AL-THAR
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"Mahhh ..." Mira could not hide her amazement when she found the jacuzzi ready in her bathroom. Of course at his house with Athar.

it feels like a dream yes .. now whatever I want can be realized easily. Even I have a life partner who .. amazingly many advantages.

What is all this compared to my old life, right?! It turns out that God is good. Know when I should be happy. My life is not always painful and suffering. The proof, now is the time I enjoy the sweetness of life.

"Where?" Athar hugged Mira from behind affectionately. "Likes, right?"

Mira also nodded. "Like."

"Cock hanging?"

He's been flirting without Athar knowing. "Kok Brother knows?"

"Like but what?"

"Hm ..." Mira seemed to think. "I like it so much. But now I don't want to."

"No problem" Athar said casually. "When you want to be as happy as possible. No need to go to the hotel anymore, no need to go to Dirga's house anymore."

Mira turned her head slightly. "Do you know I'm going to the hotel?"

"Ghani told me everything."

"Oh ..."

"And if you have your own, whenever you want I can accompany."

"But I'm not asking to be won,"

"Times?"

"Well? If both brothers, later instead of soaking, relax and calm .. but instead be busy."

"Hm, good busy, why not?"

eleh, wanted.

Mira doesn't say anymore. He took Athar's hand off and walked out of the bathroom. Of course with Athar walking around. But while in the middle of the room, suddenly Mira stopped her steps.

"Why? want now?"

She stared flatly at the husband who had already embraced her again. "I just remembered one thing,"

"What?"

"Why aren't we in New York?"

"Huh?" Athar's confused.

"Disrupt, angry in the land of the people. While me? angry, tortured, and hurt but still only in the country doang. Not even out of town."

Athar. He was still digesting what Mira had just said. "Where, Al?"

"We should be fighting in New York. Geez, I think Abang street in America, while I'm in the rice field in Jakarta. Point ... I also want to be angry in the land of people, Bang,"

Athar tried to hold back his gel smile. He ruffled Mira's hair and said, "You want to go to New York?"

Mira's eyes widened and sparkled. Of course he would want to wear it. But, "No."

"Cock?" Athar did not understand. He thought his wife would smile and scream. But why the opposite?

"You don't want to go anywhere" replied Mira flatly. He broke away from Athar again and now sits in his bed. "I'm in the chocolate again."

"What chocolate?" athar asked as he sat by her side.

"Chocolate Kiara always brought for Ghani."

Athar thought for a moment before replying, "Oke–"

"What's? I want to ask myself to Kiara" said Mira as she stood up and prepared to leave. Today is sunday. People should be on holiday, right?! And hopefully when Mira looks for Kiara then the girl will be easily found.

"Take Ghani, Al," Athar suggested.

"Ghani where would. She is very close to the girl, even if they have to be close. Udah ah, I went myself–"

"No," stop Athar by pulling Mira's hand. "Aren't you tired? We just arrived."

Mira shakes. "No. If I'm tired, I'll take a break. Ah, pelein!"

"Yes, I'm coming." Athar stood up immediately.

"Related?"

Athar. He is a man with high self-esteem. Then he nodded steadily.

While Mira looked Athar in the eye for a moment while considering, should he allow or forbid?

He recalled the incident after returning from Dirga's house to this house.

"What's the matter?" mira asked when she was ready to sit in the car, but Athar instead stood for a long time in front of Dirga's house.

Athar. "Sir papa. Are you ready?"

"Udah. I have been sitting here since. That brother who didn't get in the car from earlier."

"Yes, here I go in."

With the definite step Athar who just approached the car, now reflexes away. He pretended to be busy checking his phone and kept silent on the outside of the car.

"What else is going on?" mira asked impatiently. "It's really hot, the weather. Don't dong for long. If I get sick later, how?"

"Yes, one second,"

Mira tries to be patient again until Athar finishes with his phone. However, ten minutes had passed and they were still in the same place as before.

"The call can be in the car, kali. This is coming home, right? If you are still a long time, yes I took a taxi aja–"

Hearing Mira's grunts that were already at the limit of his patience, Athar immediately boarded the car at Mira's side, in the back seat. There is currently a driver in the steering wheel.

Athar sat in silence. While Mira sighs in relief, because feeling the cool air from the car cooler begins to flatten.

"I can't get hot. Can I get sick if I feel hot."

"Hm."

"That's why I want to soak mulu. Because after soaking, I feel refreshed and the nausea is gone."

"Hm."

"Kok just 'hm' doang?" tanyakanya.

Athar turned his head briefly with a smile he forced to see.

"How much is the shoot?"

Mira touches Athar's cheek which immediately gets rejected. Yes, Athar brushed his hand away.

"Rud, stop!" athar orders to their driver. As soon as the car pulled over, Athar immediately got out of the car and left Mira confused.

"Why, Bang? Bang Athar!"

Mira follows down from the car and finds Athar crouching in the back of the car with ....

"Ntar Abang vomited again" said Mira sangsi. He glanced at the man, and Athar who only gave a flat expression. His pride forbade him to give up so easily.

"No, Al. I'll wear a mask."

"Mending Abang call a doctor deh, so that he is given a prescription drug colds ala sultan," he suggested. "You know I'm in the wind just buy jamu reject the wind yes sorted. Except nausea due to pregnancy is different medicine. But if Abang fit in the wind must be given a prescription with a doctor. Geez, brother's stomach does not work as well as reject the wind anyway. Sickness catch wind Brother is also an elite class."

"Let's go!" Athar precedes Mira to step out of the room.

"Abang, ish .. mending Abang just rest!"

"No need." she took Mira down the stairs to the bottom floor. "Are we moving rooms downstairs, Al? let me not worry as you go up the stairs."

"No need, Bang. I am ordinary. What matters is that I always slow down on the stairs."

Athar weighed for a moment. "Yes, let's see first. But you better if you need anything, tell bi Lilis or Mr. Teguh. Let's not have to go down."

Mira nodded. "Yes. Just calm down."

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"Al, don't use AC?" ask Athar after they arrive near the car.

Mira immediately nodded. "Can't dong. How can I get hot, Bang? I'll tell you. Bang Athar's time doesn't understand either?"

"OK, sorry–"

"Mending Brother at home, rest! I'm just gonna go get some chocolate, not get in trouble. If you are not healthy, you don't have to follow me," he said withstanding annoyance. That's as easy as his mood changes.

"But I don't want to be away from you, Al ..."

"Eleh, yesterday–"

"That's different!" cut Athar firmly. "Now I don't want to be away from you, you know?!"

Mira's speechless. Before he replied, Athar had already continued his sentence. "Therefore you don't bother looking for all chocolate. I can get people to make that chocolate nyari, Al."

"But I want to run it myself" said Mira calmly and stubbornly. His gaze was that strong to be rejected. And Athar, who knew there was no point in arguing, now he must give up.

"I'M COMING!"

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Mira was amazed at what she heard just a moment ago. He still could not believe that Athar was experiencing what he was experiencing as well, namely nausea because he was pregnant.

"Ish, the pregnant one is me, why is it that you're following the nausea too?"

"Not that you should be happy, can share this discomfort with me .." Athar explained.

After an agonizing journey from their home to Mira's mother's house, Athar is now lying weakly in bed, in Mira's room. He was literally vomiting in a cool car.

Now, it's been answered by what happened to him since he was on the plane yesterday.

"Yes, anyway. But .. I pity to see you suffer so."

Athar. "Pity but you smile, Al,"

"Masa? No, no," he seemed. Mira honestly felt a little fun. Of course because she did not suffer alone because of her pregnancy. However, the half-share owner also now contributes in feeling the pleasure of cravings.

But after a moment of noticing Athar's fatigue, which seemed like a terminally ill person, now Mira slowly rubbed her husband's head with affection.

"This is fair, Bang."

"Hm .. as long as you're happy, Al ...."

"What time?"

"I'm sorry for my mistake yesterday ..." Athar looked at Mira with sadness. He was serious about what he said just now.

Mira cleared her throat. "That's still in the stage I'm considering."

Athar's hand held the back of Mira's head, and immediately brought Mira's face to approach her. Then he kissed his wife's lips.

"Sorry, Bang .. Now I'm the one who's sick."

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"Miluahaha ..." Shelia was stunned to hear the words of her sister just now. She who is currently pregnant at the age of 7 months was a slumber on the sofa. "There are people who crave together."

"Awas mosquito entered tuh, very wide ketawain people."

"Funny you guys! Geez, the Athar's got the same sex lo, Mir."

"Yee, how do I know if there's anything like this."

"Yes yes, usually the craving is one of them. If not her husband. Although most women are the ones who crave. But you guys .. fair. Make it together, cravings together. Go as long as!"

"But he looked so good, Shel," said Mira, who had just taken the juice to her room on the second floor. "Initial time he thought to catch a cold, he was still strong. Uh, now I know he's cravings like me, suddenly he's like he's not powered. So spoiled. Don't even want to turn on the AC in the room."

"Good! One does not like heat, one does not like cold. Don't you guys sleep in dong's room?"

Mira's stunned. "Oh yes. Yes, I slept in your room."

"Can. Ntar we're a drakor kuy marathon!"

"Kuylah!"

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