I'm Not a Mandul Woman
Chapter 65

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"Okay, it just so happens that the mango tree bears fruit!" Yulia gulped when she saw the mango tree in front of her house. He stroked his stomach, suddenly felt like eating young mangoes in the mouth.

It has been almost two months Yulia did not visit the house of her mother, Bu Kanti who joined the stay at the house Romi somehow want to look at her home today.

And now they are crowded to go there, with Shila and also Romi.

"Come, mas! we're doing it under that mango tree!" Yulia pointed under the mango tree, under which was a long chair of bamboo. Usually the place is for kongkow kongkow mothers who are sultry in the house. Gather up in that place while hinting about anything.

"Is there still material in the mother's house for her friends?" ask Romi. Yulia rushed to the kitchen, and there was no spice.

"Yes, then Romi buy chili, salt, garlic the same brown sugar, mas! In the stall is Munaroh!"

"Okay, for the sake of my baby who is in here and also his mother, whatever you will do, even if you have to buy kitchen ingredients."

"But oh, if there is a mother who is hysterical to chase me how, your husband is handsome like this... !" stroking Yulia's stomach which looked slightly filled. Yulia slapped Romi's shoulder gently down in front of her.

"Oh, Son! Your father is very narcissistic, Amit amit jabang bayik, do not let you imitate the nature of your father yes, son!" Romi laughed out loud.

"Not narcissistic, son! Ayahanda said what it is! There's nothing to cover!" They talk as if the baby is there and join in the conversation between them.

"Important baby here is good!" kiss the stomach before moving to the stall and take Shila with him.

After Romi left Yulia went to see her mother.

"Mother, rest in the room! you must be tired, right?" Now Yulia and her mother live at home. Bu Kanti finally nodded, and was willing to take a break.

This house is his life, all the sweet memories are in this house. Starting from his marriage first, until born Angga and Yulia almost thirty years ago.

However, Bu Kanti's romance love story when she was young was in this house, so it was very hard to get away from her.

After Bu Kanti lay in her room, Yulia went to the yard again carrying a kitchen knife. While waiting for her husband to come home Yulia picked a young mango that could be in her frame. Yulia had gotten four mangoes, when Romi and Shila came with small crackles.

"Well, now it's my turn to take the same ulek in the kitchen!" Yulia was ready with her kitchen knife to peel the mango. Shila sat next to him watching what Yulia was doing.

All four mangoes have been peeled. Now Yulia was busy putting in one by one ingredients to make spices.

"Mother, what's this white one called?" shila asked with curiosity.

"This is salt, baby! Salt tastes salty. Keep the red one is called chili or Lombok, this tastes spicy."

"Well, if this is garlic, it tastes bitter and this one is red sugar that tastes sweet!" Yulia pointed at the kitchen ingredients and explained the function and how it felt.

He also began to add the seasoning into one.

"If this one's a young mango, it tastes sour!" Romi also said.

"Of all the ingredients of the material, if made one correctly and according to the portion, mixed evenly with the way in the ulek or in the blender, it will produce a sensation of great pleasure, which is amazing, that's so, baby!" romi asked while slicing mangoes, while Yulia was still mengolek seasoning.

"And all that is needed in our lives, according to the portion of each. Which favor of the Lord do you deny?"

"Wisdom eat this young mango rojak!" sambar Yulia took one slice of mango and brandished it in front of her husband's mouth. Want Romi to taste the taste of juvenile mango. Romi was shuddering, his teeth were gritting.

"Honey, this young mango flavor feels very delicious for young pregnant women like you. But it would be excruciating for your husband to eat it. What if I have stomach pain? who can take care of me? While you yourself are reluctant to get close to me!" romi said diplomatically so that his wife would not let him eat young mangoes.

"Well, how is it? Baby in the stomach wants his father to eat this! A little, yeah! Let's open his mouth, baby!"

I wanted Romi to scream at the time. Just looking at her mouth feels like she's pulling out saliva. Now he thought of a way to escape from being asked to eat mango rujak.

"Okay, baby! My stomach's heartburn, cold shit! Ouch!" Romi pura grimacing holding his stomach.

"Aaaa, you must be pura sick, ngaku you mas! Let's eat this first! let baby be satisfied!" Romi's nose kempis flower, even his saliva was wry, even though the young mango had not touched his tongue.

"But this one, yes!" Yulia was overjoyed, the look on her face looked like she had won the lottery.

Romi's esophagus is like clogged, very difficult to swallow the voice that makes pain, his lips wrinkled, want to feel like spitting out what is in his mouth. But the happy light on the wife's face held her back from taking out the mango that was fed to her.

"Darling, yes! Please, my stomach really hurts! I'll go back first." Romi hurriedly stood up and passed to the back, thinking of hiding inside the bathroom alone.

The sensation of an unusually sour and spicy taste burns the esophagus.

When Romi left, Bu Nur and Musri approached Yulia and Shila. Shila was engrossed in playing making holes in the ground with her toy spoon.

"Well, I heard that from your husband, you're pregnant, huh, Yul? Congratulations yes! Finally, Bu Kanti will add a grandchild!" exclaim Bu Nur greeted Yulia. Then take turns Mama Musri.

"Congratulations to Yul! May the child you bear be the pride of his parents. So the child shalahah if women and shaleh if men. Oiya, for how many months, it has looked a bit full of your stomach!" Musri's mother looked at Yulia's stomach.

" Aamiin's. Alhamdulillah, four-month street, Bu Nur, mbak Musri. Thank you for your prayers. May Allah grant your prayers!" sahut Yulia friendly.

"And it's a cravings show like this! Well, make my stomach instantly mules, Yul! This mango is famous for being very sour, right, Mom!" the woman named Mbak Musri asked for Bu Nur's approval.

"Alaah, it is indeed aja Musri who has never known whose name is cravings. I used to crave it too like this Yulia really, not at all sour feeling at that time. Uh, baby's turn has come out, want to eat young mango like this, ih boro boro. I swear, my teeth immediately see him."

" Oh yes, I want to go! Not strong to see it either. Isn't that right, Miss Musri?" mbak Musri nodded. And they both immediately say goodbye.

Yulia had eaten half of the rujak which was fed directly from the cobek by using a fork. From the way you eat, people see it will look very delicious. Shila is still playing by herself. Yulia was looking for her husband who did not show up.

Not here anymore, Romi! Does it really hurt his stomach?

"Bundaaa, when is Rima here again, I miss playing with her?" shila Rengek suddenly stood next to Yulia and pulled the barnyard of her skirt. The little girl got tired of playing by herself.

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