Married With Duda
Episode 77: Pregnant

Waking up in the morning Reyna feels empty, because usually there is always Azka who wakes him with a legend that kissed the whole face of Reyna to wake up, but this time different, but this time different, Reyna woke up by herself and stared at the space beside her already empty. Reyna clearly astonished dong, not usually also Azka wake up spit.

Because she did not want to get in her mind, Reyna chose to get ready immediately because the clock had shown at half-six which means that Reyna was the one who woke up late.

Okay, for this morning do not need a shower, just wash your face and brush your teeth, later if you have gone to the new meditation in the bathroom. Reyna pinched her hair and rushed to the kitchen to cook, a vegetable.

From the direction of the stairs Reyna can smell the aroma of cooking and the sound of kitchen tools colliding with each other. Reyna was pale, Bi Ela was returning home again so there was no way she was struggling in the kitchen. Fix, it's Wati, Reyna can feel the choking air as her feet begin to enter the kitchen area. The risk of staying with in-laws is gini.

Until the foaming of Reyna's ears with the ravings of Wati later, there is a great intention to turn the direction to the room but it is not a good idea, later even more nagged.

Take a breath before taking the risk, Reyna seems ready for the consequences.

His feet stepped slowly but surely, peeking out from behind the wall like a thief who was about to ambush stolen goods without being caught.

Reyna's eyebrows are perfectly linked, not the Wati he found there but Azka with a position to turn her back to Reyna. Her hair still looks messy, really caught has not combed out of bed, even her clothes are still nightgowns, doang pants are replaced with color.

"Mas!" call Reyna slowly, who called immediately turned his head and then smiled sweetly, stopped the cooking action, removed the apron and turned off the stove when the cooked is not yet cooked, but saw the arrival of the wife so do not care the same cuisine itself.

"Wake up?" asked Azka plainly, walking closer towards Reyna, wrapping her hands around her slender waist.

"Why are you suddenly cooking?" Reyna was no longer able to stem her curiosity. Azka frowned at the sign of not understanding Reyna's question.

"I don't know, I'd like to" he replied casually, leading Reyna's steps to sit on the chair.

"Wait a moment, you have to have breakfast," Azka walked to the stove, turned on the object and continued her activities. Reyna himself noticed from behind, it is inevitable that Azka is good at cooking but not too, most also cook fried rice with egg mix noodles, but do not know if now he seems to be cooking something special to have to shake the famous chef-style skillet. Reyna propped up the chin waiting for the husband to finish cooking which took a little while though Reyna's stomach was roaring to be filled, the intention of the heart to help just stood up already reprimanded by Azka, Azka, inevitably Reyna sat back and watched.

After a few minutes, Azka has served her homemade food on a beautiful plate, not forgetting to decorate it with slices of tomatoes, radishes and cucumbers and celery leaves and lettuce leaves, because Azka tau Reyna likes all kinds of vegetables as long as there is no grass.

"Here she is dear, chicken steak Monalisa," Azka serves like a restaurant waiter, Reyna chuckles to get such treatment.

"This is what you fried earlier had to use all the attractions?" ask Reyna while plucking cucumber slices.

"No, this is the main and most special menu, the last one was just fried rice chicken katsu," Azka replied while sitting watching Reyna eat.

"Paste in the pan, because the gosong so can not be separated from the pan, so I attraction who knows to lift the rice, but it turns out the nempel is very strong, almost the pan is broken. Later love Farel eat only," kekeh Azka, imagine the rice he used for the fried rice experiment was stale, it was stale, but it is said that Azka had heard that rice that had gone stale if reprocessed then it will taste good again if the flavor is real, then, either Azka was horrified where she clearly believed and was interested in trying.

"That's evil of you, Mas. Childhood self-fed scorched food," Reyna snatches.

"Nothing, Farel does like to eat that, given the rice just stale he wants." Reyna glared sharply, choosing to ignore Azka's words.

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Mumpung mornings are still not too hot because the weather is a little cloudy, so to spend time at home which is sometimes very boring, Reyna invites Azarin to play in the back garden, and the, roll out mats and install umbrellas commonly used for sunbathing on the beach, transporting almost all snacks in the refrigerator to be taken to the back garden, so the concept is they are a picnic, again, time at home. It just so happened that school was also on holiday, so Farel took part in helping Reyna prepare the necessary items.

Azka himself today works and requires himself to go to the office, seeing the event held by his wife looks fun to make him so reluctant to leave, want to be at home.

Though Azka was ready with work clothes, but still matung in place because of the plan between going or not.

"Well, why don't you just stand up, man? He said he had to go to the office?" reyna asked, his right hand carrying the ball for Azarin mainin later with Farel.

Azka bit her lower lip, why not say if you want to have a picnic behind the house, Azka can take permission to hold a meeting.

"The hunt is there, Mas. Later the hunt jammed on the road, especially today this weekend must be crowded who want to vacation," he said again because he did not get a response from Azka.

"Pity you can't come to our kayak picnic, so it's my dong kayak holiday," Farel nyahut while mocking Azka whose face was already pouting really keen nimbrung. Hearing his son's taunts immediately Azka's countenance became upset, wanting to run towards Farel and strangle the boy but realizing Farel was his own flesh and blood.

"I went in a bit of a pity, after all they can all wait. Well, for this beautiful but slightly dark morning, I'll be in the tent" Azka said, taking off her coat and throwing it in any direction.

"Ehh, but we use a mat instead of a tent," interrupted Farel because he was confused.

"Oh yes we certainly use a tent, bentar ya Daddy take first, it's still worth using, because it's been a long time after the Dutch colonial era," Azka went into the house to get what she needed.

Reyna just shook her head, inexhaustible with the behavior of her own husband, outside her aja cool but her soul is still random like a child SD.