
"Dear, I've done it to you" said Fattan, helping with the food she ordered, who was told by Fattan to bring the food.
"Thank you, it's really good to follow your pregnant wife's will." Syiffa hugged her husband's arm.
"Of course, for the sake of our child, will do whatever you want dear." Fattan kissed his wife's hair.
"Thank you brother." Syiffa.
"Iddih, but say baby now instead say brother. I'm your husband, not your brother." Gerrick Fattan.
"And it was just tempting my husband to want to obey my will hehe," Syiffa said with a cry.
"Emmzz. pinter is really excited right now." Said Fattan, twitching his wife's nose.
"Sick brother knows. Ih very nice to have a husband never change ah," grumbled Syiffa while staring at the sebal Fattan.
"Let's go, I like my dong" said Fattan.
"It's up to Fattan just what he wants. Oya, by the way, the other person said brother from earlier, look at us mulu." Whisper Syiffa while looking at someone who is now outside the car.
"Well, what are you doing here, huh? It's not that I'm done with it I told you to bring food." Fattan looked at the man.
"Emang yes is done, but remember where the payment is. Not just promised to love money, but where has not been given money. I'm waiting here for the payment. Where's the pay." Grouse the man.
"Oh yeah, I forgot hehe. Here's the money" Fattan said, opening his wallet and then taking out a million and giving the money to the man.
"Yeah Bang, I want to give you all the money. Time is only given a hundred thousand anyway Bang." Ipul Protest.
"It's also big. Than I want to give you only ten thousand?" Fattan.
"Yes, too, Bang, thank you for the money." Ipul Speech.
"Heem." Answer Fattan.
Syiffa shook her head when she saw her husband.
"Because the meal is done. It's time to go home." Said Fattan while driving her car.
"Oya brother, want no martabaknya," said Syiffa who is now eating the martabak.
"No, baby, you eat alone to be full." Fattan said as he looked at his wife.
"It's like Fattan's sister, it's really anti kayak gini snack?" Ask Syiffa.
"It's not anti-baby, baby. I like it, but if you want it made by Bi Ina." Fattan.
"Oh so brother Fattan, do not want because this food is not made by Bi Ina that?" Ask Syiffa.
"Heem, if the house looks clean and hygienic" replied Fattan.
"Dengerin ya Kak, not all people who sell on the side of the road are dirty and not clean brother. Brother Fattan has a negative mind. Try if brother Fattan becomes a trader, there are still people who think like that, how do you feel, huh?" Ask Syiffa while chewing the other food.
"Yes, it must hurt. What they think is not true. It's good to think so." Gerrick Fattan.
"Well, like that too. The mind of the trader if anyone considers their negatives. So there's no harm in dong trying as long as the merchant always keeps his cleanliness." Syiffa.
"Yes, too, yeah, bribe dong." Fattan.
Syiffa then immediately put the food into his wife's mouth.
"Totally different taste. This is a really good hammer." Said Fattan while chewing the martabak.
"That's what you say, baby." Fattan.
Then the car that was driven arrived at his house.
"Yes, baby, let's go down. Slow down the road." Fattan.
"Yes, brother." Answer Syiffa.
Fattan and Syiffa got out of the car.
"Sister, how's that eating?" Ask Syiffa.
"What do you mean, baby?" Fattan frowned and felt disbelief.
"Whoever brings his food in." Syiffa.
"Yes of course Bi Ina, and Mr. Toni. Yeah come on, let's go inside." Take Fattan.
"Wait a minute!" Syiffa.
"Other dear huh?" Fattan said as he looked at his wife.
"It's about the food, brother hehe." Syiffa while grinning.
"What happened to the food?" Ask Fattan.
"Our baby wants his food to be brought by his father." Syiffa.
"Well, honey, where our son ordered his father that way." Fattans.
"Seriously, this is our son's wish. Yes, if Brother Fattan does not want to bring food as well. Don't blame it if our son later-"
"Yes, my dear, I follow the will of our children." Fattan walked back to his car and took the food.
"Well, baby, let's go." Take Fattan by walking slowly because it brings a lot of food.
"OKAY. That's dong sis." Syiffa smiled at her husband.
"Wait baby!" Syiffa stopped her husband's steps.
"Otherwise, dear hem." Said Fattan feeling anxious and a little upset.
"Don't be angry, brother, pity our son later said to have a true evil father." Syiffa.
"How should dong?" Ask Fattan.
"Yes, repeat the words so softly." Syiffa.
Then Fattan exhaled his rough breath and had to patiently face the pregnant Mother when the Doctor spoke.
"What else is my beautiful, kind wife." Asked Fattan weakly.
"This please bring my bag." Syiffa kept her bag in Fattan's hand.
"But baby"
"Sister Fattan!" Syiffa stared intently at her husband.
"Yes yes." Fattan. Then Syiffa walked first and Fattan later because the road was slow to bring a lot of food and plus his wife's bag.