My Belittle Husband

NGIDAM EDITION

I sat on the porch of my house. Already a week of celebration at Neneng's house, the new clothes I wear were questioned by Fakhri mas when going there but fortunately I was good at breeding them so he did not ask much.

Lately I have been wanting a lot of things and my appetite is increasing besides that I have been almost two months late coming months, he said, I was afraid of my illness and did not think that I was pregnant, I asked Fakhri to accompany me to the hospital to check my health even though we initially argued but he finally wanted to accompany me, after the check it turned out that something had grown in my stomach and it made me happy.

"gold?"

"Yes, Deck, why?"

I rolled my eyes at the wine seller, and the mango juice.

"You want fruit?" ask Mas Fakhri.

I nodded.

"Mas, mas was horrifying itself, right, if pregnant people need to eat a lot of nutritious and eat a lot of fruit," I told Mas Fakhri.

Mas Fakhri nodded.

In my pregnancy, I did not feel excessive nausea at all, in fact, my appetite soared.

"Keep, Adek want to buy some fruit?"

I looked expectantly at Mas Fakhri, today it was like when I saw the green grapes, I wanted to eat them.

"No need, Dek, it's expensive. Where there is money that much," said Mas Fakhri.

I'm clucking, it's always like this. I felt like crying to hear the rejection of Mas Fakhri who did not want to buy fruit.

Are pregnant women really this sensitive? nothing is not granted, tears will gladly come down wetting the cheeks.

"Byeah, I, Deck. Why cry, have been silent, there are bananas in the house, eat it, cheap do not buy live pick in the garden itself." Fakhri nyerocos.

I feel emotion.

"Mas! Don't know what you're feeling like, do you? I'm pregnant with your child too, and you don't want to buy what you want, okay! Let him be born!"

I walked ahead of Mas Fakhri to the parked motorbike not far from the Midwife's house.

In front of the house of Midwife Yati, there is indeed a handyman selling fresh fruit and various fruit juices.

"Quick, Mas. Just go home."

Mas Fakhri looks at the lyrics here and there, maybe embarrassed because my voice is quite loud inviting curiosity of other patients who are waiting in line.

Mas Fakhri approached, then whispered to me.

"Come, Deck. Buy you green wine" he said slowly.

I smile triumphantly, feel you! I won this time.

Mas Fakhri bought a kilogram of green grapes for fifty-five thousand rupiah, although with a face that looks very heavy.

"This, Deck. Do not eat quickly, expensive Mas buy this tau," said Mas Fakhri ketus.

Ah, bodolah period, rarely can I make Mas Fakhri grant what I want.

"Thank you, yeah, Mom." My sweet smile is for Mas Fakhri.

An idea flashed through this head, just wait for you! Do not be stingy later, because this pregnancy needs to routinely check the content, ultrasound and eat nutritious food.

Not to mention buying baby equipment and so on, now I will make no more history of the ration of one hundred thousand for one week.

"Mas, milk for pregnant women Adek has not been bought," I said after returning from the Midwife's house.

"Ck, let alone this, Deck. Why should you drink milk, people of old do not suck to drink milk, even, their children remain healthy."

I rolled a lazy eyeball, do not know if you are, when I checked it I was asked to drink milk or not, what brand of milk I drink.

"Mas, the obstetrician is angry that pregnant women do not drink milk, pregnant women must be diligent to drink milk, so that the baby in the stomach is healthy, Mas," said I reasoned.

"Ais, there are only pregnant women, do not know yes, I've spent a lot of money all day.

I glare.

"Nonsense mas!"

"Not so, Deck. There's been a lot of money, now still asking for milk again."

"Mas, pregnant people are like that, try to ask people who have been pregnant, must have the same recipe, drink milk, check with the doctor regularly every month, take vitamins, take vitamins, eating nutritious food, I have brought another life in my stomach that must continue to be healthy until the birth of Mas," said I at length.

Mas Fakhri sighed tired, wrong who had been stingy Mas, weigh me down just buy a whim you take my daily shopping dime for a week.

"Yes, yes, Dek. Let's go to sleep."

Mas Fakhri covered the entrance into the room.

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Ting .. ting... ting .....

"So, meatball, meatball, meatball!"

The voice of the meatball seller was heard in my ear.

Fit once, early in the morning eating hot meatballs, where else last night heavy rain flushed the earth into a mixture that was clop once.

Given the smell of meatballs and hot steam that billowed, I also called Mas Fakhri who had not yet left for trading, because some of the merchandise was being delivered to a friend subscription to the house.

Mas Fakhri glanced.

"Wantas, why, Dek?" he asked while still looking at his phone.

"Buy there, Mas. Adek wants to eat meatballs this morning," I asked Mas Fakhri.

"Didn't you have a full plate of breakfast not too long ago, Dek? Still not full yet apparently?"

I'm shaking.

"No, Mas. Tasty like Mas, eat meatballs."

"Yes, buy there as you like, how many bowls buy as you like," he said thrusting the dark blue money.

Fun, if in the past, boro-boro was quickly given money to buy meatballs, eating meatballs alone can be counted on the fingers since marriage to Mas Fakhri, who was married to Mas Fakhri, it looks like Mas Fakhri has got guidance from his mother and hopefully his stingy nature is lost in the swallow of the earth.

In the past, I held it despite wanting to eat meatballs, afraid that the ration of a hundred thousand money would not be enough a week if I bought meatballs.

I walked towards the front porch, calling the meatballs passing in front of the house.

"Mang, meatballs!"

"Bakso, Neng?"

"Yes, Mang, one bowl, Mang. Uh a minute, Mas! I want to buy it too!" I shouted from the front porch.

The voice of Mas Fakhri answered yes, hem, it turns out that Mas Fakhri also wants to do it.

"Mang, the meatballs are two bowls, uh bentar, the bowl hasn't been taken inside, wait a minute, Mang."

"Yes, Neng."

I went inside the house again, took two white bowls, and then returned to the front porch.

"This, Mang. The bowl, which is a lot of pentol meatballs, yes, how much the total will not matter" I told Mang meatballs

Hahey! My style is like the sultan of this much money, kwkwkwk.

"Sip, China. Mamang prepare first, wait a minute, Neng.

As long as the meatball was formulated, I gulped, impatient to stare at the meatballs that looked tempting to the eyes.

"Here, Neng." Mamang bakso held out two bowls to me, before that I had given money to pay for the meatballs and received the change from the money I gave to Mamang bakso.

"Be careful, Neng. It's still hot."

"Yes, Mang. Thanks, Mang."

I went inside while carrying the dream meatball that I dreamed of, Mas Fakhri immediately took one bowl in my hand quickly.

"They took the bowl, it's hot."

"Eat, what else, well grab a spoon."

"Uh, Mum. Thanks, my dear."

I eat meatballs with a happy heart, ah, it turns out there is no need to eat luxury at a good price to be able to feel happy like dinner at a five-star restaurant.

Just eat meatballs with a spoon that has been taken Mas Fakhri only, I am so happy.

Asem, the candidate base of Mother Bucin.

"False, Mas. Jan was stingy again that's why," I said slowly.

Mas Fakhri was seen scraping ears, maybe at first glance hearing my soft words.

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During pregnancy, there is no more spending money for one hundred thousand for one week.

No more me who migren think about what side dishes and what vegetables are good to eat tongue that fit the shopping money up to enough for one week.

Whatever I want is now filled with Mas Fakhri although still with a bent face and frown.

Oh my goodness, my. For whatever reason you pile money to trade without being able to be enjoyed, I will not ask for money until drained.

I still think the cost of maternity later, other costs related to the economy of our family.

When asking for money, Mas Fakhri will quickly give, no need for me to break down and show an empty basin without any green vegetables.

Now, there is a refrigerator that can preserve vegetables to make them more durable.

I'm sorry Mas, I just want to make you no longer stingy towards your own wife.

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