Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
CHAPTER 50b

Wife Arjuna chapter 50b

“I don't want to eat that chicken team.” Anggi refused the third bribe that Juna thrust in front of his mouth, shook his head slowly while smothering his mouth tightly.

“But you have to eat a lot, as doctor advises.” Juna scowled dislikes while holding a spoon. An authoritarian worry still envelops an Arjuna. It's just that now wrapped in a thick affectionate tone feels not just governing.

“But the smell makes me nauseous,” he said.

“Now not only your body needs nutrients, but also our baby. Last night I had a conversation with the nurse about your food. The prepared menu has been through the supervision of a hospital nutritionist who is tailored to the nutritional needs of pregnant women also support your healing. Or, maybe you really want to stay a full month here?” Juna let out a frustrated breath.

“Not so I mean. But I really can't eat that menu, Mas. I'm really nauseous,” explained Anggi raucous, her eyes began to glaze over.

Anggi hates himself now. Hate for suddenly being sensitive and crybaby just because of nausea and vomiting. Though previously when Juna often catapulted sharp claps he always managed to refrain from crying easily.

“Eh, wh-why crying.” Juna gelagapan himself saw the beautiful eyeballs Anggi pooled. Put the tray on the lap to the table and move from the chair to the edge of the bed. While Anggi throw his face in the other direction while shrinking the corner of the eye.

For some reason, when he saw the shiny crystal curtain wet in Anggi's eyeball, making Juna feel wrong now. But it was not like this before. Could it be that the unbearable vibration that propagates in the chest is the impact of the pounding of the taste that is now getting stronger in the heart?

“Sorry,” says both at the same time.

Anggi turned and Juna stared back. Both of them were silent without a word. Looking at each other's net. Next to Juna's hand raised, touching Anggi's cheek hesitated at first. Anggi just silently did not refuse, got such a response, Juna ventured his fingers now rubbing the corner of the eye.

“I ... I don't mean to be a crybaby,” great-grandson Anggi slowly.

Juna smiled miris. He knew Anggi was not that kind of person. “I know,” say soft Juna. “If you are crybaby, it is impossible to survive with me so far,” continued Juna who then took a deep breath. Drooping down inside did not dare to raise his face.

The atmosphere of silence stretched, Anggi did not know what to react.His outstretched hand meant to touch the hair of the man who lowered his head. However, he stopped when he heard a knock at the door.

The one who came in was the nurse. Carrying the completeness of wiping the body and handing it to Juna.

“You sure you can do it yourself, sir? This is actually part of my job as a nurse.” The female nurse who looked like she was a senior asked politely.

“I'm sure, I can.” Juna answered steadily. Though he had absolutely no experience in wiping the body of a sick person and this was the first time.

“You've done it before, sir? If I don't want to order yet. Be careful when wiping not to interfere with the performance of the infusion hose also when cleaning the intimate organs so as not to interfere with the position of the catheter. The catheter will only be worn for the next two days to make sure Anggita's mother really runs a total bedrest as recommended by the doctor. After two days will be removed and to urinate later until a full week, you can ask for help if the nurse is still in the hospital, if you are still in the hospital, or your family or husband to carry to the bathroom when they come home later.”

“I understand. Also, I myself will carry. I will accompany until my wife recovers,” sambar Juna fast.

“Alright, then I'll excuse you. If you need help, just press the available button, sir, Mom. Mari.” The nurse said goodbye and left the two lovebirds behind.

Juna rubbed his nape several times accompanied by wetting his lips. His heart is beating now. She screams at herself and believes she is capable. Not about carrying, but the problem of wiping. Juna nenelan spit laboriously then said, “Ma-want I guess now?”

“Eh, gi-gimana yes. Yes, whatever,” said Anggi confused. Turn your eyes the other way.

TB

Author notes

Hello my dear reader. May you be healthy and happy wherever you are. Sorry just updated back, yesterday I really can not hold a laptop because my son is sick. Please pray yes.

Happy always and happy reading 💕.

Intermezzo.

Yesterday there have been several times who asked and asked about the fried rice recipe made by Anggi for Juna as well as about brackets worn by Anggi at meetings in Bandung. Because if answered one by one is not possible, so I put it here to be more practical. Hopefully helpfully.

The nasgor kencur recipe.

Cold white rice to taste

Peele one thinly sliced finger

Red onion two thin sliced fruit

garlic three cloves sliced thin

Cayenne pepper or red iris chili (Optional, adjust to each spicy taste)

Teri medan fry enough

Enough salt

Enough mushroom broth or flavoring according to taste

Complement of boiled eggs, cucumber slices and crackers.

All seasonings sauteed use a little oil until fragrant, add rice, salt and flavoring, stir until flat and after cooking shortly before being lifted enter the fried field anchovy stir well. Done, stay served. Recipes in each area may be different, this is not a benchmark, just share the recipes I used to wear because there are some readers who ask.

Also who asked about the shape of brackets worn by Anggi at the meeting in Bandung what it was like. I'll take the picture. Most must have known yes, this is just as a pilot because there are some who ask and do not know what kind of brackets. The models are different and this is one of them. Brackets always look polite and elegant, but still accentuate the simple impression with a sweet touch.

Hope the info is useful.