The Young Master's Loving Wife

Cravings.

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Kania and Ras are currently walking around the complex of his house. They walk casually because of the condition of Kania's enlarged stomach.

Kania's gestational age has now reached five months and of course his weight has increased by several kilos from before as well as his stomach that looks very heavy because Kania carries three lives at once in his stomach that's.

"Rest first yes, then continue again" said Ras who was holding Kania's hand.

"Yes my feet are already pegel," said Kania nodding his head.

"Sit there first, let me massage his legs first," said Ras pointing to a bench not far from his place.

In the middle of the residential complex where they live there is a small park in the middle of the complex and currently Ras and Kania are there.

Enjoying the cool air in the morning, while walking casually accompanied Kania who had to take a leisurely walk occasionally in her already growing pregnancy.

Not only those who are there, there are other people who are exercising lightly around the park because today is a fairly crowded Sunday.

"Let's sit here first." Ras leads Kania to sit on a bench and raises Kania's leg slowly.

He kept Kania's legs in his lap after which he began to give a gentle massage to provide comfort to Kania.

Things like that he was used to do when Kania's stomach had begun to grow, he said, kania's stomach is indeed twice as big as pregnant women in general and because of that Kania is easily tired lately.

"Udah okay?" ask Ras.

"Udah is good," answered Kania nodding her head.

"Thank God, it still wants to be here if we go home, it's already noon" Ras said.

"Home home, I've been feeling sick of taking a shower."

"Well come on, be careful getting up," Ras said helping Kania stand up.

They began to leave the park, walking slowly to get to his house, while on the way Kania looked at a house whose gate was open.

There were two people who looked like workers there were washing cars. However, that is not the focal point of Kania but Kania sees there are many pots filled with strawberries.

"Let's Queen" asked Ras in surprise as Kania continued to look towards the person who was washing the car and stopped her steps.

"If you want to see people washing cars, I can also wash Queen's car, see other men to the extent," Ras said sounding jealous.

"I didn't see the person who was washing the car" Kania clucked and turned to look at Ras.

"Keep what dong, let's go home the hotter day," said Ras pulling Kania's hand gently.

"Hhhhhh King, didn't you see that?" tanya Kania pointed into the gate.

"What?" ask Ras with eyes that follow Kania's direction.

"That's strawberry fruit? you want strawberries, yes let's go home maybe there are still strawberries," asked Ras again but Kania held it.

"I don't want to go home, I want to pick the strawberry, it must be fresher if you eat it when it's new in the picking," said Kania imagining the taste of the freshly picked strawberry.

The taste will certainly be very fresh, the sweet acid will certainly be very fresh in his mouth, the more imagined Kania the more he wants to pick the strawberry and eat it directly.

"You want that strawberry directly, now?" ask Ras not to believe it.

"Yes," Kania replied nodding her head enthusiastically.

Looking at Kania who nodded her head enthusiastically made Ras sigh heavily.

"Where if we go to the strawberry garden directly so you can eat strawberries until satisfied," Ras proposal was immediately answered by the head by Kania.

"Old master, I don't want to. I want that right now" whined Kania.

He could not possibly disappoint his wife by ignoring her wishes, he gathered all his courage to go to the house and he would buy strawberries there.

"I want to come along, I want to pluck it too," said Kania enthusiastically holding onto Ras's arm.

"All right come on." The race could only surrender to bring Kania into the gate of the house.

"Excuse me, sir, Mas" said Ras, causing the two men of different ages to turn their attention to Ras.

"Yes, what's the need?" ask one of the men.

"What has this house in?" ask Ras.

"Sir and Madam are there, if you may know what interests are there?"

"May I speak with them?" ask Race politely.

"Sorry Mas, right now my employer is busy they definitely won't be able to be bothered," replied the worker at the house politely.

"I just want to talk for a moment, sir, it won't be long" Ras said trying to persuade him to call the house's owner.

"Sorry Mas, my employer is busy at the moment, he doesn't like anyone to interfere with his activities."

"Oh sir, it didn't take me long" Ras said.

Kania looks already beekaca-glass because it is impatient to pick and eat the strawberry.

"Sir, please call your employer, I want to buy the strawberry fruit," said Kania finally opened his voice.

Seeing Kania who is pregnant makes the two men look at each other because they do not have the heart to see Kania who must be cravings at this time.

"Well I'll try to talk to my employer first, but I'm not sure he'll allow it because the strawberry was planted by Madam and usually no one should pick it," obviously an older worker.

"Thank you before sir," said Kania smiling enthusiastically.

"Yes, you can wait here." After saying that, the worker went from there to his house.

Kania and Ras patiently waited in front of the house, until shortly afterwards the man was followed by two people behind him.

A man pushes a wheelchair occupied by a woman they estimate is his wife.

"Good morning Mr. Madam" said Ras and Kania to the two men.

"Good morning, sorry what's needed?" asked the man who looked older than the Race to smile kindly at them.

"Sorry to interrupt the time Mr. Rasheed, I am Rasheed and this is my wife Kania, we are here because we want to obey the wishes of the wife" Ras said.

"I'm Zaky and this is my wife Mia, what does your wife want?" ask Zaky.

"Sorry before, I want to buy your strawberry because my wife wants the strawberry" Ras said.

The owner of the house did not immediately answer they just looked at each other, making Kania wait anxiously for fear of not being allowed to.

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