Honey Contract My Husband
Part 11's. Little Attention

Cliantha shook her head to see the behavior of her husband who for her is very adorable, "If you want to buy milk for it pregnant is in the needs of the mother and child, Mas. There," point the woman to the part that they should have covered.

True, there are many rows of formula including milk for pregnant women.

"What brand do you want?" Tanya Cliantha who stands in front of the milk rack contains various brands and formulations vary among a number of milk for pregnant women.

"Ask Jihan, what brand does she want?"

"What, Han?" Cliantha asked Jihan, she obeyed her husband's orders.

"I don't drink milk, Ma'am," Jihan said with a soft head.

Getting answers like that, Narendra is not the type of person who likes to force or like to persuade with words. With a flat gaze and lazy movement, she took one of the milk cribs of pregnant women without regard to the brand or type, not even see the price. He paid it right away at the cashier.

"Here you go, let's go home!" His orders were quick which inevitably obeyed by both women.

At home, in the living room of the house. Jihan and Cliantha were sitting on the living room sofa. They were exhausted, moreover Jihan whose energy had been drained away and her face was already a perfectly pale white.

Instead, Cliantha would get water for Jihan. In the kitchen, she saw her husband trying to brew vanilla milk that had just been bought for pregnant women who were in his house.

He measured how much milk should be poured in a glass, along with a dose of hot and cold water that is sufficient in accordance with the presentation advice behind the packaging.

"Try, is this fitting yet?" ask the man to Cliantha who was nearby.

Inevitably, the woman sipped a spoonful of vanilla milk proffered at her, she said,

"Bag," replied Cliantha.

"Is it not too hot? How's it feel?" ask Narendra again.

"It's less warm, but it doesn't feel bad" his wife replied, moving her hand in front of his face. Show me that it's not a problem.

"OK, thank you," said Narendra, kissed his wife's head, then went to bring the milk to Jihan.

"Drink!" His orders were strict on the woman who was ogah-ogahan drinking a glass of milk in white from the hands of her husband.

"I don't drink milk, sir" Jihan replied, shaking her head and holding the glass in her lap.

"For your baby, not you. He needs that" Narendra said again.

"Drink," he ordered once more.

"It's quick to drink or I'll stay here until the milk is out of the glass" said Narendra, who has no sense of empathy.

Drt. Naredra's phone is shaking.

"Okey, I'll pick up the phone for a second. Make sure when I get back, the glass is empty" the man said.

The agony of Narendra away from the living room, Jihan still did not want to take a single sip of milk.

"I can't drink milk, Ma'am," Jihan told me.

"Why?"

He shook his head and gave the milk to Cliantha, "Don't like it, can't do it either" he said.

However, up ahead, Narendra seemed to be about to end his phone soon.

"Drink, just a little bit" persuaded Cliantha.

"Can't, throw it away then, Ma'am,"

But, there was no time to throw that milk into the sink. One way that can be done so that the milk is empty from the glass,

"It's done" Cliantha said after she gulped down the glass.

"Mr?"

"Here hold it, say thou hast drunk it" commanded Cliantha.

Not long after, their husband returned, "Have you drunk it?" Narendra asked; jihan nodded.

"Good, later. It must be routinely drunk so that the development of your fetus is good," said Narendra pat Jihan's head like a obedient kitten.

"Mom, how is this?" Ask Jihan after that.

Cliantah took a deep breath, "Just relax, there I am."

Seriate...