Finding True Love Aishah

Spoiled

The day started to light up, the sun started to rise radiating warmth. Everyone starts to get boisterous with their daily activities. They almost filled the city streets making the road body crammed and jammed. The fresh air is now mixed with dust and pollution. Vehicle horns rang along the road filled with vehicles that were densely crawling.

But unlike Aishah, this morning Aishah is still struggling under her warm blanket. It seemed that his body was reluctant to leave the comfort of his sleep. Aishah felt very lazy to wake up. It looks like it's from his stomach. Because Aishah is never like that. Even in the past when working holiday Aishah never lazing to do homework.

Radit, who had just finished his bath, was seen coming out of the bathroom. Radit sees his wife's unusual attitude, but Radit recognizes her and only nods his head. Because Aishah is pregnant with her child. Radit has read several articles about pregnancy, so a little bit he has known how the condition will be experienced by pregnant women. Radit doesn't even tell Aishah to cook anymore.

Radit approached his wife who was still wrapped in the blanket and then kissed her forehead. Aishah just smiled.

"This morning I'm going to the office, are you okay if I leave you at home?" Radit sat next to Aishah. Aishah just shook his head and hugged Radit's waist.

"Sister Radit didn't come home tonight, did he?" There seemed to be a reluctant tone in Aishah's voice for her husband's work to leave.

"No, I'm home at 4. I'll always be home early now. Aish take it easy. If there's anything Aish needs, just tell Mbok Minah. Later let Mr. To find out. Remember that! Aish don't go out of the house by yourself. Take good care of our debay." Radit caressed Aishah's stomach and kissed her.

"Hoek..hoek.." Aishah closed her mouth and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You're still nauseous, baby?" Radit began to look anxious. Radit brought his face closer to Aishah's lowered face.

"Hoek... hoek. Aishah ran towards the bathroom. An increasingly anxious Radit followed him from behind.

"Don't come any closer!" Aishah raised her hand, a sign instructing her husband not to approach.

"Why?" Radit scrunched his forehead feeling confused.

"Son Radit stinks." Aishah squeezed his nose.

"What! I even took a shower and wore perfume. How can I smell?" Radit kisses both of his armpits, making sure Aishah's words about him aren't true.

"But Radit's body odor makes me nauseous. Don't come near!" Aishah began to protest, Aishah covered her mouth and nose with both hands and came out of the madi room.

How could my son not like the smell of my scented body. Even to get close I was not allowed. Hey that's my son too. Hey baby look at your handsome father.

Radit continued to grumble in his heart. He felt displeased with his wife's treatment.

"Does a pregnant woman have to be like that? Huh that's so annoying. Even to shake hands now Aishah won't kiss my hand." Radit continued to grumble along the stairs.

This morning Radit ate his own breakfast. Because Aishah did not want to get close to him.

"Mbok, until when does Aishah not want to get close to me? He hates the smell of my body." Radit started eating his first feed.

"Yes that's the attitude of people who are pregnant. Moreover, Aunt Aishah is pregnant with her first child, so surely her attitude is strange. Radit is patient. All of that is not the desire of Ms. Aishah herself but the birth of the baby in the womb." Mbok Minah explained at length while pouring water into Radit's glass.

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Radit sat in his swivel chair. Sign some papers and check them again. Radit inherited his father's tenacious and unyielding attitude, it is evident from the many branches of the company that have been successfully handled. Even the development is very rapid.

Lunch time has arrived. Radit tried to reach into the cell phone in his pants pocket. Radit wanted to hear the development of the fetus that was in Aishah's stomach. Because from this morning Radit didn't touch his phone at all. But apparently the battery ran out. Radit tried to bring it to life several times, but it remained lifeless. After charging the phone, Radit can open the phone. It turns out that there were a lot of calls from Aishah.

"Hello, what's wrong?" Radit calls Aishah after finding some incoming call from Aishah.

"Darling I want to eat fried rice." Aishah started whining. Now Aishah's age has reached twelve weeks. The more days Aishah's stomach looks more and more squeaky. Even Aishah became increasingly spoiled.

"Well, I'll order some fried rice for you. Wait a minute, Shayang." Radit almost turned off his phone.

"No, Aish wants Radit's own brother to make it for me." Aishah was whining.

"I mean, should I cook?" Radit was shocked to death. Even for a lifetime he had never held a frying pan. Especially for cooking.

"Yes dear. Radit doesn't want to? This is debay's request. Does Radit not love us?" Aishah began to bring out his mainstay style that made Radit can not dwell anymore.

"Open so dear, don't sulk dong. But I can't cook. I could have poisoned you later." Radit started to defend himself.

"Yes if Radit does not want to. That means Radit doesn't love Aish. Hiks. But Radit can see his way on the internet. Hiks hyks." Aishah started crying pretendly.

"It's good I'm going home now." Finally Raditpun relented and obeyed the will of his wife who could not bargain it. Even at midnight Radit was willing to find Aishah hodgepodge for the sake of baby Aishah conceived so as not to bother. It was a new vocabulary in Radit's life created by Aishah to conquer it.

"That's what dong is from earlier." Aishah stopped the tears of her culture.

Radit finally came home from the office. Not just going home for lunch and rest. But Radit deliberately went home early, putting off all his work today if he could not be represented by his secretary. Since Aishah became pregnant, Radit has prioritized his wife's affairs over everything, even her own interests. But Aishah still feels numbered duakan. Pregnant people are strange. His emotions are also hard to guess.

Arriving at Aishah's house immediately welcomed her husband's arrival, because Aishah had been waiting for her in the living room. Radit immediately rushed towards the kitchen. Looks like Aishah can't wait to taste her husband's cooking. Several times Aishah appeared to give instructions to her husband who was struggling to create fried rice worthy of consumption.

Radit carefully put the ingredients he had formulated into the frying pan, according to the direction of the video he was watching directly on the internet. Radit's professional chef's tub is wearing his apron and special chef's hat. Even Aishah was seen several times immortalizing her husband's rare moments. Finally after a long struggle, Radit managed to make a serving of fried rice ala-ala. Radit called it a special fried rice ala chef Radit. Proudly he showed his hard work to his wife who was ready at the dinner table.

"Welcome to enjoy the special fried rice from dear Chef Radit." Radit placed a plate full of fried rice in front of Aishah.

"Hmmm, it smells good. Let's eat together baby, surely Radit's already very hungry." Aishah began to taste Radit's fried rice carefully. Because even though the shape looks very delicious, but Aishah is not sure about the taste. This is her husband's first meal.

"Well, sweetie. Let's hunt we eat together. That means Radit has to cook for me often." Aishah seemed to eat the fried rice made by Radit greedily.

Seeing Aishah eating his fried rice voraciously, Radit finally ate it too. Although in fact he was a bit doubtful about the results of his own cooking.

Whaaat! why is salty like this said delicious. But let the important thing Aishah and my future son like. Great for the first meal too.

Radit muttered inwardly, while continuing to stuff a mouthful of fried rice into his mouth. It feels bad for a normal tongue size. Tapu is not for Aishah's tongue, it seems that Aishah likes her husband's salty cooking.