Replacement Ribs

44. For the sake of you

"I'm not angry, Mom. If it's your privacy, Mama, I'd appreciate it. Do not feel burdened," said Kirana accompanied thinly.

"really? You don't want to hear my explanation?"

Kirana shakes. "I want to take a shower. After that, it will fall. I was tired all day on the road. Quickly get me a change of clothes!"

Tristan opened one of the cabinets full of clothes hangers.

"Your clothes are all here."

Kirana. He came closer to the closet. In the closet that also looks new is neatly arranged women's clothes. But not his

"These are Elita's clothes?"

Tristan chuckled softly. "No. These are all your clothes. Your dress size is not the same as her size."

"of course. Because he's taller than me." Kirana's timpal.

"His words are sincere. Kok is still jealous," Tristan pulled Kirana's cheek.

"It's not excessive, Mom."

Kirana researched the clothes in the closet. All are new and most labels still stick to the appropriate size for them. Before, however, his stomach grew. Right now, he prefers loose-fitting clothes like negligee. He also sagged a light blue shirt that was in a pile. Rayon fabric is her favorite since pregnancy.

,"this is all you bought, my dear?"

"Yes. Is it the size?"

"Yes. Thanks, Mas. But maybe the ones the negligee used first. Her stomach is starting to bulge if she wears pants or skirts."

Kirana spread the cloth she had just taken. He looked up at the clothes he had taken. Sleeveless negligee with one strap and a piece of chest that is too low. Clothes are more suitable to wear in the room. And she became aware of one thing about Tristan. Her husband likes the appearance of a sexy woman showing body parts more open.

"Here you choose yourself?" ask Kirana. How long does it take to choose that shirt?

"Hm. Nice, right? Likes, right?"

Kirana sighed softly and returned to fold the shirt. He picked up another shirt in one pile. And everything is similar. Sleeveless nightgown with.which shows squishy hemispheres.

"It's all the negligence you bought the same model? Nothing is more closed to outside the room?"

Tristan smiled awkwardly as he shook his head.

"Within the house, is it okay to wear that shirt?"

"The problem is that suddenly someone else comes into the house."

"No. That can't happen in this house. Wear this one, yeah, yeah?" Tristan smiled meaningfully and showed a piece of light blue clothes that Kkrana had first taken.

Kirana was breathing. He took a towel and went into the bathroom.

****

At midnight and all the residents of the house were asleep again, Kirana suddenly woke up. Since then his sleep can not really sound. The delicious shadow of the fish sip made by Bi Elis continues to disturb him. Although this afternoon Tristan had bought a meal with fried chicken according to the will of Mentari.

Dengkurn thirsty sounds indicate the man next to him has been carried away by dreams. Kirana rubs her husband's jaw gently tnoa intending to wake him up. Too much if you have to wake up. He only wanted to admire a handsome face that long ago could only be harbored. But now she can freely touch the sculptures on her husband's face.

"Not slept?" the speech sounded hoarse even though the owner's eyes were still closed.

"Wake up" replied Kirana.

Tristan closed his body. Trying to give comfort and hoping Kirana will return closed. But his wife straightened her back. Until he slowly opened his eyes.

"Why?" tanyakanya.

"Hungry?" Tristan asked again. She still remembers when Elira was pregnant Memtari often woke up in the middle of the night due to hunger.

"You want Bi Elis' fish soup." Kirana replied in a groaning tone.

Tristan sighed slowly. He pulled out his blanket and then shuffled down from the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"To Mama's house. I'd like to ask Bi Elis masakin for help."

Midnight like this, Tristan did not have the heart if he had to wake Bi Elis for cooking. He just hopes the afternoon cooking is still there. My mother never ate much. Especially if it's night, sometimes just don't eat.

The man put on trousers and then coated his tshirt with a jacket. Truly, Kirana did not have to make her husband serepot it. Waking up his sleep just for the sake of the food he wanted. He also did not expect that Tristan would grant his speech without but without later.

"Go first." Tristan landed a kiss on Kirana's forehead.

"Mas, isn't it really papa?"

Tristan yqng was about to leave the room to stop his steps.

Kirana smiled nodding despite her feelings just filled with guilt.

The streets were quiet enough that Tristqn could arrive faster at his mother's house. The turnstile has been locked by Mr. Cip. And Tristan was forced to disturb the middle-aged man's sleep to open the fence. Lucky Mr. Cip just woke up. Because he also had to make sure his employer's house was safe at night. So that he is used to waking up at certain hours.

"Mas, what's the middle of the night here?" ask Mr. Cip who looks panicked because of the arrival of Tristan.

"Kirana asked for fish soup, sir. It was said that Bi Elis cooked fish soup."

Mr. Cip chuckled. "Wife if again cravings it does not like to see the time, Mas. Patient, yes."

"Yes Sir. It's not surprising."

Tristan thins out his bibir and breaks into the house.

Before waking up Bi Elis, he checked into the dining table and kitchen. At the dinner table, he saw a noisy pot of fish pieces that were scattered in the broth. Tristan breathed a sigh of relief. Because he didn't need to wake Bi Elis.

Tristan went to the kitchen to pick up the box that his mother used to wear when sending food to his house. Every cabinet he opened but did not find. Tristan was amazed by his mother who was so fond of the feel of her kitchen. Even to keep it in a place that is hard to find.

"What are you looking for, Tan?"

Tristan. His mother was standing near the dining table.

"Where's Mama's lunchbox? Who used to send food home?"

"For what?"

"Kirana asked for Bi Elis' fish soup. I can't sleep."

Ms. Rarth opened one of the cabinets below and took out a large box.. Move all the fish soup in the pot into the container.

"It's true that you've been staying here. You even bring home your wife's child. Is it a repair?"

"No papa, Ma. His name is also nurutin wife again pregnant."

Mrs Ratih locked the container tightly and put it in the bag.

"Sit down! Mama wants to talk."

Tristan did not argue. He pulled a chair sitting next to his mother.

"Are you really making up for Kirana?" tanya Bu Ratih wants to convince.

"Yes, Ma. Less evidence, Ma. Kirana's pregnant with Trsitan's child."

"That's not enough to prove. Could you have done it by force, or unconsciousness?"

"Whatever, Mama is. Mom wants to believe it or not. We are the ones who are having this marriage. I just asked Mama not to poison Kirana's mind."

"Astaghfiullah! You nofuh Mama haphazardly, huh?!" Mrs Ratih pulled her son's ear and twisted it. Until Tristan grimaced in pain.

"It's lucky that Kirana will open her heart to you. If you hurt her again, you'll have a relationship with Mama."

"No, Ma. I want to thank Mama. For choosing the best wife for Tristan."

Mrs Ratih pulled her son's ear back. "Where have you been all this time, huh?!"

"Ouch! Sorry, Ma! Lepassin! Tristan is coming home. Later if later Nana can sulk."

Madam Ratih also released her son's teilnga.

"Tomorrow back to kamtor. Your cut is done," he said.

"No promise. Tristan is comfortable working from home. Biisa is sniffing at her wife whenever she wants" Tristan said as she moved and picked up the lunchbox. Then it passed from the dining room.

"Tomorrow you must go to the office, Tristan!!" his mother repeated her orders.

"When, Ma. Waiting mood.!"

"Tristan!" His mother then screeched while chasing after Trsitan yqng had almost reached the living room.

"Sleep, Ma. It's night. Take care of your health" said Tristan without looking.

Mrs Ratih was getting furious, with her son she followed Tristan to the outside of the house even to get into the car.

"Why did you come in? Tristan wants to go home, ma."

"Mama come to your house" replied Mrs Ratih tightly.

Tristan shook his head in surprise and slowly drove forward his car.

"Both the same daughter-in-law you already have the same want to make a quail," gumammya who then got a plot from the mother.