My Husband Is - Cuek

Unpleasant Occurrence

This time I feel sad. After a walk with my handsome husband in order to spend time off with our beloved son. Rendra Alvaro's.

"Why you?" ask my handsome man. He just closed the door and saw me fold both arms in front of his chest.

"Have you forgotten what happened this afternoon?"

He started to chuckle. Slowly, he sat down beside me.

"You're hurt? A paper? How long has she been Reyhan Mahendra's wife? This handsome businessman?"

He even flattered himself. It hurt even more when I remembered what happened this afternoon. Lazy to argue, I shifted my body and covered it with a blanket.

"You mad?" Rey pulled out the blanket.

"Tauk ah," I answered briefly.

Unexpectedly, this man caught up and hugged me from behind. He kept stroking my hair and occasionally blowing my ears from behind. I felt a little uneasy and amused, but I was as much as possible to hold this back because I was angry with him.

"Are you angry with me?" whispered Rey.

"Try me outside rich gini. I don't have to be mad at you."

"Do you want me to hug you in public? Not shy?"

I'm silent for a moment. That's right what he said. Make what? Every day, we always make out at home.

"Shame, anyway."

"You have to thicken your ears for the horrors of people's babbling." Rey hugged me tighter.

"Scoff too. Didn't you know when the girl we met at the mall said I was your aunt. I want claws on his face. If I don't tear that mouth."

"Wihh, sadistic."

"Is my mind fat and I don't pantes like you?"

"It's a good thing you didn't think of my grandmother, yes" Rey said quickly.

I pulled his arm and bit him hard in a fit of anxiety. The scream cannot be ignored.

"Well, I got bitten."

"Good light! I'm kidding you again."

"Cie, get angry."

Oh jesus. My husband this one really. Luckily handsome. If not, maybe it's over with me.

I could only turn around and glanced at him sharply. This is how you can stop joking.

"Do I have to diet?"

"Don't. You don't pity Rendra? He's, right, still a bitch."

I saw the innocent face of my son sleeping on the little bed across from our bed. He was sleeping there. The excitement of course struck my heart. My son who is no less handsome does not like formula milk. Her little belly just wants milk from me. Diet will interfere with breast milk of course.

"Isn't breastfeeding a natural diet? What you eat will be eaten by our children. Not all are the same, are you?"

"Do you know how much you're losing this month?"

I shook my head slowly.

"Try checking every month. It hasn't come down yet, yes, just be patient. You have just given birth. It's gonna take some time to lose weight."

"If last month had dropped four kilos. I'm not surprised anyway. Because Dede was born. But, for me it's still lacking. A minimum of ten more kilos."

"Propsy. I'm sure you can lose weight again."

I hugged my husband from the side. It turns out he supports me completely. Although he may actually not know what it's like to be someone's scorn. At least, a little bit of support right now is what I need.

"Sleep, yeah. Later that night Dede's gonna wake up asking for nyusu."

"Hem. Thank you, yes, for supporting me. I'm really offended by the woman at the mall."

"Yes, you're welcome."

A friendly kiss became our chat cover. The burden on this chest is quite reduced. Although punctuated by jokes and anxiety, my husband turned out to understand enough the turmoil of his wife.

Undeniably, this sinful self sometimes feels upset because I have a husband who is so handsome. It's nothing, it's going to happen wherever we are. Women are fascinated and don't see me at all it's common. Some girls even dare to ask for a mobile number. We were eating both. The thing that hurt me the most was the woman who thought I was Rey's aunt. The mouth spoke without knowing the truth.

That regret is what sometimes comes up. Why would I have a husband as handsome as him? I was angry many times, but repeatedly Rey calmed this heart. Cooled my head when he felt it was starting to smoke.

**

At 02.30. The crying woke us up. Deftly, Rey approached the source of the sound.

"Wake up, Mother." The handsome Rendra was already in his arms.

With heavy eyes and like sand entry, I woke up and immediately breastfed the little one. Every day we had to wake up in the middle of the night because the little one was thirsty. In the first month can even wake up three or four times. In this second month, fortunately, the little one has gotten used to it. Maybe he understood that this Father and Mother needed more rest.

"Why haven't you slept?"

"I can sleep? You will fall asleep."

"Yes, definitely."

"Try Dede you milkin while sleeping. He was, he was wearing a diaper. So, don't worry about bedwetting."

"But, pity, Dad. He's still two months. Look, maybe next month I'll teach milkin to sleep."

I really enjoyed my days of being a mother. Starting from feeling the pain of childbirth, should stay up late if the child is fussy or intermittently must wake up because of breastfeeding. And now, I have to face the fact that I can't eat dinner carelessly. Maybe when I feel hungry, only sweet fruit or low-fat milk can get into my stomach.

Weight gain since pregnancy and a new causeway surrounding the belly became a new sight for young mothers like me. Not never did Mom tell me not to scratch my stomach, but unfortunately this fingers steal time when I sleep. How can that happen I don't really understand either.

That's not a problem for my handsome guy. My sacrifice paid off with the birth of our first child. Seeing him healthy with extraordinary growth and development every day, all the burden of life is gone. I should have known it would be like this later when I became a mother, but, hearing Mom's story and experiencing it for myself was really something very different.

Regardless of whether I am ready or not to become a mother, this experience is truly amazing. That's how my mother must have felt when she gave birth and raised this child. No doubt, three times the respect for a mother is worth getting.

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