Love of a Poor Girl
The Part 180
Steven was busy making food that he thought would be very liked by his wife.
Don't forget he only makes fresh ice for dessert.
2 Hours later.
“Finally so too, hope my wife likes it.”
Steven hoped his special cooking would not disappoint.
In the room.
Azizah fingered the other side of the bed however, not finding the whereabouts of the husband. He opened his eyes slowly.
“Honey!” call Azizah.
“Honey!” call Azizah again.
Where's husband? didn't you just come sleep here with me.
Because Steven did not come to him he rushed out of the room and looked for the whereabouts of the husband.
“Bi Ana, have you seen my husband?” ask Azizah.
“Young master is busy in the kitchen young mistress!” the Exclamation of Bi Ana.
“Thank you bi Ana!”
What is my husband doing in the kitchen? I'd better get to him soon.
Azizah stepped into the kitchen and was surprised to see her husband preparing food.
“Honey, this is where you buy?” ask Azizah.
“You don't see me wearing an apron and falling apart like this, baby? of course I cook sweet sour shrimp and a very delicious dessert!” shouts Steven excited.
“Serious you dear?” ask Azizah to make sure.
“Of course, I prepared all this takes 2 hours and only I cooked it myself,” Steven said confidently.
“Display is okay but, about the feeling I have a little doubt,” reply Azizah by frowning her forehead.
“Try darling! it will not disappoint!” pinta Steven to get his wife to try his cooking.
“Alright I will try it first!” exclamation Azizah.
Azizah took the shrimp that had been peeled by her husband, slowly put it in her mouth and began to chew it.
“How about dear?” ask Steven.
Azizah did not answer, but chewed the shrimp until it was in her mouth.
“Honey, if I can be honest it feels very delicious!” azizah shouted a little.
“Alhamdulillah, finally my cooking does not disappoint,” said Steven praised himself.
“We ate with bi Ana yes I love!” azizah pinta.
“Bby, besides in the pan is still a lot,” reply Steven.
Azizah to the living room and invited bi Ana to eat together, although she refused to finally Bi Ana wanted because Azizah continued to force her to eat together.
“Let's eat together!” bring Azizah.
Azizah served the husband first and then took the rice and side dishes for Bi Ana.
“Honey, let's lead do'a!” pinta Azizah to her husband.
Steven started reading the do'a before eating and was followed by Azizah and Bi Ana.
Bi Ana felt very touched by Azizah's kindness, she was never treated like Azizah was treating her back then.
Life like this that I like very much, mamah child when I grow up will be a useful child and should not be arrogant.
Long enough they enjoy eating together finally eating together is finished.
Azizah helped Bi Ana put the dirty dishes and the others in the dishwasher while Bi Ana was washing the dishes.
“Honey, it's afternoon let's take a shower!” take Steven.
“Iya darling!” exclamation Azizah.
“Bi Ana, our suitcase aunt put where?” ask Steven.
“Aunty put it in the room young master!” the Exclamation of Bi Ana.
Steven embraced Azizah's waist and walked towards the room.
“Dear we took a shower together yes! we haven't had a bath together in a long time!” take Steven.
“Do not want to love,” reject Azizah.
“I'm ashamed because my body has started to fat baby, later you will mock me again,” Azizah replied while pursing her lips.
Steven chuckled amusedly because he finally knew why the wife always refused to be invited to take a bath together.
“Darling, you are puffed up too is okay. Let's take a bath together I also want to play around with our son!” take Steven.
“Alright,” reply Azizah.
Azizah goes into the bathroom first and immerses herself in the bathtub, then Steven catches up with his wife.
“Warm,” says Azizah while closing her eyes.
Steven stroked Azizah's stomach and the child inside Azizah moved.
“You feel it baby?” ask Steven.
“Of course I feel it dear, our son is very sensitive if touched by you,” explained Azizah.
Azizah and Steven bathed together and cleaned up.
45 Minutes later.
Steven led Azizah out of the bathroom.
“Honey I can be alone,” said Azizah and sat on the chair of the dressing table.
“Alright, I will wear clothes first then I will dry your hair my wife!” exclaim Steven.
A few minutes later.
Steven came out of the dressing room while Azizah was still sitting.
“Because you have been wearing clothes, now I live dear,” said Azizah and entered the dressing room.
While waiting for his wife to finish, Steven turned on the hairdryer and dried his hair.
“I'm done baby,” said Azizah approached the husband.
Steven led the wife to sit down and began to dry Azizah's long hair.
“I haven't done this for you in a long time,” Steven said as he dried Azizah's hair.
“Really?” ask Azizah to make sure.
“Yes dear,” says Steven.
Azizah and Steven kept talking even they often threw jokes.
“Honey let's take a walk around this housing!” bring Azizah.
“By, the weather this afternoon is very sunny!” exclaim Steven.
The two of them went out of the room and rushed for an afternoon walk, Bi Ana who was sweeping the courtyard of the house saw the couple and greeted.
“Good afternoon young master and young mistress!” sapa Bi Ana's.
“Sore also Bi Ana!” exclamation Azizah.
Steven just threw a smile at Ms. Ana.
“You take an afternoon walk huh Young mistress?” ask Bi Ana.
“Iya Bi, the weather is good if you make an afternoon walk!” exclaim Azizah while embracing the arms of the husband.
“We go first huh Bi!” Pamit Steven's.
“Yes Young master and Young mistress!”
Azizah went for a walk while stroking her stomach, it seems like their future son liked the afternoon walk.
“Honey, how about tomorrow morning I grow crops?” ask Azizah who did not express her wishes.
“Bby, what do you want to grow?” asked Steven curiously.
“It looks like beans or a share of chilies and tomatoes!” exclamation Azizah.
“Alright, I will ask people to buy seedlings,” Steven explained.
“Honey, can we stay longer here?”
“What until our child is born?” ask Steven.
“No dear, I want our child to be born in Indonesia not here!” azizah pinta.
“3 months is enough?”
“If 3 months means my gestational age of 8 months more, well I agree 3 months we are here yes dear!” exclamation Azizah.
“Iya darling, 3 months.”
To be honest I was afraid to go back to Jakarta baby, it seems like the woman I saw was really Diandra.
For some reason he can go back to Jakarta, I'm afraid he'll make things we don't want.
