I LOVE YOU, ENCUS
The amazing!

Indonesia

Live a normal life after they return to Indonesia.

Rayyan is no longer busy preparing for the circuit, only occasionally guest stars at domestic race events to give input to junior riders.

Occasionally to the office only if it is important, if not too urgent he is more entrusted to the manager. Even now Mathew has fully held his business, so he just waited and more at home with his wife and prospective baby who had reached the age of the end of the first semester in the stomach of Mira.

Vomiting every morning, not being able to smell a bad smell, and badly not being able to eat rice, meat, or fish. If you smell one of the three types, everything that goes into the stomach will automatically come out.

Sometimes Rayyan to not have the heart to see the condition of the wife who looks so limp after removing her entrails.

Once, Rayyan forced Mira to eat rice, but just kissed Mira immediately ran to the bathroom.

What about this?! Is it because of the manufacturing process abroad, so his son refused to eat rice?

Why is meat not?

Rayyan hoped at some point Mira would whine for something, but it never happened.

" Eat ya yank."

Mira just shook her head.

" What do you want to eat? What kind of a pengen is that?"

" The orange is still, right? That's aja!"

Already the umpteenth time Mira ate the sour fruit, making Rayyan more confused.

" Jeng, how is this? Mira can't eat rice." Rayyan consulted on the phone to Ajeng.

" What food can come in?" Ask Ajeng.

" Just a vegetable stew, the same was delivered sweet potatoes with mama, he ate it. Now eat oranges for the everlasting how many times."

" Can he eat yams?" Ask Ajeng.

" Can."

" No vomiting?"

" Nausea wants to vomit not yank when you ate yam?"

" No, why?" Mira replied while peeling the orange.

" Take a question."

" No, it's ordinary."

" That means the rice can be replaced with tubers." Ajeng.

" Cass, purple yam is good for pregnant women. If you eat vegetables want him?"

" Fruit is not a problem, the important thing is not excessive spice, just love salt, already senengnya."

" Every day just eat clear vegetables. Is that enough?"

" No problem, the important vegetable variety is not just that."

" When don't you drink milk?"

" As long as there are other foods coming in it's okay. Pregnant women have their own luggage. Nor can they be forced. The patient." Ajeng.

Rayyan was relieved after consultation with her experts, although Ajeng was not a gynecologist, at least the general practitioner also knew a little about pregnancy.

Not unable to bring to a specialist, it's just that the state of Mira is still quite normal with the supervision of Ajeng and Tomy. Just during the control alone, Rayyan and Mira just met with the obstetrician.

" Don't forget tomorrow's control schedule, I've listed it."

" Ok, thank you."

" Ok."

Rayyan smiled at Mira who was engrossed in green-skinned oranges, she sat down next to Mira.

" Such a cane eating the acem-acem of papa's children." Rayyan stroked Mira's stomach which looked slightly protruding.

" Buy yuk yuk oranges again, already want to spend. Take a walk." Take Rayyan.

" Want... But buy rice paddies ya."

" You can't eat yank rice, you'll throw up again."

" Gak tau, want to eat rice padang in rames mas, which is directly mixed with soup rendang same sambel chilli ijo. I think it's delicious."

" Kuah rendang also smells of meat, later vomiting you know." Rayyan still clearly remembered how Mira immediately refused when dealing with meat.

" Want to eat it, but if you can't do it papa." Mira stood up, leaving Rayyan confused.

Sensitive out, gotta give up Ray.

Rayyan finally relented, agreeing to his wife's request, on the condition that the meal be brought home. He had already imagined how to be in a public dining venue with so many people visiting. Especially with a menu that all use coconut milk, it is clearly far from healthy. But for the sake of his wife and baby, he set out also to find what his wife wanted.

Driving the car, looking for a padang restaurant that looks roughly clean and quiet but when the car will turn, Mira prevents and asks to drive to a padang restaurant near a crowded street. There was no choice, Rayyan could only exhale in order to be patient.

" I'm coming down." Mira opens the car door, then steps down.

" It's supposed to be in the car, a lot of people are inside." Rayyan said worriedly.

" Want to see the menu." Point Mira at the storefront where some typical padang menus are stored.

Relented again, Rayyan finally took Mira's hand and brought her into the restaurant.

Instead of sitting down, Mira instead ordered her own food, pointing at what she wanted, and strangely she had no problem with the smell of the cooking, but it was very concentrated.

" Aren't you going?" Mira looked at Rayyan who was silent, shaking her head only in response because she herself was not willing to eat at the roadside stall.

Sometimes it's okay Ray, mumpung want to eat. He tried to advise himself.

Once they have got a packet of rice padang, they now go down the street to the mall to buy oranges, but when passing the fruit shop on the side of the road, Mira again-asked to stop.

" Find the one in the room, not the one that opens." Rayyan made a choice, Mira nodded.

" Don't buy apples, wine or anything?" Rayyan asked when Mira had gotten the 3kg orange packet.

" No, this is it." Mira pointed at the crystal guava grains beside the red apple.

" Is this not going to be?" Rayyan showed me mango.

Mira's eyes immediately sparkled, her mouth seemed impatient to taste the taste of the fruit.

" Want."

" Sir, is anyone still clueless? Or the raw ones." The question that made Rayyan immediately decayed, his intention wanted Mira to eat sweet fruit, even asking her again that could make her saliva drip, and her teeth were gritted just by imagining it.

" It's been."

" Hmm."

" Home home."

" Yes, laper." Answer Mira.

They came out of the store carrying a large plastic containing sour-tasting fruit, and it made Rayyan shake her head.

How strange pregnant mom, patient Ray, let it go!

And the strangeness continued once they got home.

Mira took the plate herself, directly putting the rice field on the plate without pouring the contents.

After washing his hands, Mira immediately bribed a food called rice padang.

Rayyan once again looked astonished and in disbelief.

" Not nauseous?" Ask.

" No." Mira bribed the rice again, stuffing it into her mouth without nausea or vomiting.

" It's meat, right?"

" Hem, rendang." Mira replied, she scooped up the small piece and then devoured it.

" Sweet, would you?"

Rayyan shook her head again "For you, let the grandpa be healthy. Want some more?"

There is a sense of relief to see his wife eat with food that has been more than a month can not be eaten, even a portion of rice wrap is now not left.

Waw! Absolutely amazing! Really strange behavior of pregnant women.