My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 51

"Ma, Icha can bob here, right? Icha kangen," the little girl refused to move at all.

Nahla nodded, of course the woman allowed.

"Icha can't disturb mama, pity to rest." Mr. Hanan warned.

"No, I'm just accompanying my mom" said the girl was right.

Nahla herself just sleeps in the room, without doing any other activities. Everything was done by someone else, and Nahla took care of it.

"Where are you going, Dek?" tanya Hanan looked at the movements of his wife. The man was busy in front of a laptop working from home.

"The boss in the room kept Mas, wanting to go down. I want to eat Mas's pickles," the woman's ink is saturated as well. Get off the bed.

"Owh .. Let me ask you for a make-up symbol. You have to bedrest," he said. Not allowing his wife to go up and down stairs which would make her move a lot.

Nahla who almost got up and sat back down.

"I'm not pa-pa Mas, I'm just pregnant not seriously ill" Nahla protested.

"Good down the stairs is tired baby, want to pickle right? Let the symbok make."

"Why don't you."

"Me?" point Hanan at yourself.

"Yes, you. It contains young mango with pineapple yes, continue not to forget the same salt sugar love bon chilli level 15," said the woman imagine that she had made her saliva fruitful.

"I? Yes can ... You want me to do it?"

"Yes, I want to see how it works too. I want to go down Mas, males in the room," the whine of the woman made Hanan who was really worried about saying yes.

"OK on can. Comeondown!" hanan guided him.

Both went down to the kitchen. Since there were no pickled ingredients in the refrigerator, the man had to buy the ingredients first.

"Mbok, please buy the same pickled material. I want to make a wish Mama Nahla."

"Every sir," replied symbok assent.

Nahla herself waits at home while turning on the TV in the living room. Hanan brought his laptop down. Plus work watching his wife.

"Check why so long yes," murmured Nahla a little impatiently. Imagining that fresh pickle, it must have tasted really good.

After a few hours, the motorbike entered the yard. The woman confronted him at the door.

"Can Mbok? Pineapple honey equal mango ranum half-cooked."

"The pineapple can Buk, but the mango is not half-baked. Punten, how's Buk?"

"Duh .. no yes. I'll tell Nas Hanan to let him nyariin."

"Mas!" call Nahla over.

"Yes, I'll finish this first, nanggung," he said without looking.

"Come on! Mas makein," he stood up. Close the laptop first.

"No one's proud to die, ask for help findin can not?"

"There is nothing on the market? Rujak's place?"

"No sir, it's over" said the symbol facing his employer.

"Duh ..Where to go? Is there a mall?" Suddenly the man was a little confused.

"Where do I know, go there!" nahla doesn't want to know. Suddenly really cool to make your own.

"Yes Dek, yes. Patience huh?" said the man took his phone.

The man also started surfing social media. Looking for young mango in some online stores, and it turns out the results are quite satisfactory. Many are selling as well. Just order and wait for the courier to come.

"Mas, why relax, isn't there?"

"There you are, calm down. I asked for the lightning package to be paid on the spot. Calm down Deck," he said with a smile. Though in the heart began to fidget, fearing the arrival of the old and his wife was lulled.

Nahla was still waiting for him patiently, while Hanan was busy by herself.

"Pa, what's on here? Why do you sleep on the sofa. Doesn't it hurt anymore?" Icha come down.

"Icha awake? Uh .. yes, mama overslept waiting for papa to work," he clearly lied. The man was a kepedean once, who was waiting for the order never came.

"Icha have not eaten yet? Ask for help is the same symbol for takein Nak," said Papa Hanan busy himself.

"Yet, yes Pa, even though he wanted to eat with his mother," he said pouting.

"Later yes, pity mama bobok, accompanied by papa first want? But wait, papa grab a blanket for mama."

The man enveloped his wife and made sure her sleep was comfortable. Just went to accompany Icha eat. After a while, Nahla woke up and felt hungry.

"Pa! My mom is awake!" exclaim Icha report.

"Icha, mama overslept," he said.

"Dec, are you awake? Soon her order was again otw. Soon we arrive," he said in confusion. Afraid his wife is flirting.

"You don't like it, Mas, you know it's not in the mood," Nahla's nagging moved on. His stomach was hungry to choose to eat.

"Mbok, please masakin squid pedes yes mbok, again want to eat it," pinta Nahla ignored Hanan who suddenly pouted his wife. I don't know what sin, which is clearly the stone asinan has not been realized.