My Beloved Husband

New Habits

Oseng-oseng at night, the aroma reached the owner of the nose pointed and the jaw was firm, slowly Baskara wriggling, patting the side.

It's blank!

"Nda," he called out, hoping that tonight they would sleep well. "Nda ...."

Nothing, empty next to him, no human smell. Baskara then crawled down, she wore the thin fur slippers of her house, Aisyah's choice. He followed the pleasant smell that had caught his attention, the sense of smell that never lies.

Oseng, smithy!

Jesus, Baskara ran into the kitchen, who else would have been there if not that young pregnant mother.

Well if Aisyah's habit of worship at night she admits it and has been memorized, but the one that cooks tonight that she has not recorded, like recently Aisyah cooked at night, he said, mana still wears white face tops.

Tok, tok, tok ....

Baskara knocked on the kitchen door that was always open, making the ones inside there turn and smile, something interesting as they approached, Baskara continued to see the lips of the former red spice.

"Yes, Yanda!" hit her husband's chest. "This sword!"

"Haaaaaashhhh, what kind of cuisine, what's this sambal, Nda?" his tongue was full of fire, he took cold water and gulped it down without pause. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just making squid chili, Yanda. This delicious, his grandpa wants to eat spicy squid night-night."

"Later, her stomach ache, Nda!"

"But, the grandpa wants to, Yanda!" not to be outdone, this is Baskara's son too, so he won't be fought. "I want to eat now, Yanda want to go to bed or will you go with me?"

There is no right choice, but if Aisyah herself, of course Baskara will not be able to sleep well, she just wait and accompany, want to know how much she likes his wife with spicy food like that, he said, he just wanted to call the fire department.

Hmmm, chew and chew, fingers until all red.

Baskara could only gulp, he took a little already wanted to scream until one complex heard.

"Yes very well, Dek ... good right made by this Mother, hem?" Aisyah muttered to herself, rubbing her small bulging stomach.

"Have, not much, Nda!"

"His grandfather wants a lot, not me, Yanda. Shhhhh, don't be noisy!"

Huh, Baskara rubbed her chest, sighed patiently there, if not Aisyah, of course she had already returned this table.

Seeing Aisyah voraciously like that she felt strange, she who was not strong spicy or Aisyah was unconscious. Before it was too late and too much, Baskara gave a drink, forcing the pregnant woman back into the room after washing her hands, no matter how many inches her lips advanced.

Brak!

Baskara deliberately slammed the door of his room, only snapping for his wife, not the real anger.

"Yanda what do you want? Want to protest to me with his son, will you?"

"If Yanda wants to be angry, Ais is lazy to listen, does not want to listen, Yanda has made me fail to eat a lot!"

"I don't want to talk to Yanda, I'm angry, I don't want anything!"

Already, let it go. That's how Baskara fights his wife when her pregnant mood is unstable, silent and chooses to go into the blanket, reaching the body of the pregnant woman slowly while rubbing the stomach that Aisyah can not deny.

This is Baskara's son too, if he forbids being touched, later his son will miss, if he misses it he must not be angry at her husband.

"Loh, Dek ... kok this is already big, but the birth is still long, why are you ready to give milk anyway?" his hand crept near the button, passing inside.

Aisyah held that hand, she was fashionably angry at her husband, but if touched like this it could be that she fell asleep.

"You like it and want to try it!"

"Can't." Aisyah held the hand strong.

As powerful as it is, it is clear that he lost to Baskara's power until the buttons opened and Aisyah let Baskara's face sink in there, toying with whatever Baskara liked.

"Hey, it is forbidden so let you the same grandpa not sick, if diarrhea, would the same dedek infused, hem?" Baskara stared in his wife's clear and beautiful eyes.

"No way."

"If you don't want to, massage, eat you a lot and it's all chilli, it will hurt, Nda. Not just you, but his grandpa too, pity him. Knows huh?"

"Yes, tomorrow for the not too spicy, the spicy seasoning is eliminated first," said Baskara trying to seduce continue.

Finally, the pregnant woman agreed.

"Your sleep is against here!"

"Yes, here I hug, let the spiciness go away, the stomach pain moves to me only. Mother, baby!" he clenched tightly until the crown he could kiss continuously and Aisyah chuckled in his arms. "His grandfather was in good health, the pain moved to Yanda only!"

Aisyah nodded, instead, she rubbed Baskara's back.

"Thank you still, Yanda."

"Yes, baby." huh, patience.

***

Tap, tap, tap ...

"Why Bik?"

"That, Sir. Non Ice vomit in the back!"

Jeez, Baskara ran while buttoning her work shirt, just met earlier after a shower, still ordinary, now vomiting.

Not in the back, but in the pool.

"Nda, here!" Baskara was carrying, Aisyah looked limp and weak. "Mang, just drain the pool, call the one that usually cleans!"

"Yes, Sir."

It was easy for him to clean up, who was worried about what he was carrying, still limp and difficult to open his eyes.

If he reprimands, it must be considered scolding and hate, then Baskara decided to stay silent until they were in the room and he changed his wife's clothes, from top to bottom he was off.

Aisyah could only murmur softly and complain of her pain, after which she fell asleep without a sound, did not let go of Baskara's hand that was in her grasp, she wanted to be accompanied.

"Sir, you go first, sister Ais is sick!"

"Yes, I'll let you know, first!"

Baskara threw her phone, Saka had to handle fieldwork alone this morning it seemed, considering Aisyah was weak and could not leave Baskara.

He lay half-hugging, the swimming pool became a rice pool, lucky not to fall into the pool earlier, could be more panicked and will Baskara tiadakam small swimming pool.

"Sir, here's the hot drink." Bik Nur stood in front of the door of the room, afraid to enter carelessly, worried that his eyes were stained.

"Just go in, Bik!"

Duh, must strengthen mentally, how is inside if hugs, but this is his job as well.

"Excuse me, Mister. Where was this put?"

"Near here, nightstand behind me!"

Oh, my God, it's true that you're hugging, where Baskara's shirt isn't fully covered yet, Aisyah's face is hiding there, it must be fragrant.

Hush,

The widow's soul rebelled.

Relax, Nur.. usual if you are young, if you are old, you are kicked with a wry smell!

***

Glance, though,

Bik Nur: Bucil, I love you!

Bucil: Hush, I have taken a contract with Aksa's father, his maid must be widowed, already bibik2! (Calculate money while lick2)