I'm Not an Actor

It's gonna be a little while,,, yeah,,,

After breakfast, Yoga felt nauseous. Then she ran to the bathroom and vomited all her stomach contents.

"What's wrong with you, Ga?" I squinted his nape.

"I don't know. I think it's in the wind. My stomach is so nauseous."

I helped him clean his mouth and hands. Then follow him back to the dining table.

"Keep that fried rice away. The smell makes my stomach nauseous."

I put away the fried rice while continuing to laugh. I'm pregnant, she's nauseous. But nothing, even delicious. I don't need to use any vomiting show.

"Why are you laughing? Ugly?" Yoga Face already looks very good.

"No. Just a little bit of a smile."

"What's? Cocky? So you see me vomiting like that?" Yoga has a fierce face.

"hey are. It'll be fair. I'm pregnant, you're morning sickness. Haha."

"You mean?"

"Sometimes there is Ga, his pregnant wife, his cravings husband. Yeah, like you."

Yoga patted her forehead. Then lean his head.

"It turns out it's not very good to crave. Stomach nausea. Smells of nothing taste bad. Where sometimes he wants to eat strange food."

"You're the one chasing me to get pregnant. You're just sick of doang. I still have to bring your son here for nine months. Two more." I pointed at my flat stomach.

Yoga took my hand and stroked my stomach.

"It's fine there, Papa's hero. Later if you guys take Papa around the world."

"Eits. Before they were born, the promise was kept."

"What promise?" Yoga forgets what you've been pretending to forget?

"Honey moon!" answer me firmly.

"Oh yes. But then yes, if I don't feel nauseous anymore. It wouldn't be so good on the street that I'm vomiting."

"Ah, later!" I pretended to be angry. Though I don't want honey moon even mengurusi people vomiting.

"Well, how is dong? Today I did not go to the office. My stomach is so nauseous."

"Yes. I was just kidding. I also don't want you on the road vomiting. It's thought you went to get the villagers!"

Yoga pinched my nose. His face looks really upset.

"Yes, you rest there. What will you be cooking later in the day?"

"Ah, that's it. Don't talk about food first. My stomach's getting nauseous." Yoga then went into the room.

I saw him fall asleep. His face was a little pale. It's so sorry for him.

I'll cook for lunch later. I don't need to leave the house. Fear Yoga is still limp and can not focus on driving a car.

"Weed...! What the hell is this smell?" yelling Yoga from the room.

I turned off the stove first. Then come to the room.

"Paste for our lunch" I replied.

"No need. The circle is all. I can't stand the same smell!"

"Keep on it, Ga? Awkwardly, soon to die."

"Don't, Wid. I can't stand the same smell." Yoga runs straight to the bathroom. Which means getting closer to the smell of my cooking.

Yoga is getting more like people fainting. I was in a hurry to get rid of my cooking. And I cleaned up the kitchen so that there was no trace of it at all.

Well, if this is the way, will eat carelessly again. The time everyone wants to eat must buy, or mengumpet let not kiss smell the same Yoga.

It turns out that people crave not only to trouble themselves, but also to trouble others.

Yoga returned to the room and curled up. His body feels weak he said.

Ten in the morning, mom called. He asked us and our baby. But not the news of an up-to-date baby. Because we haven't announced it to anyone.

"Our news is good, ma'am. Just Yoga again nausea stomach. Now his body is limp. Looks like he's the one who craves" I said on the phone.

"It is good that Yoga cravings" said the mother.

"Good crap, Mom?" my question is not to understand.

"Yes, that means your baby will be healthy. You can eat anything."

"So you're not cooking today?" ask mother.

"No, Ma. Want to buy also lazy out. Yoga certainly does not want to send, because he is not energetic."

"Yes already. You're at home. I'll be there."

I didn't say what time it was and who.

I cleaned the house. It's not good if later mom comes here still messy house.

It turned out that shortly after the phone call, mom came with Tari. Diamonds are also.

I woke up Yoga still curled up.

"Ga. Wakes up. There's a mother's equal dance."

"Say I'm not feeling well anymore." Yoga put the blanket back together.

"Udah. I even said you were cravings."

"What?" Yoga and sitting up.

"Kok you said that anyway? I'm embarrassed?" yoga Protest.

"Why then, Ga? That's natural. That means your child does not want to trouble his mother. The papa must also be part of the hassle," said the mother who happened to pass by want to go to the bathroom.

"Did they know you were pregnant?" tanya Yoga slowly.

"They are the first edition. If they're up to date they don't know yet" I replied.

"Do you not tell them?"

Ih, it's so gaunt. I want to shake his head. If I say it first, there will be another case like the first edition yesterday. Not saying, but told to say.

"You're the one who said. Let's wake!"

"Say what?" Mom's back again.

"No, Ma. Later," I said.

"Let's get a spit, Ga."

I pulled out the blanket. And with a gontai step, Yoga out of the room.

"If you are still nauseous, just fall asleep Ga. What do you want to eat? Later let Dance find it," said mother.

Dance laughed out loud. Yoga throws it with a small pillow.

"There also turned out to be, gentlemen. What's it like, Bang?" Dance again laugh.

Yoga is getting upset.

"It has. Dance don't sneak so ah. You want to eat meatballs, huh? Or chicken noodles?"

"Just meatballs, ma'am," replied Yoga.

Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. Circumferential meatballs pass by.

"That's it, Ga. Don't come out." Yoga agreed.

I ordered four servings. We welcome the meatballs delivered to the living room with a hungry look. Especially if I had a little breakfast this morning.

I stirred up the meatballs, a very pleasant distinctive aroma wafted out. Yoga runs straight to the bathroom.

We all looked towards him.

"Why Yoga, Wid?" tanya Dance.

"Howek, howek."

"Huh...? Up her side?"

I'm nodding.

"That's so. Can thin him if you keep up," said Tari.

"It won't be long. At least until the age of four months only," said the mother.

"How many months is your gestational age?" ask Dance again.

"Two months."

"That means the next two months she's still like that?"

I'm nodding. Dance patted her forehead.