THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

Ngever? (1)

The semester break is over. He also began active college.

Inevitably, he was preoccupied with the tasks of lecturers, lectures, he visited the office of Wijaya Kusuma. Such are the days that Via lived up to a semester almost passed.

Farhan still remembered Grandpa Adi's message to stay alert. He also did not allow Via to drive his own vehicle let alone ride public transportation without anyone accompanying. Mr. Yudi is in charge of escorting and escorting Via. Edi followed Farhan.

In addition, Edi also placed the bodyguard secretly. Via does not like to be controlled. However, the safety of the Via is very important.

"Love, cooking business let Mbok Marsih and Bu Inah alone. Your work is already very crowded. Especially now that Cinta is in the semester exam," said Farhan when he just returned home after morning prayers.

Via glimpsed. He put the fish back into the frying pan.

"Via's not tired, really. Once Via can cook, Via likes to do this. Tomorrow only if Via really does not have time to let Mbok Marsih or Bu Inah. Today's last day of the test, really. Hubbiy to the room only, there," said Via.

"So ngusir, is that it?" asked Farhan while approaching.

"Hhmmm..how did you feel?" Via holding a smile.

"You help the wife. May? All those chips," rayu Farhan.

"What would you like to help?" Via glanced at Farhan.

"Help wipe the chef's sweat or kiss his cheek? It can, really," said Farhan while bringing his head closer to Via's neck.

"Haish, that's not helping. Ngrecokin instead," Via.

"Hhmmm..harum." Farhan took a deep breath.

"Which is fragrant? The ikan? Getting hungry?" Via flipping fish in the frying pan.

"More fragrant yet cook. Really make you hungry" Farhan teased.

"Opaan, the smell of asem gini," said Via.

Farhan sniffed around Via's neck which was covered in a hijab t-shirt.

"For more fragrant this one. I'm gonna eat you in the room."

"Ish, I'm ashamed to see Mom Inah" said Via.

Farhan dyed looking for another figure in the kitchen. He also stuck his head out looking into the next room.

"There's no one" Farhan murmured.

"It could be tau-tau Bu Inah or Mbok Marsih in. Not ashamed to be found out they're friendly again?" refutation Via.

"We are halal." Farhan.

"Haish, Hubbiy himself once said do not indulge in affection in front of others even though we are halal. Forgot already?" Via thawing.

"Yes, yeah. Go to the room, please. Here the temptation is great."

Via chuckled at the grumbling of her husband. He let the man into the room while putting on a sullen face.

"My head is a little dizzy, huh? Ah, stay a little while longer, responsibility," murmured Via.

When his head began to feel spinning, Mbok Marsih came to approach.

"Mbak Via is sick? Definitely exhausted. So let me cook. My time is only a little help" said Mbok Marsih.

"Yes, it's getting ripe soon. Give me a little salt, yeah! Take a break."

Via rushed to the room. He intends to fall so that the dizziness disappears.

"It's over?" farhan asked as soon as he saw his wife enter.

"Almost. Continued Mbok Marsih," replied Via lirih.

Farhan looked at Via's face. He was a little worried because his wife looked pale.

"Love why? Sick, huh? Here, rest up! What did you say, too?"

Farhan guided Via to the bed. Slowly, Via's body was laid onto the mattress.

"How's your test? Can follow-up?" ask Farhan.

"Via rested for a while at the most. Hubbiy don't worry!" said Via.

"Yes, rest! Go to the office, yeah!"

Via nodded. Closed eyelids that feel a little sore.

After resting for almost half an hour, Via felt better. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

"Love is better?" farhan exclaimed when he found his wife had just come out of the bathroom.

"Already," answered via brief.

Farhan kept looking at his wife. He could not believe his wife was healthy.

"Is it really better? How come it's still pale?"

"Kan Via hasn't eaten yet. Hubbiy had breakfast?" Via asked back.

"Yet. Have breakfast!"

Finished wearing the hijab, Via exited the room with Farhan. When looking at the dishes on the dining table, Via felt no taste at all.

Via shakes. He got up from his seat and made some sweet tea.

"Mbak Via should have said, let me make you a drink" said Ms. Inah who felt bad.

Via just smiled. He sat down next to Farhan.

"Cock tumben drink sweet tea?" farhan Tegur.

"Via doesn't eat rice or bread."

"Well if it hurts more how? He said he was pale because he had not eaten. Why not eat now?" farhan was worried.

"Via wants to eat tofu. Later Via breakfast at a stall near the campus alone."

Bu Inah looked at each other with Mbok Marsih. They smiled meaningfully.

"Truly, yes, Love ate before going to college. Mr. Yudi, please take my wife to the kupat shop before going to campus," said Farhan who was still worried about Via.

"Yes, Hubbiy. Later Via breakfast I will know first," whispered Via.

***

At the end of the day, Via was not given a chance to the kitchen. Everything has been done by Mbok Marsih and Bu Inah.

At dinner, Via looked uninspired. After taking Farhan the rice and side dishes, he just stared at the dishes.

"Love doesn't want to eat this? What do you want him to eat?" Farhan looked worried.

"Via wants to eat the usual meatballs through the front of the house. Usually this hour passes," replied Via.

Mbok Marsih and Bu Inah smiled. It seems like there's something they're thinking about.

"Let me go ahead" said Ms. Inah.

"The others want to eat meatballs too? What if the meatballs just tell him to come here?" farhan Proposal.

"Maybe, too" said Via with a big smile.

They eat only a little. While Via waited.

Shortly after, Ms. Inah was back. They enjoy meatballs on the front porch.

"Love, call it not much. What about stomach pain?" Farhan was worried to see Via adding 3 spoons of sambal.

"If not spicy, the meat is not good" said Via.

Having just finished her meatball, Via felt her stomach stir. He ran into the house. Farhan soon followed his wife.

"Gu...!" Via spewed out his stomach.

"What did Mas say? Love eating using sambal very much, anyway." Farhan nagged as he nibbled at Via's nape.

After his entrails were drained, Via guided Farhan to sit down. She drank the warm tea that her husband gave her.

"You want some more meatballs? But don't wear sambal, yeah!" Farhan offered Via.

"No, Via is no longer willing," refused Via.

"What does love want to eat?"

"Mi instant only, yes. Via peg that tastes curry," pinta Via.

Farhan looked at Via in wonder. He knows exactly his wife doesn't like to eat instant noodles. At home there is no instant noodles.

"Oh, just follow. Who knows this is the desire of the baby," said Mbok Marsih who just entered.

"Let me buy noodles at the stall first, yes," Ms. Inah added.

Farhan looked at Via. The one being looked at was even confusion.

"Are people pregnant like this, Mommy?" ask Farhan.

"Often in early pregnancy, the mother-to-be is nauseous and mutant. His desire is also sometimes strange," replied Mbok Marsih.

Farhan's eyes twinkled. He hopes that what Mbok Marsih said is true. Without realizing it, his smile was broken.

"Cock-smile?" reprimand Via.

"Eh, Mas again imagines that there is our son here" Farhan replied as he rubbed Via's stomach.

"Ish, I don't know exactly yet. Otherwise, Hubbiy would have been disappointed" Via said.

"If Love is not pregnant, it means not lucky. Let's try again" Farhan replied casually.

"Appaan, anyway. A lottery draw," cried Via gauntlet.

Farhan chuckled to see Via pouting. Mbok Marsih just smiled happy to see the intimacy of both.

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