The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 93: The COD

This early trimester had no signs of pregnancy to make Saras complain. Whether it's nausea or something else. Only his appetite was getting crazier. But Saras considers this a natural thing. Body one he's eating let alone this body two.

Paijo also always warned his wife to maintain health. Like this morning before he left for work. The long message of beating the length of the railway should Saras hear diligently.

"Don't get tired, don't stress, you have to keep happy, say you need nothing"

"Don't do laundry, don't do the dishes, don't clean the house,"

"Ga needs to cook too, I can eat anything, vitamins in a drink, enough rest, don't watch Drakor continue"

"If you are bored at home you can walk, but not far away"

"Eh, for that one you just wait for me okay!"

"I don't want you in the lyrics of other men out there"

"Huh... let alone getting here, why do I feel you're getting sexy huh!?"

"Don't use skincare first, actually you are beautiful without treatment, but I permit later, you can care again after giving birth,"

"Eh no, after giving birth you still have to breastfeed right?"

"Just take care of myself while I stay at work, let everything Kubro did"

"Your parents are still, right? If I transfer now"

"Later tonight I'd like to bring you what snacks?"

Paijo, who was finished with his leather jacket, frowned, as Saras seemed to be silently watching him. "Why is something wrong?"

"Heem" Saras nodded funny.

"What?"

Saras approached and wrapped her hands around her husband's hips. "Wrongly why now, my husband is so ugly, hehe..."

Paijo's meditation, "Hissss...." Then kiss Saras' lips at a glance. "Because I love you and our baby-to-be"

"If money can come on its own without being sought, it doesn't feel willing to leave you alone"

"Hmmm. i'm fine. I promise to take good care of your son"

"Where might I be stressed, have a husband like you Mas, beat the world and its contents"

Saras chuckled after saying that.

"But gombal! Kiss it again here!"

Saras resigned only when her husband kissed her whole face without exception. Then down to the stomach Saras who despite having entered the age of three months is still average. Only the part of the uterus that if felt feels atos contains. Naturally there is indeed content, maybe still as big as a lemon. Therefore, Paijo asked Saras to breathe enough and be happy. So that his son is happy too.

"But take care of yourself, be careful on the road, do not dwell, do not forget to eat too"

Last night they talked, later when Dedek was born, they agreed to call Paijo with the call of Apak and Saras with the call of Mbuk. Substitute for Father and Mother. Although it sounds okay, they like kog.

After hugging long enough, Saras finally had to take her husband's departure to the front of the house. It feels like every day Paijo leaves for the battlefield. Saras' heart always beats in pain. May God always protect her husband.

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Saras wore a grey t-shirt and leggings while delivering Paijo to the front earlier. Just now Paijo mungkur, his super kepo neighbors approached Saras.

"Relinas!" call him when Saras will return to the house.

"Yes?"

"I heard you're pregnant?"

"Yes Ma'am" answered Saras briefly. Often Saras had to take care of the heart when invited to chat with these one mother. Answer enough.

"Oh.. How many months? Your stomach is still flat!"

Just a second ago, it was julid. "Lake in three months Ma'am" I don't want Saras to answer.

Bu Tutik suddenly scanned the appearance of Saras from the top down, up again down again. Saras really wanted to catch him if he did not remember he was an old man.

"The pregnant person wears a negligee, do not wear pants continue, pity that in the stomach, is still a period of growth," Though Saras wear leggings instead of tight jeans that make farting just difficult.

"You want your son to have pituten ears? the shape is not perfect?"

Amit-amit, Saras rubbed his stomach.

"Eat him wearing a loose negligee, do not wear pants, rubber on the pants can affect the development of the fetus"

The theory of where it is, great originator. Or has there been research on whether rubber on the waist of pants can affect fetal development? In fact, there is amniotic fluid that protects the fetus from external impacts. But rather than debate continued Saras wasteful energy, mending assented. Then Bu Tutik went across back to the afterlife. It means go home.

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Instead of being reprimanded twice, Saras decided to buy a negligee through an online shopping application. Since the free voucher is only left for COD payment, Saras finally used that one.

Scrolling from one store to another. If you are looking for a good quality negligee and a variety of choices. Saras will buy about two dozen negligee with different motives. Let's change the negligee three times a day. Let Miss Tutik be envious later. And his mouth won't give Saras another chance for julid. Just look!

Saras inserts slash of her husband's name, Ahmad Ranvir Al Ghazali. He thought that the courier could easily find his home address later. Understand Saras name is not too popular in the village, he is a newcomer. And the people there know her husband better.

The sip! I successfully checked out. Estimated goods will be up to three to four days ahead. Or it could be faster due to shipping from Pekalongan. Of course Saras prefer the city of Pekalongan, the city is known as the city of Batik. There are many batik industries there. So he didn't hesitate to buy.

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The courier stopped in front of Bu Tutik's house. Then ask for the umpteenth time.

"Sorry Bu asked, Ahmad Ranvir Al Ghazali's house, you know which one is not?"

Bu Tutik thought out loud, a strange name. In remember until the bald head even seems like no citizen here has a name as good as that. Tutik ma'am gave up. "Ga know sir, how many RT and RW?"

"RT 3 RW 2"

"Yes..really here anyway. But no one has that name"

The courier looks frustrated. If he did not deliver the package, he would have complained. Not to mention the boss at the office.

Together with that Kubro flashed while humming,

"The wak dewe tau duwe shadow"

"Tomorrow Yen wes wayah omah-omahan"

"I'm a Moco saran newspaper, Kowe belonjo negligee..aaaaaaaaa...."

Tutik's mom called him, "Heh, genie's descendant, here!"

Kubro gave an irritated glance, but approached as well. If he is a descendant of jinn, Kubro according to when called the female version of Dajjal drops.

"What's? What's?"

"Ask him sir try, he was once a census committee here!"

"Maybe this half-baked man knows, if he doesn't know, just ask him to move citizenship there far away!"

"Damn! amit-amit... Eike, still love the homeland of Indonesia. Don't carelessly talk, in the tabok angel new flavor!"

The courier was getting confused. Inevitably he became a referee and stopped the debate. Tutik ma'am melengos but reluctant to go, kepo actually who the hell the owner of the name?

Kubro read the name and address listed on the package wrapped in black.

"Oh... Eike, know this too well."

"Tuh..his house!" Kubro pointed at the house across. Paijo House. Courier and Bu Tutik gawking bego.

"Jeez, really, I've been here four times, it's his house..."

"Eh.. It's really you! That's Paijo's house, since when did Paijo change his name?"

"Oath! dare to be cursed to be beautiful if Eike is lying!"

"Ahmad Ranvir Al Ghazali is his official name, if his stage name is Paijo, nih also, Yunita Saraswati, my most beautiful and best employer in the real world and hallucinations"

"So it's obvious, isn't it?"

"Eike doesn't need to move citizens"

"That's where the world moved! the neighbors themselves don't know!"

"No, don't know baby!" Kubro Lips. Then he took the courier to cross.

"Oh...." Bu Tutik mangosteen is still mumbled with this one fact. He didn't even have a chance to avenge Kubro's scorn.

The next moment he realized. "SATAN!"

"Just tell me to die!"

The courier complained that the muters were looking for an address in Saraswati's name. Already in love her husband's name was even more confusing. Saras forgets that her husband is more famous with the call of Paijo. After apologizing and thanking the Courier, sir,

finally that afternoon Saraswati, Kubro and Pak Kurir can follow the typical singing of Tukul Arowana.

"Cod Chopee! Chopee COD's...."

"Pay directly in place"

"Cod Chopee! Cod Chopee"

"Surely guaranteed safe"

"Wear the Chopee COD"

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You guys singing and rocking anyway?

Wkwkwkw....

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