It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-54. Cravings

"Bus ... You know it's not legal if you're doing a black campaign like this on someone's trade?" ask my husband firmly.

The woman looks flinched. "Hmmm, black campaign? Is there anything like that?"

"Mother's indignantly unclear with this laundry? When is this laundry?" ask my husband back.

Come to think of it, my husband also said. I just realized that this woman wasn't the one who picked up the clothes today.

"Eh, um ... Today is. I also often use services here anyway," he said while reacting.

"I'm not sure, Mother is there today or not because it's quite crowded. However, I'll check the CCTV first."

"It was picked up by my son earlier." He kept giving reasons.

"Honey, try to check back the smell of his clothes. Is that a laundry perfume here? Somehow it's not the same as the usual." said my husband confidently.

I started to pull the bag containing the clothes. However, the woman pulled the pouch and recaptured it.

"Are you really too much for customers, huh?" said furious.

"Yes, so far no one has protested, why today suddenly there are protests. There was one, because it was too late in the ironing process. But, everything's fine. If Ibuk is willing to try to defy this business of mine, I have CCTV that will reveal Mother's lies."

The woman snorted and left. "They? Wanna go where? I haven't finished giving an explanation if memmmfiittnah other people's business weeeii?" My husband had his spirit very much flared up in nailing that woman.

"Is there really a Mas?" tanyaku continued to close the door of the roling store.

"There is, but actually the process is complicated. So people like to be patient to pray that people who slander can get karma. But there really are laws and regulations."

"If you trouble mah, males oruh, Mas? Must be out of charge again for this and that fee, let alone a lawyer." I immediately embraced his spoiled hand.

"Yes, it was just nakuutin-nakuutin doang, let him not dare to mess around."

"Aduuu, my husband's gemesinnya because of so much pinternya." I pulled her cheeks and she looked bright.

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At midnight, I feel very hungry. I don't know why I want to eat Cakwe. The clock on the wall has shown at two in the morning. Where should I look for a cakwe?

Imagining it dicocol same sweet sour sauce has made drooling filled my mouth. I saw my husband was so good in his sleep. I couldn't wake her, because it was impossible to ask her to go out for food at night.

I'm trying to open an online food app on my phone, hoping there's something still around at this hour. However, upon opening the app, I was disappointed instantly. I just realized I only lived in a small town, when eleven o'clock at night no one was open.

I also try to sleep to calm my mind and close my eyes. I wish I could fall asleep without thinking about such a long fried bread-like meal. However, I've been back and forth left right still not going to sleep.

"Darling? Why don't you sleep?" It turned out that Mas Aren woke up because of my anxiety.

"Oh, no, Mom."

Crewuucuuuuuuk

My stomach is casting a more vivid picture that I am not okay. Mas Aren immediately sat down rubbing his face.

"You hungry? Want what? I'll get it." He pulled out the blanket that had covered his body.

"Oh, no. I'm not hungry. Where it might be dinner-night gini," my elak pulled him up to get back on the bed.

Is Aren joking, right? There's no way he'll find the food I want. However, there's no way my mouth said he wouldn't be able to help me out of being blind?

"I don't want anything, Mom. If you want it later if it's noon." I pushed Mas Aren to break down again.

"You know, I feel like you're underestimating me?" He got up and put his foot in the door.

"Where are you going?" I chased after his sudden steps.

"I want to find a jacket first" he said as if memorized by the position of his jacket.

"Don't! It's been night!" I said hold him back.

"Say what?" This time he was serious about making me no longer able to dodge what was in this heart.

"Why do I really want to chew cakwe, Mas. Which night is it, right?" I finally told you too.

"Cakwe?" He looks laughing.

"Yes, but don't go anywhere, Mom. It's been this night, better get some sleep."

My husband moved straight into the kitchen. "Try to prepare some of the ingredients I mentioned."

"For?" I was amazed by his behavior these nights.

"You don't know, does your husband pinter make cakwe? Because long abroad, this husband of yours can take care of his own life, you know? Especially taking care of a craving wife. I will give it everything" he said again.

"What time?"

"Yes! Yep!" Then he mentioned the ingredients to be prepared. Lucky all the materials he called, I always stocked at home. Apparently, tonight felt the benefits of stopping it quite a lot.

He asked me to help him in the measure he knew. After that he mixed all the ingredients and kneaded them. "Then we wait an hour. You're still holding back an hour until the batter is ready, right?"

"Ready dooong." Then he took me to watch TV, there happened to be a world cup broadcast. I noticed his flat face watching the ball. He looked very serious, but he could not see the game at all.

"When Elena was pregnant I didn't macem-macem you know, Mas? I used to live in the hamlet. The food menu I know is few, not as much as it is today."

Mas Aren also ignored the television that he could not at all. Sometimes, I wonder if I want to ask her. What is the purpose of him like this? He must be very troubled and difficult. Mas Aren is laying his head right on my lap.

After that kiss my stomach. "You two are the henchmen, aren't you? Do not imitate Papa while in the stomach of Oma. Oma often really stories that Papa was fussy since in the womb." Then he kissed my stomach again.

I kissed her cheek and hugged her. "Thank you, Mom. Thank you for being such an amazing husband to me." He smiled pushing my head to get close to his face.

From the direction of Elena's room door, a doorknob was heard from inside. Elena looks into her eyes. "Is it morning now, Buk? How come tivi's alive?"

He immediately ran along to add to the atmosphere tonight. My husband immediately sat down and told Elena to go up to his lap.

"Elena want some cake, honey?"

"You, want!" cheers

"Come, help Papa cook? We cook it in my mother's stomach." explained my husband.

Elena's facial expression changed instantly. "Guys?" ask with a tone of objection.

"Yes, Honey. In my stomach is Elena's sister. There are two."

Elena came down from my husband's lap. He shook his head walking quickly back to his room. I looked at Mas Aren who was smitten by my son's reaction.