Replacement Ribs

45. Morning Drama

"Mas! Tris Mas! Wake up" Kirana whispered in Tristan's ear to have her husband awake.

"What time?" the man said without opening his eyes.

"Fifth hour. I'm going to go shopping at the market. There's nothing in the fridge."

Too long abandoned, no food can be processed for breakfast. Kirana only found a few bottles of instant drinks in the refrigerator. No raw material stock to be processed.

Looks like Tristan never cooked as long as he wasn't in the house. Not even instant noodles exist.

This morning everyone will be back to work as usual. Tristan is going to the office and Mentari is going to school. Kirana had to prepare breakfast for them.

Tracing the still quiet streets they both went to the morning market. It's not too far from their home. It only takes fifteen minutes to get to the market.

Kirana, enter the market berjubel with other buyers and also pelvic porters.

"Just as necessary. Don't go too far" said Tristan.

Kirana caught an uncomfortable look on Tristan's face. Of course because people certainly never seem to set foot in a traditional market.

"Just wait in the car if you don't want to go shopping," replied Kirana.

But Tristan kept on following where his wife stepped. Kirana chooses some fresh vegetables and also kitchen spices. Prices in a much cheaper market make it stifling. A large bag full of vegetables and kitchen spices was taken Tristan from the vegetable seller. It's too heavy if Kirana takes it. Especially with his big stomach.

"It's already?"

"Yet. Buy fish with chicken first."

Just getting into the fish merchant's stall, Tristan's stomach seemed stirred. The man rushed away and let his wife into the fish stall herself.

Seeing her husband nauseous, Kirana stopped buying fish. He caught up with Tristan who was walking out of the market.

"Geek!" Tristan could not bear to immediately spit out his stomach contents. Even if nothing comes out.

"We're going home, are we?" Kirana could not bear to force her husband to keep waiting for her to shop.

Kirana took the time to buy chicken at traders who opened stalls outside the market. Then followed Tristan to the car. It seemed like today he had to resist his urge to eat fish.

How else, her husband can't seem to get into the market. Even to the nausea. Next time he will go alone without asking to be delivered.

Kirana massaged the nape of her husband who was still silent as if holding something that was about to come out of her mouth.

"Drink first, Mum!" Kirana picked up the remaining mineral water bottle yesterday that was still stored at the door.

But Tristan refused. With the reason he could not drink cold fresh water because his nausea would increasingly become.

Slowly the car drove. Leaving the market parking lot back to their house.

"Have you ever been to the market?" ask Kirana on the way.

"Earlier. Once a week to the market. Elita prefers vegetable shopping in the market rather than the supermarket."

"Nice too?"

Tristan shakes. "Mas also do not know why was suddenly nauseous when the smell of fish."

They arrived home when Mentari was awake. And Bu Ratih looks to be tidying up the little boy's bed.

Kirana barged into the kitchen. Boil the water and make a warm tea for Tristan.

While the man was still in the bathroom. Complete the nausea that still torments him.

"Tristan why?" ask Mrs Ratih to Kirana.

"At the market was nauseous, Ma. Until home is also still nauseous. Don't know why."

Tristan, who had just come out of the bathroom with a limp body, pulled the chair and sipped his warm tea.

"Wind possible, Mas. Yesterday's been a long trip." Kirana pressed the back of her hand against Tristan's forehead and neck.

"Okay," he murmured later.

"Pity your mom's son. His wife is pregnant with you who is nauseous." Mrs Ratih teases Tristan while gritting her son's shoulder.

"Not to worry, Na. Since you were pregnant she was often nauseous," he said then to the daughter-in-law.The woman then passed back to Mentari's room to help her granddaughter prepare to leave for school.

"really?" Kirana could hardly believe it could happen. She has never felt sick in the morning since she became pregnant. All the suffering was borne by her husband.

He also hugged Tristan. "Ughh! Poor lukewarm, u" he rubbed his lips.

"What would you eat? Let me masakin." continued Kirana.

"Spy fried rice is the same flour fried chicken that has a lot of criuk."

"OKs. Yes wait. Take a shower there!"

Kirana opened her shopping bag. Fortunately, he had bought chicken. He also washed a few pieces of chicken that were part of his thigh. Marinating the chicken then put it in the refrigerator. While waiting for the seasoning, Kirana made her mother's rresep fried rice seasoning. Almost every day the menu was requested Tristan while in the village.

Kirana patted her forehead. He's upa if he hasn't cooked rice. But seeing the rice cooker lit up, Kirana opened it. Thank goodness she had a very understanding mother-in-law. Apparently during her time at the market, her mother-in-law had already cooked rice.

Dai took a few spoons of rice. Deliberately cooking a lot because Tristan must have asked for supplies.

The smell of fried rice permeated the entire room. Even up to the upper room. The sound of hasty steps down the stairs was heard. Tristan with a shirt that was far from neat came down the stairs and sat at the dinner table waiting for Kirana to finish cooking.

"Don't be a kid, Mom. The shirt was put in first." Kirana asked her husband to stand up and then helped tidy up her shirt.

"Not wearing a tie?"

"Nwgqk. Again neat slacking."

Kirana shook her head in surprise and then returned to the front of the stove. Prepare the oil for frying the chicken. Tristan can't wait. He heard the sound of the knocking of his nails on the dining table.

The chicken was swimming in hot oil. While the menubngu is dry. Kirana prepared four dishes of fried rice. Vibesnya already like being in a cooking competition on television. Must be fast-paced due to time demands.

Four dishes of fried rice were ready at the dinner table. With one spice plate is not spicy for Mentari. Followed by fried chicken that has just been lifted from the frying pan.

Kirana rubbed her waist and threw out a gasp from her mouth.

"Capek, huh?" Tristan rubbed Kirana's back. Transferring the energy so that Kirana would smile again.

"I called Mentari Mama first, yeah."

It turned out that for so long in the room, Mrs Ratih mistakenly took the uniform for Mentari. He had to be taken off and put on his uniform that day.

Seeing Kirana in front of the door, Memtari actually whined for braiding. Dai moved out of his lap and approached Kirana.

"Eh, Mommy is tired of cooking. Sama Oam only, prevent Bu Ratih when the Mentari wants to ask to be braided by Kirana.

"It's okay, Ma. Mama had breakfast first with Mas Tris, we'll catch up."

It seems that the busyness of kKrana will increase. Because not only Mentari was spoiled, but also his father.

After tidying up her daughter's hair, Kirana invites Mentari to have breakfast. The boy was just as enthusiastic as the father saw the menu on the dining table. Fried chicken is her favorite food.

"If there's a good Mother, right, Pa? Every day was more like Mother," the babble was like a scathing satire for Tristan.

"Mother don't go again, yeah. Papa likes to be angry if there is no Mother," Mentari's fight that makes Kirana glance at her husband.