Romantic Husband (Stupid Sure Met) By Meisy T

Ngidam part 2

My gestational age has entered the third month. My body is getting healthier, not feeling as weak as the previous pregnancy. My appetite is getting worse. Sometimes in the middle of the night I wake up and pick up a few pieces of cake in the fridge.

I felt sad when I saw my cheeks getting swollen. Remember the fetus in the stomach, I tried to forget something else. Moreover, Ridho always comforted me with speech or attention. I'm getting excited about my second pregnancy.

Almost every day, Ridho put an ear on my stomach, even though there was no significant movement from our baby candidates. He often speaks with passion when he does.

"What are you doing, honey?"

"Healthy yes, in your stomach."

"Papa's son ain't naughty today, is he?"

"Papa go to work first, yeah. You take good care of Mama at home."

I can only smile or laugh at her behavior. Our marriage really felt perfect. Still, I didn't forget our first baby. Sometimes the miss is still felt.

The ringing tone of the incoming call sign disperse my daydream. Mother's name is seen on that flat screen. I'll push the green button immediately.

"Assynolajet. Tumben I'm calling you gini nights?"

"You haven't slept, have you?"

"No, Ma. Just went to bed. Why, Mom?"

"God willing, tomorrow I will go to your house. What do you want to cook, son?"

"Asiatic. Make sambal tempeh mix terija, ma'am." I can't hide my pleasure from Mom's visit.

"Well, is that all?"

My lips curl a smile. "Yes. I haven't eaten that mother's cooking for a long time."

I've been here ever since I found out I was pregnant. This time he asked what I liked. Usually he immediately brought the vegetables he cooked that day. I never ordered anything, I spent everything. Anyway, I didn't have any nausea getting pregnant this time.

"All right, Princess. Tomorrow Shalehah's mother brings her order."

I could hear Mom's joke sounding ridiculous. I'm still happy. To this day, she still treats me like her little daughter.

"Thank you, Mrs Saliha. Now please rest. It's the night."

Mom laughed at my joke. "Siip. You also do not stay up. Not good for your baby."

"Yes, Mom."

The voice call was decided after we said greetings to each other. Ridho went into the room. He was watching the news when I went in.

"Who's calling, Yang?".

"Mother, Mas. He said he'd come here tomorrow. Tumben-dumbenan nanyain I want to masakin what."

"But you're happy, aren't you?"

I smiled, then nodded. "I'm moved exactly."

"Yes already. Now we sleep, yes. It's not good pregnant women sleep at night."

"Yes, Mum."

We also went up to the bed. I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn't sleep. The soft snoring of the man sleeping next to me.

Really sleeping?

I pulled out a blanket to cover Ridho's body. The night is getting cold. Plus the air conditioner that Ridho turns on before going to bed.

For a few moments I was alone. Imagine our lives when the baby is born. It must be very fun to play or walk three.

I can't wait to meet our baby. I don't think about gender anymore. Men or women do not matter, the important thing is to be born healthy and safe.

The clock on the wall kept going, but I still couldn't sleep. My stomach is starting to feel hungry. Instantly the food that Ridho often ate flashed across my mind. I pulled Ridho's arm to wake him up.

"Mas, Mommy! Up, donk! I suddenly want to eat vegetable puffs, deh."

"I want it now ...."

"It's already 10 p.m., Honey .. Where's anyone selling vegetables?"

"Ga knows, ah! Anyway, I want to eat some vegetables."

Ridho quickly turned back my body that was behind him. "Yes already. Find it first, yes. But if you don't get mad, do you, honey?"

"Hm."

I answered ogah-ogahan. For some reason, a vegetable soup suddenly flashed through my mind. It felt really sad when Ridho said he couldn't find it.

"Mas go first, yeah. You lock the door."

We got out of bed and went out of the room. Ridho grabbed the jacket and the motor key. I gave a fleeting smile as he waved his hand.

Scroll clock on the wall. It was already half-eleven, but Ridho hadn't returned yet. Didn't he find anyone selling vegetable pennies?

Shortly thereafter, the sound of Ridho's motor entered the courtyard of the house. I hurried to open the door. Ridho said his greetings before entering.

"Can you, Mas?"

In spirit I grabbed the package in Ridho's hand. I was a little surprised to see him just being quiet. Become understanding when looking at the contents of the package he brought.

"Cock chicken noodles, anyway?"

"Ga someone sold the food, honey .. mas already twirling around here earlier."

"Times, anyway?"

"Yes, Honey. Don't you prefer chicken noodles all this time?"

I pursed my lips because I didn't get the food I was craving. Ridho stroked my cheek gently. I still flinch, not usually Ridho gives up on my wishes.

"Udah, ah! I'm gonna go to bed."

"His chicken?"

"Just eat!"

Ridho prevented my steps from going into the room. "Tomorrow after the dawn prayer mas straight out again, huh?"

I paused for a moment. "Mas cape, right? Just rest, go!"

The tall man grabbed me in his arms. "I'm sorry, yes .. can't fulfill your wish this time."

I took a deep breath. Trying to get rid of the bad taste due to not getting the food I want. Plus the attitude of Ridho who was a little indifferent when he returned.

"Now we sleep."

Ridho put on a sorry look. I tried to escape from his embrace. I better try to sleep again.

"You're not angry anymore, are you?"

"You need to talk about it again, Mom."

Ridho scratched his head which I believed was not itchy. I continued the steps that had stopped towards the room. I don't care about Ridho who's still standing in his place.

Just laying down on the bed, Ridho followed by lying next to me. I turned my body against the wall. The mood was quiet. I waited for the consolation from him, but Ridho didn't speak anymore.

My stomach is ringing again. A glass of warm chocolate milk is enough for now. However, I was a little uncomfortable getting out of the room when it was late at night.

Forced nurunin prestige, this. Need Ridho to make nemenin to the kitchen.

I turned the body back to face Ridho. Turns out he closed his eyes. Shortly after, his snoring was heard again. I turned my eyeballs to see his magical behavior.

Ridho!