Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
Special Chapter One
Wife Arjuna Special Chapter One
Today the content of Anggi is even four months old. There was no phase of nausea vomiting as in her first pregnancy since she tested positive for pregnancy. This time he contains adem ayem, fresh fit, without any agonizing interference, perhaps the effect of his mood is always good and happy, in contrast to the situation that used to be filled with inner pressure from various directions.
At nine o'clock this morning, Anggi who had just come down from the second floor so pretty shone in a pregnant dress under her knees in dark green, was seriously struggling in the kitchen. He was busy greeting red chili, sugar Java and his friends, did not forget a basket of fruits that taste far from the word sweet perched on the kitchen cabinet table waiting to be peeled.
“Bu, let me just make the salty seasoning, later dirty mother clothes again, already beautiful and fragrant.” Bik Tiyas interrupts Anggi's activities that had been serious did not want to be disturbed.
“Do not, Bi. Mas Juna's tongue is very sensitive. It is easy to guess the food I made with my own hands or not even if it looks the same. If you want to help, please peel the fruits, yes. If for the salty seasoning let me make it.”
Yes, Anggi is making fruit pickles for her husband to eat lunch later, to be delivered to the Royal Textile office before noon. Indeed, in this second pregnancy Anggi is safe sentosa from congenital torturous cravings, but it is Juna who is attacked by the syndrome.
Every morning, Juna is affected by morning sickness, nausea vomiting is inevitable. It will only subside when Anggi gets close to him. It's just that the business is getting complicated when the time is working, when traveling everywhere, Juna must bring a bra belonging to Anggi in the bag as a bidder. When the nausea is uncontrollable, only the smell of frilly penny cloth belonging to his beloved wife is able to relieve it. Muffle its turbulent hull when inhaled deeply.
It seems perverted, because other than others, but want how else. Many people look for the smell of Eucalyptus or aromatherapy fragrance, but Juna instead has to sniff out her favorite twin hilltop protective objects.
Not infrequently in the middle of the night Juna woke up, spoiled on Anggi and sobbing a crybaby sedan like a baby. His brain cried out not to do so, contrary to his arrogant side. However, his impulsive feelings of betrayal, often suddenly sensitive like hello kitty. Saying sorry repeatedly for his mistakes that were never supposed to when Anggi pregnant Brama, saying sorry while curled up in Anggi's arms tightly.
“Halo my wife. Akh, seeing your beautiful face my nausea is reduced. I miss,” said Juna who was seen leaning on his big chair, even though they were only a few hours apart.
“Hey, love my husband. But Mas so also because of the action can be your wild snake that gushed uncontrollably. Should after our second child is born, Mas quarantine him so that he is tame? Or, should the savage take a total holiday?” goda Anggi, biting her lips sensually.
“No! there is no such thing as quarantine, let alone holidays. That savage is a dangerous infectious virus! I don't mind at all, having to be so nauseous every time you get pregnant, dear.”
Juna sulked across the street, making Anggi laugh.
“Really? But that's like nausea again? Not good, right?” anggi Goda.
And sure enough, Juna put his phone that is still connected half throw it, and immediately ride the algae while smothering the mouth that is definitely the purpose of the bathroom.
Seriate.