Sebatang Kara's...

At last...

Days passed, and night came. Tonight, we will return to Medan by taking the Bayang Pane bus. We also rushed to the Bayang Pane bus counter by riding a motorcycle rickshaw.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the Bayang Pane bus counter. The rickshaw driver and my husband got off the rickshaw, and drove our luggage into the Bayang Pane bus counter.

After paying the rickshaw fare, my husband went inside the counter to meet the counter attendant. We immediately sat on an empty bench that had been provided by the owner of the counter around the location of the Bayang Pane bus counter.

I saw a lot of passengers sitting to wait for the ticket purchase queue Bayang Pane bus. Luckily, my husband bought a ticket last night.

A few minutes later, the counter clerk asked all passengers who already had tickets to enter the bus. For buses to leave immediately to the city of Medan.

All passengers rushed to the entrance of the Bayang Pane bus, regularly and neatly, so that there was no rush between passengers.

After all passengers enter, the counter attendant checks all passenger tickets, whether the seat is in accordance with the ticket number.

After everything was completed at the counter attendant's check, the bus driver began to drive the bus at moderate speed.

During the eight-hour drive, we finally arrived in the city of Medan. At exactly six in the morning, we arrived at the Bayang Pane bus counter in Medan. After taking our luggage. My husband called a motorcycle rickshaw guy.

Because the size of the motorcycle rickshaw in Medan is smaller than the size of the rickshaw in the old mountain, we were forced to rent two motorcycle rickshaws to clean our luggage and my sister-in-law.

A few minutes later, we arrived in front of our rented house. I rushed down from the motorbike, and opened the door of our house. My husband and sister followed from behind while carrying our luggage into the house.

" Deck, this is your room" I said, pointing to the guest bedroom as his room.

I went straight to our bedroom to rest for a while. My body feels sore all, it feels like getting this massage all over my body, to be fresh and fit again.

Maybe because my pregnancy condition has even six months, and my baby is very active, making me tired quickly.

I just kept watching him do it myself.

I took the initiative to take a shower, so that my body is not sore and tired. I rushed to the bathroom to clean my body. After the shower, my body felt fresher and fitter. I was dressed in our bedroom. I am currently wearing a pink, short-sleeved, knee-length negligee. To make my body more free to move.

My husband finished our clothes. Now she rushed to the bathroom to clean her body.

I prepared the casual clothes she used to wear inside the house. I lay my body on the bed. Soon, I fell asleep hugging my pillow.

After the bath, my husband put on the clothes I prepared on the bed. He also spread his body beside me, and hugged me from behind.

we slept well while hugging. When Adzan Dzuhur reverberated, we woke up from our nap. I feel hungry. I rushed to the kitchen to cook boiled noodles and cow's eye eggs.

Fortunately, our food supply is still intact in the cupboard.

Finished cooking rice and boiled noodles as well as the cow's eye eggs. I served it on the dinner table and covered it with a serving hood.

I rushed to our bedroom to call my husband for lunch and my sister-in-law too.

" Bang, let's have lunch together!", take me while pulling her hand. My husband just followed. While passing through my sister-in-law's room, I called her over for lunch as well.

." Dek, let's have lunch first", take me with a smile on her.

We finally had lunch together...

Seriate...