MY CHATTY WIFE
COFFEE, OPIUM

Ah the pleasure of lying down after a tired day of work. I snorted at the distinctive aroma of the drink every morning I brewed, coffee. Why does it sting on the bed.

I searched for a source of fragrance, until it was finally right under the pillow where my wife slept. He's the one who's still struggling with the "Two funny colors" fruit up front.

"This is coffee, why is it stored here and this is why it is wrapped like this, yes?." I did not think, coffee powder wrapped in a cloth shaped like a coin purse. I patted the bed so dirty because of the coffee grounds that came out of the bag.

Is this my wife's, but for what?. I put the package in the drawer.

I'm re-enacting my tired body.

When my eyes closed..

CLICK ...

"Eh, is Mas not asleep yet?" he asked me.

I confirmed my position, "Not Deck, just want to crumble." I said as I closed my eyes.

"Hmmm." she replied. I don't know what he's doing to reach into bed and turn back his pillow. I want to be quiet, let him do what he wants.

"Well, this is who moved into the drawer!" his tone half screamed.

I was shocked to hear him half-scream.

I sat down for a moment, "What's up, Dek?."

"This is loh, Mas. Who put my coffee in the drawer?" she asked in annoyance.

"Oh, yes, dear. Why indeed? Abis is dirty, dusty is Dek." I said.

I thought why, just prihal wrap it up. Fortunately I didn't throw it away, because I was a little afraid I really had my wife.

"What's dirty, dirty from where? It's just coffee, after all Mas really moved without permission." he tidied up his bed and lay down on my side.

"Yes sorry, honey. I don't know it's yours, I'm afraid you forgot to buy it not in the kitchen." I guess.

"Look, this is all I know. Anyway this isn't the coffee that Mas drinks." he folded his arms around the coffee wrapper. Occasionally inhale the aroma of the coffee in the wrap.

I just shook my head, not wanting to comment more. Whatever he does sometimes makes no sense. Prihal coffee just disturbed my sleep. And of course now the one in his arms is not me, but coffee. Watch out for your coffee !!!.

What more do you want little tadpoles!!! Just a few weeks you're in your Mama's belly, my head's dizzy with all your behavior.

I glanced at my wife who was sleeping so soundly by clutching the coffee package. The money's been pushing up to my nostrils.

"Health is always a darling, you must be healthy and born safe, yes. Papa will try to make whatever you want." I rubbed my wife's hair and kissed her.

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"Not what you want, Mom. Later if you think about it, Dekakanin Mas" he said while rubbing lipstick on his thin lips.

"Yes, let's eat." take me.

He stepped following me, I glanced at the still-empty dining table. I smiled at the empty table.

The sound of my wife laughing, I turned and smiled.

"You sit here, Mas fried eggs huh. What do you want on an omelet in the eyes of a cow." ask him who is smiling.

"Beeplok aja Mas, as usual Mas." he showed a row of teeth.

I nodded and kissed her forehead.

She really likes half-cooked eggs with two eggs at once.

I set the cutlery on the table, I saw my wife clutching something in her hand and her mouth was as cool as chewing.

"What did you eat, Deck? Let's have breakfast first." take me.

"So soon, I'm eating this." His mouth is full.

I was shocked when he opened his hand, which in his hand was a grain of rice. Means that in the meal..is rice!!!

"Well, why eat rice, Dek?" i stare at.

"What's wrong, Mom. This delicious Loch, Mas." ate the rest of the rice in his grasp.

"Don't be rich, Dek. The rice does not clean, you have not washed it yet. Eat some rice, yes. Don't just do it ah." I asked.

Haven't looked at her yet, the sound of crying could be heard in my ears. I looked up at my wife's face. Turns out right, he cried about my ban earlier.

"Not crying, baby. Let's eat.." I'll get him some rice. He remained silent as he sobbed, his tears flowing like water dispenser.

Ah.. I was wrong again!!!

"Sorry baby, I just don't want you and our twin tadpoles for nothing. You know what I mean, honey?." Refer to me.

"But it's just rice, Mas. It's okay, it's delicious anyway." he said.

As usual, I never won against him. I'm nodding.

"It's okay, let's have breakfast first. Mas's bad luck." gently wipe his head. He nodded and ate his rice.

I have to ask anyone about this, is it okay to eat rice during pregnancy?.