Late Wedding?

Reynand & Overwhelming Attitude

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"Where are you going?" reynand asked with her voice still sounding rather hoarse, the effect of waking up.

Both of Reynand's eyes were still half-open, with his head slightly raised. Looking at me who is now preparing to get out of bed.

I turned towards Reynand while tying my original hair. "Bathroom, get some ablution water. Want subuhan. You wake up too, dong."

Reynand muttered with her head nodding and eyes closed again. "Yes, later, you're done."

I nodded, then rushed towards the bathroom for ablution. When I was done, I went straight out of the bathroom, and Reynand was still asleep. I sighed resignedly then grabbed the bolster to wake him up.

"Mas, pray shubuh first, yuk! Later on, sleep will be continued."

"Hmmm, five minutes. Uh, no, two minutes. Yeah, two minutes is enough. I'm still sleepy about it, which is."

"Wake up now, Mom! Astagfirullah! It can be connected again. Come on, hunt awake! So the priest of the household, not just the gift of birth and inner. But give me a good example for his mum, dong," I said later.

Reynand then glanced at me, and clucked in annoyance. With an unreasonable expression, he then woke up. Rubbed one eye, then pulled out the blanket and got out of bed.

"Be careful, it's his eyes opened first, it will crash," I said, warning, because Reynand immediately came down from the bed with both eyes that were not yet fully opened, the road was still staggering.

"Yes, my dear," Reynand replied, not really following my words. Because after saying that, Reynand's forehead hit the wall.

"Kan, I'm told my wife doesn't do it. Busty?"

Reynand turned to me grimacing and said, "Hehe, don't bang dong. That's the time of the prayer."

"Udah, hunt wudhu!" I said later.

Reynand showed off her smile and gave a thumbs up. Only then did he enter the bathroom for ablution. Shortly after Reynand came out, and we performed congregational prayer.

"What breakfast are you having this morning?" ask me while folding the mukena and also our prayer mats.

"What do you want?" Reynand asked back.

"I don't want anything. So, breakfast follows you."

"Well, is chicken porridge papa?" bargain Reynand, start getting ready to go back inside his blanket.

I put our prayer and prayer mats in their original place. "Cock chicken porridge? I mean, I want to cook for our breakfast, you know. Did you tell me to make this chicken porridge?"

"No need!"

"What's it going to do?" I couldn't help but look confused.

"No need, cook, I will buy chicken porridge," Reynand replied with both eyes that now began to shut.

I immediately clucked while dabbing my waist. "Kok even buy porridge anyway, Mas?" angry protests.

"Yes, you're pregnant, which. Young pregnant it says we have to be super careful."

"Saking heart, did you forbid me to cook?"

Reynand did not say anything to answer me, she just gave her thumbs up as a sign of an answer.

I gawked for a few seconds, then scooped my face in frustration. Jesus, husband!

"Astagfireullah! It's not very dong, Mas. I'm healthy, okay, I'm not nauseous either. Time just to cook can't."

Reynand opened both of her eyelids, changing her position to sit. Then staring. "Well, you want Siska?"

I cringed and looked at him in wonder. Honestly, I don't really remember whose name it was. Who is he, his ex-girlfriend?

Not remembering the name Reynand mentioned just now, I then shook my head as a sign of reply.

"No. Who is he? Your ex?"

Reynand clucked while shaking firmly. "No. He was the one who helped me in the old office still fit Risha nebeng, but now it's freelance anyway because he already has a baby."

I'm shaking. "I don't know."

"Here, that one, that makes you jealous as crying, just as you want to turn my jacket back on. Siska accidentally hums a cable or whatever it is, she wants to fall, keep me on hold so that she does not fall. Uh, but you're out-hunting"

I hit Reynand with a pillow. "I'm not jealous, am I?" I snapped emotion, "somehow I also remember something that is not so important."

"What about jealousy? You were obviously jealous at that time. The proof, you run around without a breath, keep putting my jacket on the stairs. Where do you use that cry scene again, the evidence is enough to explain everything, dear."

"You know, I want to cook. If you don't want me to cook, I'll cook for myself. You will continue to snack on your own."

"What then? Don't cook dong, Siska--"

"What the hell did you mention him? A crush?"

"Buset, are you still jealous now? Astagfirullah, I told you we're just partners, baby. In the past, now, or the future, we are partners and will remain partners no more."

I stared at Reynand flatly as I crossed my hands in front of my chest. "You're so cool, so is he a partner?"

"Huh?"

"You know, I'm cooking."

"Eh, don't cook, baby!" prevent Reynand and then catch up with me.

I nodded in agreement then looked at him cynically. "Okay, I'm not going to cook. But you cook, then. How's it?" tantangku later.

"Huh? Me?" Reynand pointed to himself unsure, "you're not afraid of stomach pain or anything like that?"

"Yes, I'm cooking."

"That's more impossible! Okay, I'm cooking, but you give me instructions what should I do? Okay, deal?"

Unexpectedly, Reynand suddenly thrust out her palm, inviting me to shake hands.

In that instant, I immediately gawked. This isn't true anyway?

"You're not serious about this, are you?" I just don't believe it.

"What looks like that?"

I shook my head, as a sign of an answer, because I didn't know.

"Yes, come on!"

"Well?" I was like a fool.

"Cooking, baby. But you're sitting on them anyway."

I looked back at Reynand in disbelief. "Mas, you don't feel, if your attitude is excessive and also unnatural?"

With his casual face, Reynand shook his head. "No, I think this is natural. His name is a standby husband, a good father-to-be, mah, look, baby. Okay, yuk!"

I clucked while shaking my head. Not enough to understand his attitude now. Astagfirullah! Whose husband is this?

"Don't you trust your own husband?"

"Like this part, I can't really believe you, Mas" I said, shaking my head once more.

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"No need to work, I can still afford to charge you with our baby candidates."

Astagfirullah! Start again, right? I am ready to go to the boutique. But amazingly annoying, Reynand suddenly sulked and asked me to sit still at home and wait for his return. Oh, my God, this isn't right.

With a sigh of resignation, I finally sat down beside Reynand. Glanced at it at a glance and said, "Mas, don't start, plis! I'm fine, I don't think there's anything wrong with me. That is, I have not been mageran like yesterday-yesterday, have not been nauseous what else vomiting. So, can you stop being so overdone? I've been depressed for a long time, Mom, if you keep going."

"I don't just work because I make money. But, because I like my job. I also have responsibilities, Mom. Plis, I really need you to understand this time," I said later.

"But I'm worried, baby. I'm..."

I'm clucking gaunt. "What the hell are you worried about? I'm fine, Mom. I'm just pregnant."

"Well, it's because you're pregnant, baby. I don't want you to do anything," Reynand replied still insistent.

I patted my forehead fat. Seriously, I really feel frustrated in the face of Reynand's current attitude. I can't stand it if I have to deal with this for a long time.

"Can't you believe I can take care of our son?" emotional mine.

Both of my eyes then glanced at Reynand sharply. My emotions were ready for me to spit out this very second, actually, but as much as possible I held back.

"No, baby, I mean-"

"Keep what?!" irked me.

"Yes, yes, we're leaving now. You don't get emotional! The baby will be stressed."

I glanced sharply. "You're the one who's making me emotional and stressed too, Mom."

Reynand immediately huffed. Like not daring to answer my words at all. Just embrace my shoulder while nodding, then invite me to leave immediately.

"Don't do it again, ah, make a sensi."

"Yes, yes, no more. It's our first child, baby, it's natural that-"

"This is, uh, unnatural, ma'am. You're overreacting," cut me off.

"Okay, I'm exaggerating."

I just snorted in response. Than being upset yourself, right? Then we left after.

"Remember, don't be tired! No need, ngoyo! If you are tired, yes, yes. Rest."

"Hmmm," my response was sober.

"So that's the response" Reynand protested after kissing my forehead.

"What do you want?"

I glanced at him cynically, my emotions that were still left. Still pissed I feel.

"Yes, go in! Don't be tired!"

"Yeahaaa."

"I'm leaving. Assalamualaikum!" he said then get in the car.

"Wa'allaikumussalam," I replied before entering the boutique.

"Good morning, my mother. The brighter the aura," welcome Sandra while giggling amusedly.

I snorted in annoyance and protested, "Didn't see my jutek's face now, San? Haven't met Cogan, yeah, his eyes aren't that focused."

Hearing my grunts, Sandra immediately burst out and nodded in agreement. "Truly Mbak Qilla, today has not been consumed it. Have not seen that clear-clear from earlier, the plan anyway want to nginip hot daddy candidate Mbak Qilla, just I like to miss that deh."

"Asem, you! Wanna be an actor, huh?"

Sandra is back. "The man's husband is teasing, Ma'am," he's shameless.

I immediately nodded. "According to change? Keep flocking, how are they?"

"To the sea," answered Sandra jutek, "already, ah, why so discuss it. Mending discussing Mbak Qilla, so why today his face jutek again. Duh, that pregnant woman should have her face beaming, Ma'am."

"Rey, bad balls again."

"For sensi, yes, Ma'am," ringis Sandra was timid.

"No!!"

"Certainly? Sit down, sit down!" take Sandra, while leading me to the couch, "want Sandra to make tea or grab some water, or-"

"No! Thanks." Thanks."

"OK, sip. So, why, Mommy?"

"Reynand bummer, San," I'm frustrated.

Sandra grimaced once more. "Hehe, I'm sorry, Ma'am, didn't Qilla just say that. Why not just follow up right away? Sorry, ma'am."

"You don't be upset, dong," I'm upset.

"Huh?" Sandra gawked for a few seconds, then nodded resignedly. "Yes, yes, continue, Ma'am!"

"So, gini, Rey tuh, so cute. The time to avoid me working, to avoid me cooking, anyway he so be a baffle and also bad byebelin. I'm seling, San."

"Yes, his name is husband, Ma'am. Kan, Mas Rey just wants to give his best, although, yes a little bit excessive according to Mbak Qilla. Just-just-"

"Ah, you're not cool. Belain Rey continues."

"Loh, I don't believe Mas Rey. Sandra cum-"

"I went straight up" I said, standing up and leaving Sandra.

**Tbc,

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