mas, I want this food" said Jena bending her face.

Zafirah, who did not know Jena's pregnancy was confused. Jena's attitude has been really strange lately. Besides being childish, his different appetite than usual also makes Zafirah wonder, what is with Jena?.

"But..., that is the supply of Enda that is not exhausted," he said had stamped.

"It's okay, can I spend it?" he said again asking.

"Sorry Zafirah, if you don't mind just give it to him. I don't want my son to be born with drool that keeps dripping."

The words of Agam, made the tail of Zafirah's eyes look at him sharply. Not angry, especially because surprised by what was said by her best friend's husband.

"Because pregnant?" asked Zafirah to approach his friend.

"Yes," said Agam laughing grimly.

"Alhamdulillah O Allah!" cried Zafirah. Then, he hugged Jena so tightly, he was so moved to hear the good news.

After their embrace unraveled, Jena again asked"Now, have I been able to finish off the good-looking Enda's provisions?," said Agam, his saliva felt very diluted before getting the rest of Enda's food.

"Yes! sure is. But Jena, it would be nice if you just made a dish. The fried rice was processed by Khair mas, he must be willing to make it again for you."

"Haish! no Enda, not her father, why are they both the ones who make the wife's appetite soar up. So, what's the point of me learning to cook like Kanaya, with random and unkempt recipes? if it turns out that my wife only wants to taste the cuisine processed by Khair," thinking about it, Agam turned his eyes, paled.

"No, I just want this one. Tomorrow if Enda's good-looking stock doesn't run out again, you have to give it to me, yes!," said Jena immediately eat a delicious dish on her tongue.

"Yes, healthy, pregnant women" said Zafirah while rubbing Jena's back.

"Enda again! Enda again! why is he always called Enda the handsome??" grumbled Agam.

To be continued....

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