Towards True Love 2
The Aroma of Burnt Potato
The doctor let me go home after the USG. It's weird, but yesterday I was worried about the fetus in my womb. But he's actually fine. It might even be healthier than my body that yesterday felt weakly helpless.
Why am I, actually? Why is my body so weak? Am I too comfortable in the indulgence my husband gave me?
I don't get it. Before I was pregnant, my body felt very strong. I rarely even feel pain. But such a drastic change has happened to me since I was pregnant.
"Bi, don't bring any food here. I'm not looking for food" I said to Rio after the weak body was laid on the bed.
"Alright, Mi. You just rest. But, tell me if you want something." He kissed my forehead and then left.
The warm sweet tea is now my life saver. Because, there's nothing I can swallow smoothly. Moreover, rice, I had to close my eyes if I would swallow it.
But still, my stomach won't hold it for long. Just swallowed, a second later I spit it out.
Rio didn't let me run away again to spit it out in the bathroom. He prepared a container so I wouldn't have to waste energy running.
He even always massaged my nape when I was nauseous. I am lucky to have him as my husband. Other men will not necessarily be so as to treat his wife painstakingly.
"Abi, yes. Umi just wants to sleep," I asked limply.
"Yes, Honey. Go to sleep, abi will accompany you," he replied in a soft voice.
The Mbok took away a plate of rice that I only tasted a spoonful. His face looked clear to see my condition that did not improve even though he had swallowed a nausea reliever pill.
No one is not worried about me. Everyone was worried when they saw my face turning pale. Mama even calls every hour to give this and that advice.
The goal is to get back to eating normally. But in so many ways it is done. No one managed to get rid of the nausea in my stomach.
At 4pm I opened my eyes. A little bit of energy has returned to this body. I want to get up to get some water. But the smell of something pulled my nose to find where it came from.
I pulled the window curtain. And what kind of sight did I see from there? Some teenagers are burning sweet potatoes on the field that is located adjacent to the house of Rio.
The smell of the yams flying in the wind and the smell of my nose made my stomach feel hungry. I want a grilled yam.
I watched them for a moment. And as they were eating the yam they had burned, I swallowed my own salivary from behind the window. Why does it look so good? My inner.
"What's wrong, Mi?" Rio came out from inside the bathroom.
"No, Bi." I closed the curtain again and walked closer to Rio.
"Have you prayed, Bi?" I asked by grabbing a small towel to help my husband dry his hair.
"Yet. Deliberately waiting for Umi," he replied as he rubbed my stomach.
"Mom take ablution first, huh?" pamitku immediately because it was already uncomfortable to feel the elusan of Rio's palm.
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After the prayer, I was still tingling with the smell of sweet potatoes. Why does it feel so hot, I want to eat sweet potatoes. Smoke when the yam is split, I want to inhale it. I also want to eat tender hot yam meat.
So yummy. Especially eaten this afternoon by the lake while waiting for dusk. My mind went everywhere. My shadow drifted far away.
I can't wait for my husband who is still thinking. Instantly Rio stopped his activities. Actually I was very embarrassed, so I drowned this face when Rio walked over to me who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You want a roasted yam? Umi's hungry?" ask her by squatting in front of me.
I nodded with shame. But I really wanted it. I want to eat the grilled yam right now.
"Abi will buy it for Umi. Can you wait for Abi?" ask with a deep look.
"Umi'll come along" I replied, not wanting to wait alone.
"Is it okay?" he asked again to worry about the condition of my body.
"It's okay, Abi. Umi is strong. Anyway Umi knows where we can get the grilled yams," I said confidently.
"Then get ready quickly. Don't let Umi's stomach hold her hungry for too long."
Five minutes of preparing, Rio finally brought me down in his carriage. Ever since I was pregnant, I never went down the stairs with my own feet. Rio always carried me like a baby.
At the end of the stairs, he let me down. Letting me walk a little so that my leg muscles can stretch.
"Pig!" I rebuked when Rio's hand would reach for the car keys hanging in place.
"Why, Mi?" tanyanya's confused.
"No need to use a car. We'll walk, "I'll reply.
"Street? Is there a grilled yam sword near here?" Rio was getting confused.
"There was. Come on, come on, Umi." I pulled his arm to walk quickly.
Rio just according to follow my steps. Thank God they are still there. I can still eat the grilled yam that had been shadowing me.
"Daddy, ask them. Is the grilled yam still there. Umi saw them burn yams." I seduced Rio to ask for the grilled yam from the teenager I saw from the window earlier.
"Because to see them burn yams, Umi so want to eat sweet potatoes?" Rio seemed to understand why I suddenly wanted a sweet potato.
"Yes. Hurry Abi, the sweet potatoes will run out they eat all," I said by pushing Rio's body.
"Okay, wait here."
Rio waltzed, towards the gathering place of some teenagers who were eating grilled yams. I heard his voice trying to ask about the grilled yam.
"Excuse me, Sister. Is the grilled tub still there? My wife is pregnant and now she wants to eat grilled yams. He saw you guys burning yams here. Can I have a little for my wife? Or I'll just pay for it in exchange." That was the sentence I heard from 5 meters away where I was standing.
"No need to pay, brother. Just take it, we are also full of this sweet potato from earlier," replied one of the boys there.
"Thank you, brother," Rio said after receiving a plastic bag containing several pieces of sweet potatoes.
I smiled happily when Rio came back with the grilled yam. I can't wait to taste that sweet potato. But Rio asked me to eat it at home. The sky will soon darken. The strong winds and the cold are not good for my health and the baby.
IS IT JUST ME WHO IS ALWAYS STUCK WITH THE FIGURE OF RIO?
IT'S HIS OWN NAME NULIS BUT BAPER HIMSELF XIXIXI...
