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RM41111L. Concave stomach
"Mas Givan why, Mah?" Canda immediately asked the situation of her husband.
"I don't know, at one o'clock in the evening he tapped Mamah's room he said abis muntaber. Pale right, so papah sleeps in Givan's room. Papah also said, until magiin that Givan back and forth vomiting in the bathroom only. Papah said he vomited in the trash. It looks pale and weak right. Until now, he if the road to huddle. Tega could not bear to leave Mamah to call medical personnel. Remember ten o'clock at night, Ken just left with Ria. So Mamah to the midwife, she's not at home, anymore at the puskesmas. Just run to Rauzha, because aunt Shasha called it not continue to connect, he said HP lowbat." Adinda plays her own fingers, it looks like she is so anxious with her eldest child.
"What was Givan at first, Mah?" Canda recalled Rauzha saying that her husband might have eaten something that was not worth it.
"From here, Givan wasn't eating. Van eat, yes later. Van eat, let's go later. Brew some more tea, drink some more milk, don't eat rice. Overseas, he's used to eating heavy." She almost fed her hard-to-eat child.
It's like this, Canda instead thinks that Givan deliberately wants to get sick so that he pityes her. In fact, his situation is stressful. Givan felt his stomach was not hungry, he was not interested in eating. Make his body condition weakened, because it does not get food intake.
"Where's Mas Givan from, Mah? Maybe he ate outside." Canda still has a little prejudice about her husband eating wrong.
"Try asking. Mom saw him at home, back and forth to the same room to the backyard. Here, apply aromatherapy oil to him. Mamah wants to ngabarin papah first, let papah come home quickly. You take care of your husband first, Mom, you're going to the kitchen. Maybe someone's hungry, Mamah hasn't cooked any more rice." Adinda gave a small bottle made from the bell. He went to the kitchen, pocketing his cell phone lying on the table.
Canda stared at the bottle of aromatherapy oil, then a long sigh sounded with her footsteps moving towards her husband's room. He watched for a moment Givan, who was still closing his eyes, leaning on the head of the bed. Then she set herself up to go up to the bed and check on her husband.
"Well, don't go up to the bed. Nausea I come, if my bed is a little swaying," asked Givan, without knowing who got into the bed.
Canda did not answer, he took a position in the middle of the bed and just to the left of her husband. Without saying, she unscrewed the bottle of aromatherapy oil and applied a little to her husband's wide chest.
"Well, I don't shake. Nausea I'm coming again." Canda's movements, made Givan's body slightly shaken.
Canda moved her hand, then she flattened the oil into her husband's neck.
"Try grunting, let the nausea disappear." Canda clasped her palm near her husband's life. His hand was used to flatten the wind oil earlier, making the fresh scent stick on the back of his hand.
Givan immediately opened his eyes, he glanced quickly at his wife. Silently, Givan watched the expressionless face of his wife.
He was sure that his mother called Canda to come and take care of him. He realized that he was troubling his parents. He understood that his parents' energy was no longer able to take care of him
Givan obeyed his wife's orders. He took a deep breath, to feel the aromatherapy of the wind oil. Givan did it over and over again, until the smell on Canda's palm was reduced.
"What do you eat the same?" Canda understood that her husband's stomach was hungry. The flat, muscular stomach, looks sunken inward.
"Later on." Givan felt his nausea never lessened.
"I want a meatball balungan. Get well soon, no one's told to go buy."
Givan's smile was faintly engraved. He was amused himself, when he heard his wife needed something but there was no errand boy. Givan understood, he was quite reliable for his wife.
"With ya?" Givan lowered his right leg from the bed.
The soles of his right foot touched the coldness of this marble floor.
"Says he wants a meatball balungan. I bought it first." He understands Canda's cravings, which will continue to whine until his wishes are fulfilled.
Canda held her husband's left arm, she didn't want him to leave under these circumstances. He was just trying to raise Givan's spirit, so that Givan would not be so limp and want to eat.
"And I'll say it'll heal later." Canda pulled Givan's leg up, to get back on the bed.
"Cured." Givan smiled flirtatiously, then kissed his wife's right cheek and rubbed her flat stomach.
"What did Dad eat? I forgot to buy milk for Biyung and Adek, would I buy it? What brand do you want?" Givan embraced his wife's shoulder, with her actively rubbing her stomach.
It's still flat and there's no movement yet, but the growth inside there is so active.
Canda doubts her husband is sick. She saw a healing and pale that was slightly gone from her husband's face.
"Order the food, I haven't eaten and I'm not cooking. I want meatballs, same satay taichan." Canda only mentions random, because in fact she would rather see her husband eat.
A sunken stomach into it really can't lie. Canda believed that, rather than a healthy confession from her husband.
Givan pulled his hand from Canda's stomach. His right hand, he used to reach his phone lying on the nightstand. Without fear of any mistakes that Canda would know, Givan immediately gave the phone away. Because the food messaging application is so complete on his phone. While Canda phones, only filled with games and other entertainment applications.
The application for online shopping, Givan deliberately downloaded to make his wife shop from his cellphone only. Because from his phone, can be directly connected to debit payments on behalf of him. While the Canda application, less sophisticated because Canda does not have payments using debit cards and such.
"I want to order a lot, because I have breakfast earlier than usual. I'm hungry right, I want to eat fruitful and there's a taste of pepper too. Abis eat meatballs balungan, I want to eat this soto." Canda started operating her husband's cell phone, and then she pointed to a picture of food on her husband's cell phone screen.
"Clearly especially? Not gonna end?" Givan kissed his wife on the cheek again, then leaned on her lower shoulder.
Dizziness in his head increasingly subsided, because of the presence of one of the humans he wanted to meet since then.
"No, there's a Mas that serves to spend the food I don't spend." Canda glanced at her husband and Givan again chuckled at Canda's words.
Because that's how it is every day. It's like a garbage can of food that Canda doesn't spend. Without disgust, he finished off his wife's leftover food. Although at first he was forced, because Canda always said redundant. But he is used to it now.
"Yes has a snob order. Don't be so spicy anymore, I don't want you to have diarrhea. The patch is separate, so we can be about how spicy."
Unfortunately the advice from Givan, made Canda remember the confession of her husband who said she preferred to attach importance to her condition of diarrhea. Instead of continuing their despicable night with Ai.
"Why, Cendol?" Givan looked at his wife's sudden face.
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