My Husband Is - Cuek

Pregnant Women Who Eat a Lot

These eyes glazed over when they heard the doctor explain the picture when we ultrasound for the first time. He also listened carefully to the heartbeat of the little baby in my womb. Rey who sat in the chair right next to me was no less happy. Not forgetting that he also held my hand tightly.

"Still two months. A small. Please eat healthy and nutritious food. Reduce eating fast food and soda drinks. Stop when you need to." So said the obstetrician while writing a prescription of vitamins that will be given to me.

"Please come back next month."

When we finished, we went home. In the car, I was still busy looking at my son's USG photo. Even though I don't understand this photo.

"Rey." L saw.

"Yes." Yeah."

"I want to eat lobster."

"We're looking now. Stay outside."

"But I want to be wrapped. I want to eat at home. Shame to eat at the restaurant."

"okay."

**

Shortly after, we finished buying lobster. A few packs for me and a pack for Rey.

"Well, good, Mom," Bi Ningsih said as she watched me sit in the dining chair. The seafood was beautiful in front of me.

Accompanied by my beloved husband, after a few minutes had passed, I had already consumed three portions of this delicious meal. The sweet spicy taste and seasoning is so strong, it makes me not stop eating it until it runs out.

"Nake?" asked Rey who had been watching me.

"Hem, yes," I replied timidly. How not. One portion of me never ends. This time three portions at once.

"You got mine too?" tawar Rey's.

"What can." Instead of refusing, I just spent a portion of hers as well.

"Sorry, yeah. I also have a father."

"Sir papa. You are, both. It's natural to eat a lot."

Thankfully, my husband understood. Because of the doctor's message too, every day I can only snack on fruit. From easy-to-find fruit to seasonal fruit almost everything I eat.

This time I really want rambutan fruit. Indonesian fruit that can only be found during the season. I dare not actually ask with my husband, so I asked with Mom. Thankfully, I found my dream fruit. Even at a price that is not cheap.

"That's the rambutannya I've been looking forin. Don't eat too much. Be a little. Make it tomorrow again. It's hard to be loud" said Mom across the phone.

"Yes, Mom. Thank you, yes, for finding this fruit. To all the villages."

"Yes, not papa. Uh, mother also tipped the same Mr. Joni jackfruit. Said delicious. In the village yesterday mom bought that too. Pretty cheap as the farm."

"Yes, Mom. Mom when are you here? Why didn't you come with Joni just now?"

"Tomorrow, yeah. Mother again many pesenan ketring. Lots of events here. Birthday subdistrict orders ketring same mom all."

"Alhamdulillah, hopefully you are healthy, yes. Smooth wind."

"Aamiin's."

**

In addition to snacking, my new hobby now is watching mukbang videos. For some reason seeing beautiful women eating voraciously made me feel happy. And predictably, after that I would also want what they ate. Not everyone. Just some seafood I know.

Strange indeed. Dara even told me that when she wanted to, she was never like me. Nausea is quite severe when pregnant with a girl. Until he had to experience strep throat is quite severe because every day he had to take back the food he had eaten.

He also does not want to shower. I was surprised when I heard it. When he took a shower, he got in the wind and was cheerful. It could be three or four days of bathing. That too with warm water and in hot daylight. Really too.

Lucky the kid in my womb wasn't so spoiled. At least I'm still doing my own homework. If I were like Dara, how sorry would my handsome husband be if he had to smell sour every night.

Geck. Geck. Geck.

"Mom. Lunch is ready." Apparently Bi Ningsih was knocking on my room door.

I have to stop this party for hair right now. Before coming out, my prank soul appeared. I took the digital scales that were under the dressing table and stood on it. The number is 65.75. Almost 66 of these body weights.

Not so sad indeed. Because I can't avoid this increase with more and more frequent meals. Fortunately, every hour I interspersed with eating fruit, so even though the weight went up, but not too many calories in this body.

The rice portion was also guarded by Bi Ningsih. He was always waiting when I ate so I wouldn't steal the time to go back to cooking rice.

"Still laper, Bi."

"Already, Mom. Eat some fruit, yeah. Let aunt prepare."

That's the answer I hear every day.

"Can, there's no Father, Bi. A little bit, yeah. Two spoons." I still begged him and hoped his heart would melt to hear me.

"Sorry, Mom. I cannot break your orders. Because the message is so. Only rice should fit. I heard myself that the doctor said I can't eat rice and excessive sweetness. Because it will make the baby's weight in the womb will quickly enlarge."

And blah, blah, blah. I didn't pay much heed to the next rant and chose to go ahead. I take a broom and sweep the porch.

Just two months ago this stomach had appeared to bulge, I can not imagine that it had stepped on seven to nine months.

"Mom" said Mr. Joni who was about to enter the house.

"Sir." Called him.

"Yes, Mom."

"So my mother said, Mr. Joni was entrusted with jackfruit. Where's?"

"Eh, yes, Mom. It's in the car. I haven't had time to take it. Hurry to the WC" he replied. Of course while grimacing the horse.

Mr. Joni then took the jackfruit from the car. Then he gave it to me. The smell of this fruit so quickly pierced the nose. Again, there was no rejection at all. Even a sizable slice containing ten jackfruit flesh, I had already eaten.

"Sorry, yes, Mom. I forgot earlier. I just want to take care of Mom. So, I let the jackfruit in the car first. I wanted to eat."

Mr. Joni is even so, but, he's an honest man.

"Yes, no papa, sir."

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