The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 95: In the Incandescent While in the Pillars, May I?

Two months later, a red container was parked in front of Paijo's factory. Order wood frame as a textile fabric roller ready to be loaded. It looks like the employees are busy loading the item into a container.

Neighbors around are grateful because after the establishment of Paijo's factory, they can come to work there. Indirectly, Paijo also contributed to reducing the unemployment rate in the village. Because it's not just men who can work. The mothers can also come to work making the fabric frame because it is not a difficult job nor is it too heavy.

Mothers can also do this at home. Like the freelance worker system, they can then deliver the results of their work after collecting a lot. Wages given can also be said to be appropriate. At least it can help mothers so that their kitchen can remain steaming.

Saraswati, with her stomach already visible, approached Paijo, who was watching the workers. The new thing that Saras felt when she was five months pregnant was nausea vomiting. Like upside down, even though in the early trimester the symptoms do not appear at all. Now Saras felt tormented, his mouth bitter, eating nothing unappetizing. Even smelling the smell of rice just felt like he wanted to faint.

"Mas's coffee!"

"Hey, why are you out, baby? lots of dust, just go in!"

"Coffee can be delivered Mbak Kubro, why did you deliver, where is he?!"

"Mom, Kubro Ma'am!"

"Hisch... Mbak Kubro again to the stall. Besides I can still kog Mas, just bring coffee only" Saras grumbled, his fault also complained, now Paijo became more crazy, over protective. But do not want to complain how, the name of pregnant women want to pretend strong also that there is still aja ndoyong.

"Put it down here, let's go in! You can't get dust!"

Jeez, the stuff in the museum is still dusty even though it is cleaned every day. Hla this Saras got a little dust can not. Paijo leads Saras into the house. But their steps were blocked Yadi who suddenly appeared with a teapot of iced tea in his hand.

Brenggg....!!! an unpleasant smell in the wind wafted freely in the air.

Saras suddenly felt his stomach in a stir.

"Hoeeekkkkk... hoeeekkk...."

"Well, what did I say..."

Not because of dust or bad smell fart, but because of the smell of sweat that can be ascertained Yadi's new passing. Paijo immediately nagged.

"Yad! tomorrow you if work do not forget to use rexona or all wear mothballs, my wife to nausea gini"

Saras closed his nose and mouth tightly. The head is also directly gliyengan. While Yadi with a bego face is still confused what he is wrong. The shy man of the world lowered his head without answering.

"Yad, I tell you tomorrow your armpits are in love with rexona, answered not even silence!"

"Eh. Yes, Mas Jo..."

His name is kacung ya smell ketie, if the fragrant drizzle is yes office workers or mendreng brothers who ider ask for a deposit of money. It was in my opinion, Yadi where dare to answer so, even though in the heart.

"Ringet ye-..." Paijo stopped nagging as Saras walked quickly then immediately crouched under the mango tree.

"Hoeeekkk...!" Saras couldn't bear to not vomit. His stomach was drained again. Saras' face looked lethargic with watery eyes.

Paijo helped to massage the nape of Saras' neck. "Oh my God, what a pity, every time you throw up I feel like a really useless husband"

"What if you don't live outside your city?"

Sroooott....!

Saras wants to cry.

"Huaaa.. avocado shake has just come out again mas..."

Saras forced to fill his stomach, if again he vomited. Now Saras's gaze stared at the pus on a pile of vomit with the color mixed with avocado green on the ground.

"What ga, I made you again yes, or you want to eat what"

"Let's go in first let's go later Mbak Kubro clean this"

Saras, according to him, was led by Paijo into the house. Then Paijo helped his wife gargle in the bathroom. At first glance info, since Saras was pregnant, Paijo made a new bathroom that was in line with his home. Unfortunately, Saras no longer had to walk far. Especially now that he more often back and forth pee.

"It's bitter because it's the mouth..." Saras curled up on the sofa in front of the television. While Paijo cross-legged on the floor while continuing to stroke the head of his wife.

"Want me to get some candy? or make an angel tea?" Saras.

"Hot chocolate?" Saras nodded again.

"How come?"

"In the puk-puk gini aja mas," wirih Saras while grabbing Paijo's hand to pat his ass. Manja Saras's. Like a baby boy who asks to be in the arms before going to bed.

"I'm dizzy to sleep..."

Paijo felt pity, the beautiful wife who was usually always cheerful and full of spirit was now curled up with a pale face, a fat stomach, and slightly swollen legs. It is a collaboration of sacrifice that will not be able to be exchanged for anything.

"Moved the room? sleeping on the sofa later your body aches hlo"

"No, it's comfortable here too"

"Mas don't stop, in the puk-puk again.." whining Saras with eyes half closed when it was felt Paijo's hand stopped patting.

"Woven in the gini?"

"Yes, I've been hugging until you fall asleep"

"I'm Temenin, if I ask for a massage also I incandescent"

"You want his legs on a pinchester?"

Paijo's hand just touched Saras's feet, Saras immediately moved. "Don't! don't flinch my feet!"

Paijo. He blinked his eyes a few times. What if Paijo stomps Saras' feet, then his wife will turn into jiny oh jiny? or is it more scary to turn into a zombie?

"Why?" Paijo.

"I don't want it, I don't think it's polite"

"Continue to say parents can also be a wife who digelunjak, I do not want to digeljak, although still often bawel, still like to argue you, but I do not want to be a wife who digelunjak"

"i want to be a sholihah" wife"

Paijo smiled with his wife. "When it was already brushed hlo, denger want in the foot massage immediately woke up that..."

"You've been the best wife to me, terrrrrrrrrrrrrbaik instead"

"May you hear the parent's advice, take the positives, but if I don't mind your mijitin, that means nothing, no blame laws,"

"i love you, because of conceiving my son you are also in this kind of distress"

"So don't refuse if I want to master you"

"Yes-yes, but still I don't want to be in her foot massage"

The two looked at each other with glances of mutual adoration. Loving and affectionate look.

"Mas, no matter how bad I was carrying our child, I was happy"

"You don't feel guilty about it,"

"all pregnant women must feel like me, sorry if I often ngrengek ga comfortable it"

"Tomorrow I'm less in whining"

Paijo shook his head quickly, disagreeing with Saras' last sentence.

"Don't be in lessin, I don't have a problem you whine, even if you just shut up I can't be involved with how much you suffer"

"I'm not suffering!"

"I'm happy. Look I can smile. hiii..." Saras pulled his aunt to show off her white teeth.

"Hish..great style" hissed Paijo. Then they both chuckled small.

"You need to massage your feet, but if you are, you can be here!" point Saras at his shoulder. If Saras ga nolak's shoulder incandescent. Saras rem is literate when his shoulder is gently massaged by the husband.

"Enak Mas your massage"

"make me sleepy again"

"Take it in a pinch, while in the bushes can mas?"

"Hemftttt. everything for you Yunita Saraswati..."

While massaging his shoulders, while in the buttocks. How is Paijo doing? Haha...

Can dong, hand one kneel shoulder, hand one puk-puk butt. Saras boboknya 'will be leaping caterpillar fur. Wkwkekw....

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Sorry just to write a little, busy work ga sepet nulis a few days. So the kayak brain that is less hot, nulis feel difficult that, the idea of stuck. Especially if you want to end gini like hard...

Thank you for being faithful to this story.

I give you an idea, about this wood business belongs to Mas Paijo.

The bottom of this frame is a roll of fabric