ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 139: SINGLE CONCERT

Either in addition to the effects of cravings, Gita got what syndrome? Until that morning, it was like amnesia if it was in the village of Cikoneng and was forbidden to move and work hard. Even she forgot if she was two-bodied, so after hearing the word ‘Ngidam’ that she heard from her husband suddenly she returned excited.

“A’a .. smell jigoooooong.” Suddenly aware if she is pregnant and in a period of cravings. So, began to woe the fate of Gilang's alert husband.

“Iis .. ish, don't be treak-treaked. Yes .. yes.  A’a toothbrush.” Rutuk Gilang got up to brush his teeth and drain the stale aroma in his mouth.

“Basic pregnant women, labile. Usually just want to stay on the chip ok, wake up just can hold ga breath 15 minutes, engap-engap dah. Women oh, women. I love you more.” Inner Glare in the heart while looking at her face in the mirror of the sink in the bathroom. How dare he eject his uneg-unegnya, because his wife now more like a molotop bomb that anytime ready to explode. If he is wrong, let alone act.

During Gilang in the bathroom, Gita just stood towards the outside of the window. Looking at the green flowers and foliage that grew soothing next to Kevin's house. His mind went cold, as he looked at the neatly arranged small yard there. But somehow, that peace of mind lasted for how long.

“Eneng .. already fragrant niih. Haaaah.” I don't know if Gilang had thought about the effects of his actions just now. Did he forget that young pregnant women are level 30 sensitive. With confidence, Gilang hugged the body of Gitadari behind, and dared to show off the smell of the mouth, which he thought was fresh.

“Hoeek .. hoeek.” Suddenly Gita's stomach is nauseous. Wanted to vomit, but didn't know what to vomit. Because he just woke up, no, the last meal at 3 am before going to bed last night. After they party eat grilled fish in the middle of the night.

“Eneng why ..?” Gilang ran after Gita who immediately headed for the sink, trying to vomit anything that could come out of his stomach.

Gita shook her head and held Gilang's chest so as not to get close to him.

“Uwek .. uwek.” Until the tears came out, only yellow liquid that can be released Gita. So torturous.

“Neng. A’a can help what?” The mill is a little bit flattening. Don't know where it hurts.

The Gita is just flailing, equally not knowing what it wants and how.

“Nak .. don't torture mother yes. Daddy's just as mom is not a pro with your taste. Don't know son, what you want.” Gilang stroked Gita's stomach, hoping that the fetus could understand them.

Gita's hand pointed at the glass in front of the dresser.

“A’a .. please it. Uwweek ..., a .. water. Wuuueeek.” Gita stammered in between her great vomit this morning.

“I ... yes. Wait Neng. A’a. Energetic patient yes.” Gilang jumped up to grab the glass filled with water on the dresser, then handed it to Gita.

Gleeek. Gita drank it, but then gushed it back.

“Why Neng ..?’

“Cold.” He answered briefly while still holding his stomach.

“After a’a take a warm.” Without waiting for Gita's approval, Gilang darted the side of Gatot Glass towards the kitchen.

Saaat seeet, tara. Gilang has returned to stick a glass of warm water for his beloved wife and screwed it.

The gita can drink the drink until it runs out. And really feel more comfortable. No more vomiting. However, his body instantly suffocated. His knee joints shook, even he almost collapsed, sitting down. Gilang has not gone anywhere. Still a standby father, stood like a statue of Pancoran who never tired to keep.

Lemas, that's the Gita sighting now.

“Udah enjoy Neng?” tanya Gilang is not located near the face and around the nose of Gita.

His wife immediately held his nose, shaking indistinctly.

“A’ ... do not deket-deket. Odor.” Rengek Gita pushing her husband's body.

“OK .. okay. Selows. Is it okay, papa? What would you like to eat?”

Gita shakes.

“Ga laper, just nauseous.”

“Iya .. Eneng is nauseous because her stomach is empty.” Gigih Gilang created a comfortable atmosphere of his wife.

“A’a shower aja. Apex smell a’ . Oath.” Gita still holds her nose.

Gilang took a rough breath, just remember yesterday was exhausted as well as his wife nausea. Looks like his son likes his risky father. Fragrant and clean alias.

“Sorry yes ... bentar father shower, Nak.” Call in the bathroom immediately. Whether it's a duck bath, a goat bath or a cat bath. Anyway ga up to 5 minutes, Gilang has come out again from the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around the waist, wet hair netes-netes due to lack in the gososk. Also around his chest still looks shiny, because it is not completely dry.

Gita was stunned, looking at the scenery she had often seen. But different this time. She was kind of charmed to the maximum, with the appearance of her own husband.

“A’a .. here a minute.” Sayu Gita's eyes asked her husband to approach her who was still lying on the bed.

“Heeem, sebenatar. A’ put on a shirt first.” Sahut Gilang chose the clothes he would wear.

“Let's go, here's a minute.” The sentence was like a commandment that forced. Gilang did not dare to resist, he immediately stepped towards the side of the bed, near his wife.

“Nduk.” Her request. Gilang also leaned his body towards Gita.

What's the deal with the brown button two, on Gilang's chest? At first Gita just held it, but after that she just mengumnya, for a while. Just a moment to make the button wetter, not just moist as it was out of the shower. And you know, the one who responded was Jaka. Suddenly wake up, because there is still one cable flow with the two buttons earlier.  “What other disaster is this Lord?” Inner Gilang shaken. His wife is weak in gaish content, but why is so naughty teasing him by playing around with the button connected and still one switch with the Jaka. It's not wrong everyone reminds him to sabaaaar.

“Still a’a. It was so much better. Buy Eneng choc0 ch!p is all brown, not colorful. Let it look the same.” Casually and cheerfully Gita likens the button on her chest to a choco chip. It's not a matter of having to buy the message, a dozen or so he can afford. But do you think Jaka wants to come find Gita's dream, when he is standing up straight. And it has to be put to bed first.

“Eh .. ready Neng. Later a’a search. But, after a’ a single concert first yes.” Gilang ran to the bathroom. Here is a test for husbands, when they want to keep the pregnancy to avoid miscarriage. But also have the desire of maleness that must also be completed. Single concerts are the solution, soap is the true friend of men.

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