FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

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Today, Zain's Sunday is off work, while Mamah and Papah are staying at the house of Aunt Meta.

My gestational age is now at the age of two months, nausea, dizziness, still often dominates, even I feel worse than before. It feels like morning sicknes is really bad, in the morning I routinely still nauseous vomiting, when I smell onions and oil I also vomit again, even when Zain drinks the milk I keep vomiting. Huhh .. I can only enjoy all this pregnancy process.

But, I have her seneng also pregnant, since I was pregnant, Zain so extra attention to me. He often helps me with my home business. Like today, though,

“Sister, let me wash my clothes, Brother is silent yes” with a swift Zain snatching dirty clothes, separating clothes that must be washed with a washing machine, and clothes that must be washed manually. After finishing sorting the clothes, Zain put his clothes into the washing machine. Wash some clothes manually. I smiled at her behavior, lucky for me, had a husband who would care about all the affairs of the house, while I was like this.

“Kakak, don't nyapu, here let me just turn in” sprightly back Zain grabbed the broom I was holding, then continued the work that I had worked on.

“Kakak, do not mop, later I will be the pel” again he exclaimed, I gave up again. Leave all the housework to her.

To be honest I'm not happy, if all the work that should be done by me, but must be worked on by Zain, but what else?? Have a good husband like that??.

“Kakak, today I'm the cook, Brother want in masakin what??” tanyanya enthusiastic, after finishing working on everything.

“What aja Zain” I replied, while slipping a foot on the fur carpet in front of the television.

“I masakin chicken soup huh?” he asked, poking his head at the connecting door, between the kitchen and the television room.

“Iya” I answered briefly, while massaging the legs that sometimes feel crampy.

Zain was back in the kitchen, maybe now he was struggling in front of the stove, while I, grabbing the television remote, turned it on. I flicked at random the number on the TV remote. Until finally I found a cartoon film with Zain's favorite character, Doraemon.

Fifteen minutes passed, I was still watching. “Kakak, eat first” Zain brings a tray containing food of his work. Chicken soup, rice, and milk Pregnant women.

“Zain, I don't want to drink pregnant Mother's milk, it feels enek” I whine.

“Sister, must drink let strong” Zain brandish his circle of hands.

“Gak, you're the one who drank” I sulked.

“Sister, come on dong, drink milk do not spoiled” Zain thrust a glass of milk in front of me.

“What??? You said I was spoiled??? You well, how hearty to say I'm spoiled, I'm not spoiled!!” suddenly my heart ached as Zain said those words. I don't know ...

“Ah, yes sorry, I accidentally” Zain lowered his head, feeling guilty.

But, since I'm pregnant, I don't know, it feels like my ego is getting higher than Zain's, in contrast to Zain who now I think he's getting more patient with me.

“Drink yah” Zain again thrust the milk he was holding.

“Gak!!” I turned my face.

“Come dong Kak”

“Gak!! you're the one who drank” I'm still sulking.

“Become well, I drank” threatened Zain.

“Iya,” I replied while refocusing on tv.

Guk ... guk ... guk .. sound of the middle man drinking with emotion, I lyric Zain with the tail of my eyes.

“Whhaaattt??? Zain you drink the milk??” I glanced, not believing that Zain would really drink my pregnant mother's milk.

“Huuuaaaaa .. Why are you drinking anyway??” I grumbled.

“Tadi, he said tell me who drank” Zain pursed his lips.

“Ya but right?” confused, I don't know what to say, I actually told him to drink his milk, but how to drink really anyway?? That's milk for pregnant women, not ordinary milk. Ck.

“Udah, now eat the soup, don't tell me anymore who should eat everything” threatened Zain.

“Emmhhh ... Zain we go for a walk, I want to eat the cireng at the end of the alley” take me.

Zain rolled his eyes, looking very irritated at my behavior this morning.

“Eat first Kak” Zain thrust his homemade soup in front of me.

“Gak! I want to eat cireng aja” I'm still sulking.

“Yes have left” Zain standing, guiding my hand to go buy the siren of my desire.

We walked down the street complex, this morning the streets are quite crowded by people who just run in the morning, or do other activities. Understand Sunday, so many people spend the morning just to exercise.

Along the way there were countless people who were looking at us with admiring gazes, but, some were looking at us with envious gazes. Well that's how people are, always having a different look.

“The cirengnya five ya” arrived at the place where the mamang cireng seller, Zain immediately ordered, while I sat waiting in a chair provided by the merchant.

“Neng, excuse” suddenly The plump-bodied mother sat beside me, I shifted to give her space to sit.

“Neng, again buy cireng also well??” tanyakanya.

“Iya bu” I smile while mangosteen.

“Sama his sister ya neng??” he asked again, while glancing at Zain, who was standing beside the Mamang who was wrapping the siren we ordered.

I shut up, then smiled “Not, that's my husband” I replied.

“Hah?? Her husband?? Very handsome,” Si Mother is smiling.

“Thank you Bu” there is a sense of pride in my heart, yes indeed, Zain handsome, cute and funny. Who wouldn't want to have a husband like Zain.

“Congratulations, Nengnya beautiful, her husband is handsome” again the Mother praised me and Zain, if the mamang si si si si si si sirens do not use the roof, maybe ni noses have flown time yes. Heeee.

“Thank you Bu” again just that word I can say.

“Kakak, yuk yuk tahun” Zain brandished his siren pack, then led me to go home. After I say goodbye to the curvaceous mother, I also follow Zain's steps.

With my arms wriggling spoiled at Zain's hands, I continued walking towards the house.

Many fortunately also have a husband brondong, besides he wants to be involved with the affairs of the house, I also become a PD really if the streets are the same Zain. She is handsome and young anyway, hheee .. turned out to have a husband brondong was quite recommended really.

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