Young Master Arogan

Ngidam Nasi Goreng

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No ceaseless mama looked at the black and white photo of the content of the time. At the age of mom and dad. Delia's pregnancy was the biggest gift they would ever give. Especially now that their favorite daughter-in-law is pregnant with twins. It certainly adds happiness that can not be revealed even if only with words for the Wijaya family itself.

After dinner yesterday mama warned Agra not to always take Delia out of the house. Pregnant women are susceptible to night winds, that's the reason. As a prospective grandmother, Mama Rani was too worried. Moreover, Agra is the only son so their hope is only focused on their future grandchildren. "You don't go out all night with your wife.." Mama grumbled as she walked with her son and daughter-in-law. "Do you know of any dangers that could lurk your wife.your business rival is beyond many Agra. And you should understand without your mom talking to you." Agra nodded in understanding. It's real if business rivals are scattered out there. It has become a cruel secret of the business world. Winning the tender by bribing or eliminating lives is like swatting a bully's fly for the sake of the smooth running of a project. These are all common and common things.

"Yes maa. No more. If I go out with my wife, of course I'll bring some of my trained men." Mama melengos. Actually he hoped his favorite son-in-law to stay inside the mansion for security. But of course my mother realized that it would not be possible. Because mama does not want if until her daughter-in-law feels restrained.

Delia simply responded with a smile of debate between her husband and mother-in-law. And the most important thing for him is that his college schedule is not lost, it can be a relief.

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"I don't want to eat. "Delia shook her head against the bribe from her husband. "You haven't eaten in the morning." The woman remained in the stance. Not without real reason. From morning his stomach continues to churn when he smells his favorite food. Several times Mr. Li paced back and forth from the kitchen to the dining table to prepare a different menu every young mistress shook her head unwilling to eat the dishes that wholeheartedly he and nutritionists serve. Delia herself felt strange as well. Usually he will be very excited when Mr. Li serves his favorite meat stir-fry. Receiving enthusiastically is the gratitude that makes Mr. Li also some of the chefs in charge of being relieved. But this afternoon a mansion was made a club. Feeling that they have run out of ways so that their young mistress still receives intake for future successors of the Wijaya family.

"I. I want fried rice." Agra's eyes were round in disbelief. That easy? Ask in the heart. Why not from earlier? Still in the heart. Know that I asked Mr. Li to prepare.

"But. masakin mas Agra."

What…?

"But baby, I've never cooked fried rice." Quickly answer. I don't want to give false hope to my wife.

"Jude, I don't eat that." His face was bent and folded. His lips pursed the sign he was sulking.

"Don't dong... Don't you feel sorry for them?" Agra asked cautiously. Refrain from saying words or sentences that can offend Delia. He gently rubbed the woman's stomach. "Eat well. aaa open her mouth." Realizing that he had to suppress his will for the sake of the little creature that was in his stomach. Delia opened her mouth and accepted Agra's mouth.

Chewing slowly trying to swallow. But when the hard food he swallowed reached his throat, there was a strong urge from his stomach to make him go back up again. With strength he rose from his seat. Running down the ridge while smothering his mouth towards the bathroom near the kitchen. "Darling don't run. will fall." Agra followed Delia. Trying to teach the wife quick steps but can not. And as soon as she got to the bathroom door. Open it in a hurry. When it arrived right in front of the washbasin Delia spewed out all her stomach mercilessly until there was nothing left. In fact, what came out was only a liquid similar to egg yolks that felt unusually bitter in his mouth.

Agra's heart aches. Directly watched the wife vomit as it happened. "I'm sorry I forced you to throw up like this." Next to her hand helps Delia hold the hair so as not to break down and interfere with her vomit. A little massage on the smooth neck of Delia so as to smooth blood circulation. And as soon as it was done.The body of the woman was instantly weak without bones until she was only able to lean on the chest of the field of Agra.

Agra swiftly raised Delia's weak body. Passing through the mama who had just been able to worry about watching her daughter-in-law vomit violently. "Sir Li please make a warm drink for my daughter-in-law." His orders to the loyal Mr. Li tailed behind. "Good big lady."

"I'm sorry I ignored your wishes so your condition got worse. I don't think there's anything I should worry about. And it turns out that you are serious about your wishes that really want to eat my fried rice. What... do you still want to eat it?" His tone turned very sad. The man clasped the wife's two tiny hands with an increasingly grim expression.

His smile rose when he saw the look of regret Agra so obvious. Then he nodded for sure. Pulling Agra's hand to touch her slightly tight stomach. "I'm serious mas. They both want to eat your fried rice." Agra chuckled almost chuckling. He pulls the wife in a trap. Hugging him tightly channeled a sense of anxiety to his beautiful wife. "Alright because of those who want to. I will try. Later I will ask for assistance to a nutritionist. So that the fried rice has a taste that is not too bad so that it is worthy to be enjoyed by this beautiful woman in front of me." Agra touched the tip of Delia's nose as she chuckled in an agitation.

"You wait and lie here. Not long. I'll be right back with your order fried rice." Delia nodded obediently. Staring at the back of her husband who was walking out of their room.

An hour passed and there was no sign of Agra opening the door. Delia lay agitatedly on top of that spacious bed. With his heart he rose from his sleep due to the head that still leaves a throbbing feeling because he has not eaten anything from the morning. There is only warm ginger water that is now even too cold exposed to the air from the AC that lights up in his room.

Delia stepped slowly towards the bathroom. When going to pull the door handle, that second Agra also came pushing the door slowly open it without closing again, he brought a tray containing a plate of fried rice on it. "Hemm.. scented very much." Delia's eyes immediately sparkled when she found out what was in her husband's hands. "I want to.." again as he walked over to Agra

"This is for you, dear.." replied Agra softly. The tension was slightly reduced when he saw the wife's enthusiastic attitude. Then he put the fried rice on the bed. Pulling Delia's hand to sit beside her. "I'm sorry if it feels like it might upset you." Next to his hand rubbed gently full of affection Delia's head buds. Then he immediately carried a tray containing a plate of fried rice made by his hand in his lap. Took a spoonful and then fed Delia who waited expectantly. One second. The dimpled woman chewed with certainty. Agra's heart rate is beating fast. Afraid that the wife would spit out what she was eating at this time. Last afternoon Delia had vomited violently. It wouldn't be funny if it happened repeatedly. If it happens, Agra will decide to treat Delia in the hospital immediately. Maybe it is the most appropriate solution and effort. Because his wife right now really must consume a lot of nutrients for the sake of the baby.

"It's delicious mas.." The sparkle of his face exuded an expression without coercion. "really?" Seriously ask.

"Yes really! I like!" Can't wait for the next feed. Delia took over the fried rice in front of her. And he savorfully enjoyed the fried rice full of joy. "Slow down is special to you, baby."

Lunch is a little late. Doesn't matter. All paid off with taste. Delia.

Seriate…

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