Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
Special Chapter Ten

Special Chapter Ten

Entering the age of the second pregnancy Anggi to seven months, sympathetic cravings syndrome felt Juna reduced in intensity.

After almost four months of being a strange and perverted human being who could not be far from the name of a bra complete with panty g string if you do not want to be tortured endless vomiting nausea, vomiting, now Juna can breathe a sigh of relief because it has begun to be free from nausea and dependence of the twisting of his wife's underwear.

However, it is precisely now Anggi who often wants strange. One of them suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to be filled with unusual requests not to be delayed. Starting from wanting to eat corn roast at the peak in the time before dawn to want to eat fried bananas cooked at the Pandu residence that must be made by Pandu as well.

Like tonight, at one o'clock one night Anggi woke up, suddenly whining want to eat pop noodles. At first Juna was relieved that one cup of pop noodles was no big deal, but his relief erupted in the air as Anggi asked for half the force of wanting him to eat pop noodles commonly sold on trains to ward off hungry passengers during the trip. Juna, who had been getting up to go to the kitchen, sat down on the edge of the bed near his wife.

"Honey, instant food called pop noodles that want to be eaten on the Moon also tastes the same. It's not possible to suddenly feel pecel," said Juna rather fierce, trying to give understanding to pregnant women who are whining with their distended stomach to think more realistic. In a sleepy state Juna is required to remain patient even though it is certainly not easy.

Anggi. "Ih, it still feels different, which in the car is better. Did Mas ever ride the train and keep buying pop noodles on the way?"

"Never, since birth I always travel anywhere by car. Or use a private plane and jet. Also, instant noodles are the food on my last list, there are still many healthy nutritious foods that can be an option," replied Juna as it is and it is a wrong answer because Anggi's desire is getting hotter.

"That's why don't be pretentious. I once ate pop noodles on the train during High School, while going on an excursion to Yogyakarta with my friends. And the taste of the noodle pop was very disturbing, even the taste was delicious to the dream just now. The delicious aroma, the hot sauce delicious and fresh, the chewy noodles were all smoothed on my tongue. Anyway I want to eat that noodle pop on the train, want it now!" Anggi sulks stubborn typical of pregnant women who are difficult to subside if the desire has not been fulfilled.

Juna took a deep breath before speaking again. "This, I suggest trying to brew pop noodles and eat at home. Then later try to taste, whether it tastes different or the same. Because I'm so sure that pop noodles still taste the same as eaten anywhere. Except the processed cuisine of five-star restaurant chefs mostly different flavors depending on the hands that mix even though the type of menu is the same."

Juna tried to negotiate. Midnight like this wandering around looking for a train carrying pregnant women is not at all a good idea. Like a lack of work.

It's just that his proposal just now did not get a positive response even though it was realistic. Anggi got down from the mattress to the sofa in the corner of the room and lay on his side against the bed, hugged the pillow and began to cry.

"When I was pregnant this way also not because of the results of colloquiality. But the seed grower didn't want to take responsibility for making me this way. Wicked!" the mess, making Juna frustrated dizzy seven roving.

Seriate.