Carmen's Love Trap
Fried Chicken

Zaky

In my heart, I kept praying that Baby would not accept Papa's offer. What's my fate if pargoy's in the meeting room? I can be ashamed in front of the employees.

Baby smiled as he looked at me who was staring at him with a pity. "Are you scared, huh, Mas?" baby Goda.

I'm nodding. "Don't ya, honey. Don't embarrass your husband in front of so many people, please, "I ask expectantly.

Baby laughed, Papa did too. They know what I fear most. "Judah if I am afraid. I don't want to be pargoy in front of the crowd. Later that night Mas pargoy in front of me directly yes!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes. It's up to you not to be in front of so many people!"

Baby and Papa laughed again. "Yes, Baby. Let your husband go back to work. You're gonna ask your husband anything, okay?" ask Papa.

"Okay, Pa."

"Darling, I have to meet now. Do not forget to eat. I was afraid of the old meeting. We'll see you at home!" I grabbed my suit I put on my chair and put it on.

"Yes, a real job, Mom. Remember, I'll be Papa soon. It has to get better!" baby said he encouraged me.

"Sure dong, dear. Don't get too tired of working! I'm meeting first, assalamualaikum. Love you, Baby!" I ended our phone call and went to a meeting with Papa.

This meeting was attended by many employees. The meeting room was full due to the large number of people present. Fortunately, Baby did not accept Papa's offer. You can be ashamed of me!

The meeting lasted a long time. Many business plans are presented by employees. Ordinary, many also look for advance by expressing plans that they may not necessarily be able to realize. I held back my sleepiness and hoped for a quick meeting to be over so I could go home. The meeting was finally over at 6pm. Time home!

I drove a car through the traffic jam of Jakarta. In front of the gate to our home complex. It's close, soon I'll meet Baby.

The ringing of my phone surprised me a little. Baby's? What's Baby calling me?

"What, Honey? Is it the same with me?" ask me gently.

"Yes, kangen. Mas, you're in the Palmerah office again right? I really want some fried chicken near your office, huh? I think it's good to eat fried chicken with fresh sour spicy sauce. Can you please buy it?" pinta Babies.

I pulled my car over. I know, Baby doesn't know I'm going home. The hell time I returned to the office after I managed to pass a long traffic jam and only a few meters only I reached the gate of the complex?

"Mass? So how quiet is it? Don't you want to buy me?" ask Baby in disappointment.

"Ma-mau. How much do you want? Ready to buy it." I have to accept Baby's request. Must. I don't want my son to be born an angel.

"One day, Mas. That's enough."

A one?

Just one piece of chicken and I have to travel 20 Km to buy it? By Allah!

"Mas! Can't do? How come it's Diem again?" ask Baby again.

"There's a little more work, honey. Yes, buy it! You wait for me to come home!" I said while holding back patience.

"That's dong! Yes, I'm waiting for you to come home. Don't stay up late, Mom!" Soon Baby turned off the phone.

I turned my brain and remembered Papa. I called Papa and asked for his position.

"Why did you want to get home, why?" papa's answer shattered my hope.

I went back into the toll and headed to my office. If Baby did not know that there is good fried chicken near the office. My life will not be this miserable. What grudge is the child in Baby's womb with me? Why do you like to make me suffer? Does he want to repay me for ever hurting his mother? Any timing?

It was 8pm when I returned to my office and ordered one fried chicken. Don't get less and Baby asks to buy it again. I then returned to fight with traffic jams Jakarta and only arrived home around 10 pm.

Body tired, hot beach because long time driving a car. Seeing the complex archway seemed to signal that my suffering was over. I finally got home.

Ma'am at Abi's house opened the gate for me. The house is deserted. Abi and Mommy are already in the room. I went upstairs and went into Baby's room.

"Assalamualaikum, dear! I'm home!" I put the fried chicken on the nightstand and went into the bathroom to wash my hands and feet.

I went back to Baby who was still asleep. I approached her and kissed her cheek while whispering softly. "Darling, I'm home! Bring your order fried chicken!"

Baby opened his eyes lazily. His face was bent and his lips were washed away. "A long time anyway?"

"Sorry, I still have work. Yuk eat! Still a little hot. Jammed. Will it be heated again?" bargained. I took the plastic chicken wrap and opened it. The smell of fried chicken is yelling in Baby's room.

"No need. I'll just eat!" reject Baby.

"You want a bribe?" bargained.

Baby nodded. "You."

I'll take a piece of fried chicken and I'll take Baby. "Nake?" my many.

"Great boy!" answer Baby with sparkling eyes.

"Alhamdulillah. This time you can follow. Let's eat again!" I went back to feed Baby but he shook his head.

"Udah, Mas."

"Udah?" I just can't believe it.

"Yes. Hitherto. Mas kelamaan. I didn't want to like that. But nothing, Mom. I'm satisfied. It feels so good to eat this fried chicken. I want bobo again, Mom. I have changed clothes already. Do not forget the prayer. Bobo's met, Mas." Baby pulled back his body and pulled the blanket. In a short time Baby fell asleep.

I'm speechless.

I can only be silent.

Huh huh?

Did it just happen?

From the one tail I bought with the sacrifice of breaking through Jakarta's traffic jam, just one bite that Baby ate?

I'm still in place. I stared at the chicken thigh that Baby had just eaten one bite. I'm stunned. I just blinked my eyes. I can't believe what's going on.

Now, the princess is fast asleep. While me? Still peeling with chicken thighs in hand. How about ngeselin? Are all pregnant women like this?

I took a deep breath and breathed it out. Patience, Zak. Patience. You're again taking the test to level up. It's still the first month, there's eight months left. The suffering is not over. The spirit! I'll put chicken thighs in my hands until they're clean. At least I ate this fried chicken!

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