HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Noodles & Pungent Acid

Almost thirty minutes I was sitting, my back was tired and my eyes were sleepy, I was used to living my days with rubbing, so when I was suddenly taken for a walk, I'm easily sleepy.

Oh my God, he bought anything?

I saw my handsome husband pushing a trolley that was filled with various things to the mountain, behind him a shopkeeper also pushed one trolley that was the same as a pile of rods.

"Why so much, Honey?" many confused.

"It's for your needs during pregnancy, honey. There's pregnant milk, pregnant biscuits, slippers, blankets, pillows, bolsters, etc."

"What is no less? why don't you just buy this store, Honey." I said.

"Is this less? if I'm less going to buy this store all together," he replied seriously, he didn't seem to mess with what he said, even though I just meant to make fun of him.

"Hmm, this is too much, Honey. Why buy things that will only be used temporarily."

"Why indeed? I have a lot of money, why else would I cuss my money if it wasn't to please my wife."

"All right, it's up to you, Honey."

My husband went to the cashier's desk and paid for four large bags of groceries for a total of millions.

Sultan mah is free to buy anything, never love the same money. What is my day that is just a peyek crumb.

After he was done with the payment, he immediately summoned a Bimo bang that stood pecking at the door to carry all of these items.

Looking at the bimo bang who had so much trouble carrying four large bags of crackles at once, my husband ended up paying a few people to help him get all the groceries into the car.

"What do you want to eat, honey?" I even forgot it was time for lunch.

"I want to eat .. what yes ...."

"What's? we'll stop by for a meal first."

"Eat the sweet sour gurame, taste the most, huh?"

"Ready, slide, honey."

We immediately headed to the parking lot, then told bang Bimo to take us to a large restaurant in the middle of the city that is famous for its seafood.

Finally, after a long time I can again feel the delicious foods that shake the tongue. Usually it was just the tasteless and bitter taste I felt, this time my tongue returned to normal. What a joy that is invincible.

"You want to add?" my husband asked when he saw that the rice on my plate had run out.

"No, Honey. If it's too much, it's nausea" I replied. Though I have also eaten very much, this has exceeded my portion of food when I was still fat-buried body first.

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Day after day, I felt my body more expanded, in addition to the belly that bulged because the little one was growing, but I had also accumulated a lot of fat in my body.

"Honey," called me softly, as the man was busy wearing his shirt preparing for work.

"What's up, honey? Don't you want me to stay at work?"

"Not so, I want to ...."

"You want? mornings like this are wanted again, not last night already? Is it less?" he set his eyes on me.

"I mean, I don't want that."

"What interest, dear? if it's less, I'll take another day off, we'll play around all day," he said, starting to bring his body closer to me, with my anxiety pinching the man's waist until he grimaced.

"Aww, sick, dear," he cried.

"I don't want a yes, I want to eat noodles as fierce as ever" I said as I wrestled spoiled on his arm.

"What food is that?" He frowned while trying to think

"That's typical middle Javanese food, bi Ijah used to love cooking food like that for me when at home."

"Where there's a restaurant selling it, I'll buy it for you, honey."

"I don't know" I replied. Indeed, during this city I have never found a restaurant that provides a menu like this.

"Maybe, but the taste should be similar to the artificial bi Ijah, yes." He agreed, so we headed to the dinner table for breakfast first.

For months I never came to the boutique, all this time only Riani was busy back and forth from the boutique, sewing house and to my house to always give a report of the progress of the boutique.

Several times I asked permission to visit the boutique, but nil, he never let me go.

Before the handsome guy went to the office, he always took the time to invite the little guy who was still a henchman in my stomach to just chat, he said, he never forgot to stroke my stomach which already looked a little bloated.

"Don't be naughty, Baby, take good care of mommy, daddy will be home in five hours," he said slowly, sticking his ear to my stomach.

I was always happy when he always took his busy time to pay attention to the little one in the stomach, it made me more excited about my more tiring days.

"The waiter will prepare the food you ordered later this afternoon, dear. I told them, "he said before leaving.

"Don't forget the vitamins and drugs in the drink, don't be too much behavior, spend the fruits delivered by the waiter, and don't forget to take a nap. One more thing, do not forget to reply to my message," he said without pause, every morning and every day when he went to work, he always said his mantra like that.

"Ready, Boss. Be careful on the road, don't go home too late." I hugged the man before he left, and then he kissed both sides of my cheek and my forehead.

After dropping her off and making sure she had left, I went straight back to the room. Every time he left me for work, I would spend my time reading novels, drawing new designs, or just watching television.

Activities that are just that always bored me.

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Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

The sound of knocking on the door was so shocking as I was still sitting relaxing on the long sofa while reading a novel.

"Get in" I said a little yelling for the knocker to hear.

"Lunch is ready, miss. On order, would you like to eat here or at the dinner table?" ask Salimah.

"I'll go to the dinner table, Salimah. In a minute, yeah."

With a happy heart, I immediately followed Salimah to the dining table. Before my husband left for work, he had already told the waiter that I wanted to eat some sour and ferocious noodles at lunch.

"How, Miss?" salimah asked looking worried, he noticed me who was scooping food in front of me.

"It's delicious, but ...."

"But what, Miss?"

"It feels different from the aunt's in my mother's house, Salimah. I want to eat artificial bi Ijah," I said carefully, afraid that Salimah would be offended.

"Is there a secret recipe?" ask Salimah.

"I don't know, but it feels different."

"What if the chef makes it again with a different taste, do you want to try it?"

"Ah, no need, Salimah. I'm full enough, thank you for trying to cook it" I said. Though I have not yet finished half a serving of the noodles and only tasted a little sour ferocious, but this time it did not taste right on my tongue.

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