My Beloved Husband

Just Ration

"Oh, no ... Brother Baaasss, you came this morning, would you like to taste mom's spicy rendang?" Shafiyah with all her excitement despite being a mother, walked quickly while holding her stomach, welcoming forward where her eldest brother came alone. "Where's sister Ais?"

The baskara retracts the body slowly, making it parallel to itself, one hand coiled around the waist which is quite far below it, you can imagine how tiny the body of Shafiyah, exactly their mother.

"Where is rendang?" Baskara lowered her head, reaching out to her sister's gaze. "What do mothers make rendang, for whom?"

"For sister Saka who wants to go home, want to prepare everything, can mom frozen, shrimp dinsum also mom make, I'm upset!"

"Why are pregnant women upset?" Baskara likes to look at her sister's bead eyes, she wants her daughter to be this tiny, not to mention being shy like her wife.

Shafiyah turned to her brother who had stood in line, she then whispered to whom the mother made a lot of frozen food stock, it was deliberately frozen and did not want to buy, made by her own two hands.

Baskara mangosteen, he's the oldest child, for him there is no envy because until the age of five he got the mother's affection without any bullies, the mother is entirely hers, different if the father, father, there's always a word of jealousy from that guy.

Ah, she momentarily remembered her father, it had long since been the house that lost their father's snapping and height, not anger, it was indeed the way he spoke.

Baskara remembers when she was in training, her forehead was bleeding, father was wiping her, not allowing to complain to other than himself and her, the big hand rub is still felt until now, father still feels, the blood that poured out suddenly stopped, since then Baskara knew, whatever obstacles ahead, if in our hearts we believe this is all for the family and well, all that hinders will go far in a round of directions.

Bas, sure enough of you, you must have prayed before doing that, if not sure, your prayers were in vain. And remember your mother that's all!

Why don't you remember dad?

"Because Mom always has time to pray for her child," said the mother as she chewed, they were discussing Saka, but the mother's words were exactly with the father, the man said the same thing until Baskara's heart was strong and convinced.

Mother nodded, glancing at the little Nakula who had suddenly curled her lips down, she was happy to prank her only son-in-law.

With pleasure Baskara pricked one piece of meat and bit it, one more hand pulled a small plate full of rendang, close to the front of it even more to make Nakula sad, she wanted to cry pus now.

Nakula lowered her head, she was sure that her day would be ruined, she wanted to rendang, not hareudang with Shafiyah at the moment, her lips quivering, she kept her head down while twisting her fingers, not any appetite.

Sretti...

"Eat, don't cry like a child, your wife wants to give birth!" The basin slide the plate containing the rendang to the front of Nakula. "Mother never forgets her child, spend it!"

Nakula looked up, the rendang in plain sight, turning to everyone there, including mother and Shafiyah.

"Sir Ula eat only, which is clearly not the result of my hand, I can not, ahahahah ... I have two refrigerators, so we get all the rations, relax!" Shafiyah patted her husband's shoulder gently.

Mom chuckles. "Have eaten, once his former daughter this mother, atutuuuhhhhhh ...."

Dad, today and so on might be a little difficult, but my difficulties are nothing compared to my smile and bright face. Look, the smile is getting wider, either when Saka arrives, I'm sure mom can dance, aahahah ... Do you want a rendang?

Uh, Baskara's goosebumps.