I'm Not an Actor

I was the one, too, man, and,,

The next day everything went normal again. Since waking up, Yoga began to be friendly again. I don't want to ask why Yoga stayed away yesterday.

I chose to shut up and forget everything as if nothing had ever happened.

Yoga breakfast as usual with a makeshift morning menu as well. Because I don't know why, I don't really like cooking. So I cooked it for that.

Fortunately, Yoga did not protest. And the days after.

Even if I have no interest in eating in the morning, I also force to eat even if only a little. At least in a day my stomach got food other than fruit.

Yoga never knew that every day I eat more fruit. Even the fruit stock in the refrigerator is always full.

That evening finished the evening workout, Yoga thirst and take a cold drink in the refrigerator.

"Wid. There are a lot of fruit in the refrigerator. From whom?"

Yoga rarely opens the refrigerator. Because almost every day he leaves early in the morning and comes home always at night.

If he comes home, I make him some hot tea or coffee. Even if you drink water, Yoga prefers boiled water that I keep in the pitcher.

"I bought it. Why?"

"Oh. It's nothin. It is good that you eat a lot of fruit. You rarely do sport."

Means safe. Yoga doesn't ask more questions about the fruits.

This morning at breakfast, Yoga told me not to cook for him. Because he'll have a meeting till night at the restaurant. I will eat before I go home.

He offered me what I wanted, so I could order it at the restaurant.

I refused because I no longer had any taste for food.

But at night Yoga ate after the meeting, he showed off a variety of delicious dishes. One of them is a fruit salad that really seduces me.

"I'd like to bring you a fruit salad, Ga. I think it's delicious" I replied during a Yoga video call and I saw all the dishes.

"Capcaynya very good. Especially this chicken satay. Want huh? I'll order it."

"No, Ga. I'm already full. I want the salad."

And Yoga really brought me a box of fruit salad.

I just brushed it out without leaving. It feels really amazing.

"His words were full. But that much is spent alone" Yoga says.

"Would you have wanted to?"

"Yes. It can be eaten tomorrow again. Sore your stomach too much salad. It tastes sour." Kirain Yoga wants to, I will not be good because I spend it alone without offering it.

"It's okay, Ga. My stomach is holding. But the real thing tastes good. Buy it again tomorrow, will you?" my door.

"Wow, if you buy at a restaurant that far away. What if I buy it somewhere else?"

I was disappointed with the Yoga answer. But that's okay, who knows it tastes just as good.

In the morning my stomach was sick. I went to the bathroom many times and vomited my stomach.

It may be true, Yoga says. I ate too much fruit salad last night. The sour taste of yogourt made my stomach nauseous.

"Tuh, right. What did I say too? You say you're a wayward."

Yoga continued to nag before finally leaving for work.

Yoga called me. He asked me if my stomach was still nauseous.

For the sake of making Yoga not worried, I just say that my stomach is fine.

I also stop eating fruits so that the stomach does not get nauseous.

But I also could not enter any other food. As a result my body limp. Even fever.

Yoga is not too late. He was so excited to know that I had a fever.

"We're going to the doctor?"

"No ah. I'm lazy to get out."

"And get in the car. You don't have to be tired of walking."

Suddenly in my head was like a picture of seafood fried rice. I swallowed my saliva.

"Ga. Don't buy me seafood fried rice. I'm hungry."

"Other fried rice dong. Your stomach is heartburn again, fearing it will be more heartburn."

"But I want that, Ga."

"Buy the other rice, right? I'm leaving now."

I still refused even though Yoga was craving other foods.

Finally with a heavy heart, Yoga set out to also buy seafood fried rice.

I who was hungry, immediately brushed the fried rice after Yoga came home.

Yoga buy two packs. Apparently he also wanted. My own is finished first.

"Cepet ate it. Must not have read Bismillah yet."

"Hehehe. Eventually, Ga. Hunting laper."

"Hat habit!"

Yoga also consumes the food. After eating we talked for a while before going to bed.

The next morning replace Yoga with stomach pain. She's sick and puking like I was yesterday.

I helped Yoga who went back and forth to the bathroom spit out his guts. And Yoga ends up in bed like I did yesterday.

That's how it went for days with me and Yoga. We alternate nausea. Although the next one did not go as limp as the first one.

In terms of eating as well. Kepinnya. Sometimes I want something and it has to be done. The next day Yoga suddenly came home with food and he ate it himself without offering me.

Weird too. I kept thinking, what's wrong with us?

The third month of my marriage to Yoga, I began to think why I had not menstruated as well.

Yoga has never discussed or asked me again about my menstruation. Maybe he was afraid of being disappointed again.

I don't want to talk about it either, afraid Yoga is disappointed and moves away again. Ugly him if again cranky. Not angry but not reprimanding.

This afternoon I was going to the doctor. Not to check the pregnancy, but to ask why I haven't been to the moon.

I accidentally didn't tell Yoga. He also said he would be home at night. So be safe if I go to the doctor in the afternoon. Yoga will not know.

"Good afternoon, Mom. Please sit down." The female doctor read my medical records that the nurse had asked about during the registration.

"So Mom hasn't come by the moon as well for three months. Have you ever had a urine test?"

"Already, Doc. A month ago. But the result is negative."

"OKAY. Now Mom lay yuk. Let's see what's the cause?"

I also lay down. My clothes were slightly exposed and my stomach began to be smeared with gel for the ultrasound process.

"What is this, Mom? I'm already pregnant.Two in fact, Mom. And it's been almost eight weeks, ma'am."

I was surprised to hear that. My son has two? I'm trying to look at the monitor screen following the motion of the ultrasound device.

"These are the baby candidates, ma'am." The doctor shows two moving points.

"good. Healthful. Only my mother kept the diet. Do not do heavy activities. You understand that, Mom?"

I'm nodding.

"If the second child is no longer burdensome. Moreover, the health condition of the mother is also good."

"Then why was it a month ago that the testpack time was negative, Doc?" I'm still wondering about this one.

"Hormone factor only, Mom. Maybe if a week later you use the testpack again, it can look positive."

I'm nodding. Although still not understanding. Moreover, Yoga which is also often nauseous and likes to have the desire to eat something like a person cravings, the more it makes me fail to understand.

Or maybe, I'm pregnant but the craving Yoga? Or replace the cravings. Because my son's candidate has two.