After Talak Tiga
Diarrheal

Mita who saw how the husband pesesesan for eating the soto she ordered with spicy level, immediately tried to get rid of it.

"Darling, why did you get rid of my food anyway" said Ibra with a flushed face and a few sweaty streaks running down her face.

"Mas, how do I not get rid of this food, see for yourself how your face has turned red, Mita knows that Mas is holding back the heat," replied Mita who felt sorry for Ibra.

"No-no, it's not because of the pungency of love, it's just that the air here is too hot anyway" Ibra lied to try to make a play as if she was overheated not because of the pungency.

"Certainly Mas?" mita asked with a serious look at Ibra.

"Dear dear, how could you lie!" firmly Ibra. However, after a few minutes suddenly his stomach felt mules that were already unbearable, until the sound of screeching from his lower lip.

Prot, Ibra's farting sound is clearly heard in Mita's ears, even in the ears of those around her who are eating at her desk.

"Well, only Mita said Mas, yes it's yuk, we go home," said Mita who immediately ended her meal, because Mita knew that Ibra would experience abdominal pain, so that made him think that he should go home from that place immediately. What's more, people were around their desks staring at Ibra and Mita with all sorts of gazes, ranging from disgust, anger or mocking laughter.

"Sir, this is the money, yes, you just take the change" said Mita and immediately went from the soto tripe stall along with Ibra.

"Mas, you are still strong will drive the car, if we are not strong we take public transportation only."

"No need, Mas is still strong, let's just go home," added Ibra and rushed into his car together with Mita.

Along the way home, Ibra was seen occasionally holding a sense of mules in his stomach. Even being held in his mules, making something from under his body again let out a loud voice, what else if not the sound of farting.

Hearing the sound of Ibra's fart that was even bigger than her love for Mita, made Mita look directly at Ibra, while covering her nose.

Do not ask why Mita closed her nose, the answer is definitely because Ibra farts emit a distinctive aroma, such as a foul smell due to fermentation in the stomach which is fairly failed.

Just imagine, the dirt that should have formed in a few hours, now even want to slide out just from inside the stomach of Ibra, until it wants to come out, to break down the fortress from the bottom of Ibra.

"Mas, it's still strong right," said Mita back because she was worried to see the condition of her husband.

"Still baby, you take it easy" Ibra replied with a smile on her face. Even though diarrhea is attacking him. However, Ibra must still look stay cool in front of Mita.

"Hopefully, you are strong Ibra, lest there be any dregs from under your buttocks," inner Ibra encouraged herself.

Until it is not felt, it ends up being the journey home from the stall of the soto tripe seller. Ibra's car is currently perched in front of his house.

With a turbo power capacity of 500cc, Ibra finally reached the toilet of his own home by leaving Mita who was still in his car.

Not Ibra not worried about leaving his wife in the car with the condition of being pregnant again, but because the call of nature that greeted him made him inevitably have to finish it manly in the toilet and must be willing to leave Mita in his car.

Understandably, yes Mita understood because after all, she also understood the actions of Ibra who suddenly left herself in the car, even now Mita still had time to worry about the condition of the husband, who was suddenly left in the car, so that made him catch up with the husband who is currently in the toilet.

"Mas, you're okay, right?" mita asked with a worried tone.

"It's okay, baby, just ask me to get some diarrhea medicine in Mas's drawer yes," replied Ibra from the toilet who was still groaning in pain, full of pain, because something from inside his stomach still won't come out either.

"Please, come out, I know you want to go out, especially you chili seeds, because of you I'm in pain like this" added Ibra who spoke to herself in the toilet.

Almost a few hours Ibra was in the toilet, finally Ibra can breathe a sigh of relief because something liquid mixed with knickknacks chili seeds, out also from under his butt.

After all that came out, Ibra immediately took the opportunity to clean up and then immediately took the diarrhea medicine that Mita had placed near the table directly opposite the toilet.

Glek, the voice of Ibra taking her diarrhea medicine and immediately dropped her butt in the seat around her.

"Strong, I'm very weak," added Ibra slowly, because at this time he was very weak, what else all the food he ate was carried away by the swift flow of toilet water.

When he was still sitting in that place, suddenly from the opposite direction Mita approached him.

"Mas, how are you doing better?" ask Mita who is still worried about her husband's condition.

"Honey, now it feels relieved," replied Ibra slowly.

"Thank God if you've done Mas, then you can dong deliver me to the martabak sale, because our son craves sweet martabak with toping cheese Mas," pinta Mita who displayed a bright smile on her face.

Hearing Mita's words, immediately make a smile on the face of Ibra collapsed instantly, what else heard the request of the wife who wanted to be accompanied to the martabak seller.

"Son, who are you on your side, why are you starting to bother me." The inner ibra in the heart.

So inevitably Ibra can only agree to the request of the wife and try to walk slowly towards the car key storage.

"Let's go, baby, we go to the martab seller," said Ibra who had opened the car door for Mita.

"Yes Mas, come on I can't wait to eat the hammer," Mita replied enthusiastically and after Ibra again drove her car to the place where the martabak seller was.

Arriving at the martabak seller's place, Mita immediately rushed to order salted martabak with full topping of cayenne pepper a lot.

Again, hearing Mita's order made Ibra drown instantly. Even now it feels like Ibra is not able to stand up straight.

"Mas, sorry yes Mita's order changed, because Mita suddenly wanted to eat salted martabak, but the topping must be spicy Mas, so Mita decided to buy this salty martabak," mita said innocently without anyone feeling guilty to Ibra.