HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

POV the handsome

Day after day I went through with great joy and happiness, the news of Sabrina's pregnancy made me more excited about my days that were no longer easy.

I was used to getting ease in all previous affairs, but this was another thing that was clearly different, no matter how much wealth and possessions I had, but it was something else, it would not be able to compensate for all the happiness that Sabrina had given.

I lived it so easily, I always routinely visited the obstetrician to learn things about pregnant women, her food, her habits, and all the things that my wife might feel.

If usually I always rely on others to clean up my business, this time I intervened myself and lived it with all my heart.

I don't go to work every day, just a few times a week just for the sake of urgency, I don't want to leave Sabrina facing her days alone.

"Well, has my wife had lunch?" ask someone on the phone there. Not only did I ask Sabrina directly, but I also monitored her through those closest to me.

"Emm, already, sir. But ..." answered.

"What's wrong? doesn't he like the food you've prepared?" ask again.

"Miss wants food cooked directly by her aunt at her parents' house, bi Ijah," Salimah said.

"Can't you cook the food my wife wants?"

"We did our best, sir. But, miss seems to be less like, she just tasted and then did not continue her lunch," explained Salimah.

"Well, thank you, Salimah."

I close the call with a feeling of uneasiness, how can the best chef flagship restaurant-resto famous in this city that I employ at home can not make the cuisine that my wife wants.

It seems like there is no other way, I have to come to Sabrina's parents' house and ask the person in intent to cook the dish.

After all, such food would be hard to find in a city area like this. Most regional specialties can only be cooked by certain people who come from the area.

Because of the uneasy feeling of thinking my beloved wife was not having a taste for lunch, I ended the job and immediately drove a fast car towards the residence of Sabrina's parents.

"Good afternoon, mother," I said to the mother-in-law sitting on the porch.

"Well, what's going on with Arga coming here? why not give me the word on the phone first? Come on, come in," said the surprised mother. Then I followed her steps into the living room.

"Did Ijah exist, ma'am?" ask me directly to the point so that my wife's wishes quickly realized.

"Why suddenly find bi Ijah. The guy's coming home, son. Today is the wedding day of his eldest son, already home a week ago," replied the curious mother

Lothawat! How would it be like this.

"Sabrina, want to eat noodles and ferocious artificial acid bi Ijah, ma'am." I gulped, imagining the face of my wife who might be disappointed.

"Can't the cook at home cook it?" ask mother.

"Already, Mom. But it doesn't taste right with Sabrina's tongue, it looks like she just wants the food made directly by bi Ijah."

"Bi Ijah will be back here the day after tomorrow, son. How about you ask your next-door neighbor ART to make it, he's also a native of Java, still a distant relative bi Ijah."

Wow, that's a great idea. My exclamation in the spirit.

"Bye, Mom. I'll give that person a reward later, but can you hurry up?"

"Before a while, mother called her friend's mother first, she's her employer" replied the mother as she passed to her room.

After a while, my mother-in-law came back from the room with happy news, ART who was meant to agree to cook the high-pitched noodles and acid ferocious I mean.

Because of the cooking process and having to buy some ingredients that are lacking, I decided to go home first, surely Sabrina was already restless waiting for me, let this cuisine later I told the driver to take it.

After saying my point, I immediately said goodbye to my mother-in-law and drove my car in medium speed to go home.

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"Honey, why are you home late?" sabrina asked, I have never been home more than two in the afternoon since she became pregnant.

"So, I have important business, honey. I'm sorry to make you anxious" I said and hugged my now fatter woman.

"Good, Honey. Sorry yes." I gently ruffled her neatly combed hair.

"Oh yeah, how's the food you asked for? the chef cooked it?" I pretended not to know.

"Emm, I ...."

"Why, Honey? you don't like it, do you?"

"I want the dish cooked directly by bi Ijah, not by the chef in this house," he replied, tapping my chest with his fingers.

"Aren't chef's dishes tasty, honey?"

"Enak, but I don't know why I want it made by bi Ijah," he said, looking down, maybe he was afraid if I was angry because I refused the dishes that had been made by the chef.

Ah, maybe this is one of the things experienced by pregnant women that I have read in several articles, this is more familiar in the name of Ngidam. Right no?

I was first faced with a pregnant woman, but armed with several acquaintances doctors and friends, especially the internet that I can access easily, he said, I am always looking for as much information as possible about anything pregnant women experience.

I do not want to be a husband who is poor in knowledge and poor in knowledge about women during pregnancy, at least I gave my best to my wife as she spent her days carrying our baby in her womb.

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It was almost night time, the driver I told to take the food that Sabrina meant had arrived, I asked the waiter to prepare everything at the dinner table for dinner.

"Honey," she said suddenly spoiled, hugging me from behind as I just came out of the bathroom.

"Yes, Honey. What's up?" I asked while turning around.

"So afternoon you went to my mother's house to ask bi Ijah to cook a cold and ferocious noodle?" She asked with teary eyes.

"Where do you know, honey?"

"Mom just called, told me."

Wouldn't mother also tell him if the cuisine is not bi Ijah who cook huh?

"Thank you, Honey. I love you," she shed tears. Funny my wife, she easily cried sobbing because she was happy even though I only gave her a gift of chocolate.

After the drama that happened for a while, I immediately put on clothes and took her to the dining table, she already looks very impatient to immediately eat the dishes that have been sent by her mother.

"How, Honey?" I was curious, because his face that was full of enthusiasm a few seconds ago has now changed lost taste.

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