My sister My husband

82. Cirabs.

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Andra was very happy when she found out about Dinda's pregnancy.

" Faith, Ana! You're gonna have a sister. You will soon be brothers!" Andra cried speaking with sparkling eyes.

" Iman is Abi's brother." Ayman was right. He had indeed become a big brother to Keanna's crybaby sister.

" Are you not happy? Come on Faith, rejoice with Abi. Abi's really happy now."

" Well, but this is just the beginning, isn't Abi? Abi still wants two more kids, right?" Ayman chirps about Andra's plan to have many children.

Dinda glared at Ayman the eldest son. " Is that right, bi?"

" Dear, I want to have a lot of kids."

" Yes Ummi let our house crowded like a market, rowdy like a playgroup." Ayman's insinuations are subtle but on target.

Dinda could only sigh deeply. That's their conversation after coming home from checking the content.

" Eat ah," Dinda monologues and is ready to open the freezer.

" Mi, what are you doing?" Ask Andra wonder.

" Eat." Dinda cuek.

" Eat?" Andra nodded and repeated what she heard.

" Yes, I'm hungry for Bi."

" A hungry you say? is this how every pregnant woman is? will you like to eat? It used to be that Keanna and Ayman were pregnant?" Andra asked me across the length of the train.

Dinda shook her head and picked up an apple and one hand carried a bowl of grits. " No, just got pregnant this one. When I was pregnant with Ayman, I had no appetite. While pregnant with Keanna I was just nauseous and dizzy. Strange, this pregnancy I'm used to and so hungry."

" Good, that's a sign that everything is healthy. I went to the room first." Andra kissed Dinda's forehead before leaving. And Dinda continued eating.

Ayman and Keanna are watching their favorite animated movie.

Half an hour passed.

Dinda who finished putting her son's head to bed then followed Andra who was still working on her report.

" bi." Call Dinda while lying down and use Andra's thigh as a cushion.

Andra's hand stretched out and gently rubbed Dinda's hair. " What's up?" Soft leg.

" Abi's still a long time?" Dinda

" No, it's just a minute." Andra" What's the matter, honey?" Connect again.

" Want to cireng." Dinda said spoiled.

" Cirinc?" Andra asked and was nodded by his wife.

" Okay, let's order it." Andra paused for a moment and pressed her flat object but was snatched away by Dinda.

" Don't order, but make it." Whimpering.

" Make? Mi, it's night. You'll be exhausted, baby. Let's order, shall we?" Persuade Andra with a voice that is made as soft as possible.

" It's not me who makes. But you're Bi." Her mouth made her husband pat his own eel.

The faces of rejection are present. " me?" Andra pointed at his nose. And was embraced by Dinda.

" God, my beautiful, beautiful, beautiful wife, and all right. Where can I be? I just fry a scorched egg." Andra ward off with all her folly in the field of cooking cooking.

Andra rubbed her face in frustration. He had to give up in this situation. Pregnant women are like that, right? The influence of hormones makes them more sensitive, irritable and emotional. Andra must give in for peace. " Dear, I'll make it!" He then followed behind Dinda.

There was a faint smile hidden behind a lethargic looking face. Not grim anymore, he's really happy now. Even if it is not prestige, Dinda will soon scatter and hug her husband warmly.

With a smart phone, Andra started following the tutorial to make a cireng. The kitchen was so messy. The dough is ready and stay frying. This is the most stressful moment. Andra as a man, he is very anti to hot oil splashes.

Armed with a helem and also a spatula on the long hook Andra began frying. In another corner there is the figure of a wife who is very happy to see the cooking activities. Dinda laughed back and forth when she saw the style of Andra who always ran after putting the batter in a pan filled with hot oil.

" Oh!" Andra tiptoed as her arms splashed with cooking oil.

" Yes, that's how Mom's work hurts but never appreciates." Sindir Dinda glanced at Andra who was staring at him flatly.

Andra approached and kissed Dinda's cheek. " Yes, my dear, I'm sorry I never noticed you cooking like this."

What a simple speech that breaks a woman's heart. Dinda immediately blushed with flushed cheeks.

He can even flail while cooking.

" Sana Bi, It's gonna be a badass." Dinda pushed a little of Andra's body away.

Andra chuckles. " Yes dear."

Done and Andra tidied it all up, cleaned up the mess he made. She approached the woman who was busy enjoying every mouthful made by her husband. " It's really good Bi. Tomorrow make again, will you?" Say it casually.

Andra laughed in a sad mixed heart. If make it again that sign he must hold on to hot oil splashes again dong?

It's nothing Andra, all for your wife.

" I. Yes Mi." Sahut doubt.

" Make a lot, Papa and the kids also seem to be excited if you cook like this." Dinda.

This was the first time Andra had listened to a compliment she had never expected. Compliments that will torment him some time ahead. Just imagining it had made Andra shake her head several times trying to cast away the terrifying shadow.

" Quick spend and sleep, it's night." He said that he did not want the conversation to be more flexible and make the order of the siren increase again.

" A...." Dinda feeds Andra.

Andra just complied and ate it.

" Good right?" Dinda looked up and smiled.

Andra felt really delicious taste of the chirping made full of struggle earlier. " Good Mi, Abi help ya?"

" Keep what?" Dinda doesn't understand.

" Help spend it, tomorrow we make it again." He said lightly who then grabbed Dinda's plate which only contained a few pieces.

" Gosh, it could be my chef Mi if my cooking is this good." Andras.

Like a snail praising the tail. Already the signing of Andra is back. Dinda throws her mouth. " Be careful if you lie!" He was upset because his cireng was taken by force.

In the room after eating.

Andra and Dinda were lying down and hugging each other. " Mommy, loose.. I'm sultry." Dinda complained to Andra who had already wrapped his hand on his wife's stomach.

" Wouldn't! I want to hug my son." He tried to close his eyes.

"hhhhh, mode!!" Cibir Dinda who rolled her eyeballs was lazy.

Andra spoke with her eyes closed. " Not my mode, but love. I love you and our future son. I don't want to lose you guys anymore. I want to be Dad and husband on standby for you."

Dinda can feel the sincerity of her husband's words ending with one warm peck on her cheek. Not replying to Andra's words, Dinda chose silence. Indeed every word of love spoken from the lips Andra, it makes Dinda rippled back to remember lara when the word love that was spoken just talk like in the past.