Kiss The Rain's
Getting pregnant?

Wednesdays.

Jasmine's desire starts to become so, whether she asks for the type of food she sees on TV or a new type of plant.

This time he asked for various types of ornamental plants such as cathalea crabs, red star cladds, monsters, elephant ears and Algonema that were not on his balcony.

Ask for organic fertilizer, ask for the type of pot shape and ornamental stones of different colors. All should be details, otherwise, his lips will conical and raved indistinctly.

Whining and spoiling are his main weapons to tear down Bryan. Like the weather this afternoon that brings quite heavy rain.

The two of them sat on the sofa, looking at the rainwater that was soaked in the window of the room.

"Promise yes tomorrow Sunday we take a walk to the garden of plants." The little finger he had fixed.

Bryan nodded, "She I promise." as he linked his little finger to Jasmine's.

"Look at me."

"No, sure."

"meaning?"

"What if it rains tomorrow?"

"It's raining, cooking it's just as raining it's afraid." Denying Jasmine.

"I'm not afraid of the rain, but I'm afraid of you." Evidently.

"Fear why?" Confused ask.

"I'm afraid you'll get sick." The pinch landed on Jasmine's cheek.

"Bryan!" Jasmine smiled shyly.

"Your face doesn't match that red meeting."

"Bryan!!!!" I am angry and more and more dear.

"Hahaha, look at the balcony of our room like selling ornamental plants."

"Leave it, who cares."

"Because I care, you'll be more busy taking care of your plants than taking care of me." His complaint.

"Big, Bryan. You're still number one." Jasmine twitched spoiled in Bryan's arm.

"Remember, don't forget tomorrow Sunday."

Bryan cleared his throat, "Love a bonus for tonight."

"Every day I give you a bonus."

"Again, don't love saggy babe." Clearly again, while linking his lips. They continued to be sad, reciprocating kisses witnessed by the speck of rain that began to subside.

The wall clock kept turning, so as not to feel the time of dinner getting closer.

Jasmine removed her lips and rubbed her wet lips.

"I have to go to the kitchen." Clearly, he was busy standing tidying up his clothes that were already in disarray.

"He'emm." Bryan waved his hand to throw Jasmine away.

"I have to help you cook, Bryan."

The last kiss landed on Bryan's forehead,

"Let's continue." His whispers teased in Bryan's ears.

Jasmine quickly ran towards the door and stuck out her tongue.

"Hahaha, just tell me you've wet babe." Bryan shouted while chuckling.

In the kitchen, Mama Rose was ready with cooking ingredients to be cooked.

"Mama, let me help you."

Jasmine put an apron on her body. Pick up a knife and start chopping ingredients.

Occasional jokes and laughter echoed in the kitchen, not knowing what the mother and daughter-in-law were talking about. But the laughter of the two women of different generations was contagious into its own warmth for those around them.

Thirty minutes passed, dinner was on the table.

"Jasmine please call Papa, Bryan and Husein." Tell Rose as her hands provide plates and spoons on the dining table.

"Good, Ma."

Jasmine took off the apron and walked towards the living room. The puff of Vape smoke flew and smothered Jasmine's chest.

Uhuk, uhuk, uhuk.

Jasmine coughed, making the three people who were sitting point their eyes at Jasmine.

Bryan put down his small object, walked towards Jasmine and patted Jasmine on the back. Jasmine's tears had already welled up, she was holding her entrails to come out.

"Darling why?"

"What's your vape taste of melon?" Ask, while staying away from Bryan.

"Yes, Why?" Bryan looked puzzled, as Jasmine gradually retreated and closed her nose tightly.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? Open the door." Many times Bryan knocked on the door, but Jasmine did not open it.

"Darling, open the door." The door was getting louder, making Rose Mardiani who was in the kitchen move closer to her son.

"Why in the house scream Bry."

"Jasmine's inside, Ma. I called many times, but he didn't answer."

Rose sighed, "Is this house without a spare key?"

"Reserve key?"

"Yes Bryan's spare key." Rose shook her head.

"Male...,"

Tria stammered up the stairs, as an emergency call echoed in her ear.

"Yes, sir, what's wrong?" Ask while holding your breath.

"Get me my spare room key."

Tria nodded. Get down the stairs quickly.

"What's Bry doing, are you guys fighting?" Ask Rose.

Bryan shook his head, "He doesn't like the smell of my Vape, Ma. He almost vomited."

"Almost vomiting?" Rose's forehead is wrinkled.

Bryan nodded.

"Is Jasmine pregnant?"

This question made Bryan's forehead wrinkle as well.

"Pregnant?"

"He's pregnant with Bry, aren't you guys 'making it' ?"

"What if Jasmine's pregnant, Ma. What should I do."

Bryan's face turned worried, he grew more and more agitated. Many times the door banging Jasmine did not open.

"Tria, where's Tria. Why is he so long!"

Bryan paced back and forth agitatedly, many times Rose calmed her son.

Until Tria's call stops Bryan's anxiety. He quickly swept the keys to his room, opened the door and ran inside.

Jasmine, Jasmine.

He screams no answer. Bryan ran towards the bathroom, circulating his gaze. Didn't find Jasmine there.

Visible curtains are waving in the wind, the balcony room is open. With a quick step Bryan headed to the balcony of his wife's favorite spot.

"Dear." Call gently.

Jasmine turned, "Yes?"

"You're worrying me."

"Worry why? Sorry I just need some fresh air. My stomach's still nauseous." He answered while smiling.

"Mama said if a woman is pregnant, it must be nauseous. Are you pregnant?" Bryan asked nervously.

"Pregnant?" Jasmine asked confusedly.

"Yes pregnant."

"Bryan I just don't like the smell of melons. I often get nauseous if I drink melon syrup or other smells made from melon."

Jasmine was convincing.

"So you're not pregnant." Bryan's tone turned to disappointment.

"I don't know let's have dinner. Papa, Mama and Husein must have been waiting."

"But what if you're pregnant?" Ask Bryan again.

"If you're curious, we can check it out at the hospital." Jasmine tried to calm down Bryan's anxiety.

"Alright, we'll check it out tomorrow Sunday while buying your chosen houseplant."

Jasmine nodded, Bryan gradually lessened his worry. With their steps towards the dining table.

"Did I have to see your drama every day." Husein snorted annoyedly when he found two annoying people in his life, joined at the dinner table.

The drama ends with a lovely dinner. Sendau jokingly adorns the dining table. Jasmine felt warmly gathered with the good-hearted 'evil' people.

Sometimes the enemy can be a friend, or a friend who is holding a knife behind his back. Just a little off your guard, you're dead!

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The more days like the more slumped. 😞

But gakpapa, I will continue until the end of Hiatus abstinence. Wait well, thank you for faithfully supporting my work that is eckek-ecek this 🙏🙏