A Match for Me

A Match for Me
Aneh


This morning Citra woke up earlier than usual, because Zia suddenly cry not to stop until she panicked.


"is she sick?" ask Citra to Lala who is trying to give Zia milk.


"do not know also mbak, usually he asked for milk if crying like this" said Lala.


"let me be stale" Citra told Lala.


Lala also gave a bottle of milk to Citra, but Zia still did not want to drink it, Citra also unbuttoned her clothes and began breastfeeding Zia, Zia, Zia was instantly silent and sucked her mother's milk quickly.


"it turns out he doesn't want to use a bottle of la" Citra told Lala.


"iya mbak" said Lala sitting on the bed.


while Citra breastfeeds Zia, Lala goes to the bathroom to clean herself up, as it is morning, and soon the sun will come.


"it's not cold, la, five o'clock in the morning?" ask Citra.


"no mbak, I will use hot water" said Lala.


"this, the Zia is asleep again, I go back to the room, wake up mas Zio" Citra said putting her son in bed again.


"iya mbak" said Lala justifies Zia's sleep to be more comfortable.


arriving at Zio's room was already sitting on the bed while staring at his wife who emerged from the connecting door of their room.


"what's going on in Zia's room?" ask Zio.


"Zia crying does not want to drink bottle milk must be directly from the source" Citra said.


"oh, here's another sleep" Zio said, pulling his wife.


"it's morning mas, there's a bath" Citra said staring at her husband.


"mas ask for ration dong" ujur Zio squeezed.


"it's been bathing there, fasting one day is okay" Citra said.


"it's tense baby" said Zio pulled out his weapon that was standing upright.


"basic pervert" Citra said seeing her husband's property was standing.


image used to sleep from Zio last night because Zio was working on many campus tasks that he would collect today.


"just a little while" said Zio.


"while what's the, an hour there" Citra said sitting in front of her husband and began to unify.


citra's body moved very agilely over her husband, so Zio sighed to feel the movement of his wife.


"as already wanted to get to this, aaahh" sighed Citra feeling something would escape from down there.


"hold on a moment, have a mas as well" Zio said closing his eyes.


"aaaaah" cried the two at the same time.


The image also spread her limp body over her husband, she felt back to want to sleep.


"grandfather?" zio's asked, rubbing his wife's hair.


"hem" Citra closed her eyes.


as there was no movement from his wife, Zio stared at Citra who was back to sleep after their hot activities.


the sun was shining for a long time and Zio stepped foot into the bathroom to clean himself up.


he also took clothes from the closet with his own, ordinary Citra who prepared it, but because Citra was asleep again, inevitably Zio took his own clothes.


"where is Citra zi?" tanya Tania one daughter-in-law came alone.


"sleep again ma'am" Zio told Tania.


"yes we have breakfast first" Indra said.


and this morning also Tania very different he asked Indra to buy this and that, until they had breakfast when the clock was showing at eight o'clock past.


"well, buy me yellow rice later" Tania told Indra.


"but, the sale should have her ginsul" Tania said making everyone look at Tania in surprise.


"the time must be that there is ginsul heck Bu" said Indra who had been like following his wife's craving.


"if there is no ginsul, mother does not want well, mother wants to eat yellow rice, whose seller there is ginsul" said Tania nangis.


"yes, I will look for you, but do not cry" said Indra.


after all leaving for work, Tania went into her room and went back to sleep like Citra.at ten Citra got up and walked towards the bathroom.


after the fragrance and fresh Citra walked towards the playroom where Zia and Jabez played together.


"mommy's kids are getting smarter" Citra told Zia.


"yes, yes" said Jabesh, shaking his head.


"are you funny, have you eaten?" ask Citra to her niece.


"already, mimi" said Jabesh who was over a year old.


"mami wants to eat first, hungry" Citra said.


Zia was just a smile looking at her mama's face.


"please step aside, let me accompany them" Lala said.


"thank you la" Citra said.


arriving at the dining table, Indra's home service also made Citra food, because it was noon.


"bi, where's mom?" ask Citra.


"there's in her room non" said the aunt because from earlier Tania returned to her room.


"oh" said Citra, it was Tania who accompanied her two grandchildren to play.


after eating, Citra went into the main room on the first floor where her mother was, when she came in she heard Tania vomit in the bathroom.


"sick mom?" tanya Citra squeaked her mother's nape.


"just catch a cold, son" Tania smiled.


"but the mother is pale, we go to the hospital yes" Citra said.


"no need to son, it will be better again" Tania said.


"yes, if we throw up again we go to the hospital" Citra said.


"yes, please ask for help, make the mother rujak, the mother wants to eat rujak" said Tania to her child.


"but, the mother has vomited, who knows it's stomach acid, should not eat rujak" Citra said.


"it's just a common cold, son, it can be yes" Tania said almost crying.


seeing the face of his mother who wanted to cry Citra also made a rujak for his mother.after finishing Tania who did not like the rujak also ate it up the toilet.


"thankful Mom?" tanya Citra strange, because there was a service that said a lot of bangat request Tania that makes Indra dizzy.


how not he wants to eat meatballs with a mixture of noodles and dragon fruit that will taste good.


and Tania also ate meatballs with dragon fruit mixture until it ran out and she went back to eating with her son and daughter-in-law earlier.


"eating meatballs mixed with dragon fruit, keep asking for rujak" Citra said.


because earlier he also saw his mother vomit in the room. Strange it said Citra when she saw her mother, and can not Tania locked herself in the room, and sleep if her stomach hungry.


usually Tania always looking for work that she can do in a spare day like this.


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