Seductress

Responsibilities

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(Gerry POV)

It was almost 2am when I felt my body being shaken slowly by Caramel. My eyes still felt heavy when I saw him start with his puppy eyes for the umpteenth time.

"What else, baby?" My words are still gathering my consciousness.

"Lapar mas. is very hungry" The whine is spoiled.

"Before you go to bed at 11, you have eaten, baby.." I reminded.

"I'm still hungry.." His voice that was suddenly bowed, crying.

I immediately sat down and rubbed his back slowly "What do you want to eat, honey? buy it later"

He shook his head slowly. I rubbed a little tears in his eyes. Are pregnant women like this? Suddenly crying, suddenly angry, suddenly happy and hugging me all day, suddenly not wanting to be touched at all.

I've never felt like a standby husband accompanying a pregnant wife. Of course this is my first time. Always waking up in the middle of the night to his sometimes unreasonable requests.

But I was happy, very happy to know that there was a little creature in his stomach that would later complete the happiness of our family.

"Bikinin fried noodles mas.. " She said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Later mas call mbak Sri or mbak Ijah. Let fried noodles be made" I said and stood up from the bed.

"I want it to make you mas.. " Saying who followed me who was almost at the door.

I breathe slowly "Baikhh bumilku dear... ready to serve you" Gurauku while rubbing his stomach is still flat.

She was only 12 weeks pregnant. So it's not so visible yet. His body still looks small but both cheeks are rounder. I'm getting more and more anxious.

Changes in her attitude because of hormones during pregnancy were often explained by her obstetrician to me. So that I get ready to face his sometimes abstract attitude.

Like suddenly waking up in the middle of the night hungry and want to eat something. Or to have me stroke his back all night and make me have to endure my desires all night.

"Not instant fried noodles boiled mas.. But the noodles fried use soy sauce seasoning that pedes. Pake chives with carrots.." He said as soon as I saw me pick up instant noodles on the kitchen shelf.

"Are you the same, baby?" I know nothing about cooking.

"Beda.. You take onion, garlic, the same chili that many.trus in thin slices" he said, which is a little far from the kitchen.

I followed it, and started slicing garlic, chili, shallots as well as chives and carrots.

For a long time I felt pain in my eyes. It tastes like this when cooking. My tears just came down. And my wife laughed with joy at me who was struggling to keep up with her wishes.

"Mas don't know if it will be as sad as this when cooking.. Mas promised to raise the salaries of Mbak Ijah and Mbak Sri who often tormented because of this onion" said I turned sentimental.

I wiped my tears with my hand, damn it I forgot because my hand was hit by onions and chili peppers. Of course it feels more painful.

I ran to the bathroom and washed my face with soap. But still stinging. When I returned to the kitchen, Caramel laughed even more loudly at my red face.

I kissed her lips at a glance "You deliberately fussed, huh? Revenge for having pregnant you?" My gura was greeted with a small pinch on my waist.

"This is the name of the responsibility of the mas, because you are getting overtime in the morning, afternoon, late until I am pregnant" he said not to lose.

"Yes. yes, pregnant..." I said angrily and pinched her cheeks then continued cooking again.

I listened to everything Caramel told me, so I could serve him the fried noodles he so desperately wanted.

I saw him who started picking up forks and started eating a mouthful. But he scrunched his forehead.

"Why? What is less?" Askaqua.

"Less pungent mas.. But it's good" he said then began to devour my fried noodles until the toilet was not there.

"Sleep yuk mas.." Invite him after his stomach is full and go away leaving me who is still confused by his abstract behavior.

***

"For our new project which is the Bandung branch, so far there is no problem. I leave it to Mr. Umam to review it directly.." My words were interrupted during the meeting this afternoon because the phone shakes in my pants pocket.

Drrrrt drrrrttttttt

"I'm sorry, I got a phone call for a second.." Take me to the whole room and head for the corner.

"Sorry baby, I'm at this meeting... What's up?"

"how?"

"But I'm meeting now.later afternoon ya.."

I saw the whole room watching me who was on a phone with my mummy who was sulking asking for gudeg.

"Pesen Gr*bfood only yes.."

"It's the same kind of meeting again, dear.didn't feel good with the staff again at the meeting"

I glanced at all the staff present at the meeting this afternoon. Some are smiling blatantly, some are just smacking a smile.

"Yes, you're waiting at home.."

"Love you too.."

I ended by whispering softly in shame with the whole room looking at me with a smile.

I cleared my throat for a moment "Sorry, do any of you know that Jogja gudeg in Jakarta is the most delicious where?" ask me to be ashamed.

Because I never knew what a food by the name of Gudeg was like. And now my mummy is craving that food.

"In Menteng there are famous sir, for more details the same mbah Gugel must know" Chirps one of them.

Really, why didn't I think to search the internet? I advised Caramel to order it through Gr*bfood. Why do I have to embarrass myself in front of them?

"Wife is craving, sir?" Knock the other one again.

I scratched my nape that wasn't itchy "Yes... " I answer withstanding shame.

"Wahhhhh congratulations, sirkk..." Said one of them and followed up with the others who congratulated.

"Thank you everyone, and sorry for the time being the meeting is postponed until I come back again" I said unhappily and left the meeting room.

Before I reached the door I vaguely heard a staff talking quietly "Sir boss is really bucin"

I swear by anything, I also feel like there's something wrong with me.

TB

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