My Wife Drabia's
72. Accompany me here

"Can't go to work" whined Drabia hugged Ansel's body which was finished preparing to leave for work.

"If I don't go to work, who takes care of the company, dear?" Ansel rubbed his wife's head with affection. Ever since she found out she was pregnant, Drabia always wanted to stick to her.

"No, accompany me here" said Drabia with glassy eyes.

"You come along, there you can rest" said Ansel.

"No way, here it is" Drabia refused her lips quivering and bent down.

Ansel could not bear to see it, he also admired his wife's body, bringing her towards the sofa.

"Alright, I'll have Ciko deliver the file here" Ansel resigned, succumbing for the sake of his wife and baby.

Drabia leaned his head against Ansel's chest. And Ansel rubbed his head continuously.

Some days his wife was having a bad cravings. Doesn't like to eat every morning and always vomits every waking up. Make it spoiled and want more in the attention and in love dear.

"But I can go later in the day, right?" ask Ansel. Later in the day he has a meeting at the company.

Drabia is silent and floppy.

"The company is yours! dear. What if I stay home?. Who's the fuckin' guts?" persuade Ansel, without stopping rubbing his female hair from behind.

"Hungry but no appetite" whined Drabia, spoiled. Ansel took pity on seeing it, but Ansel couldn't help him.

"Well, there's nothing our kids want?" ansel asked softly, now one hand rubbed Drabia's stomach.

Drabia thought, guess what food he wanted to eat. But Drabia doesn't know.

Ansel kissed his wife's forehead. Five days of no appetite, his body already looked thin.

"Usually you like the food there is asem asemnya" said Ansel, helping his wife think, maybe Drabia can remember her favorite food.

Drabia's saliva was rustling, "Masakin tomyan" he said, mentioning the food that came to his mind.

Ansel also commented on his smile, relieved that there was finally food that his wife wanted.

"Yes, wait here yeah, let me make sure."

"Follow to the kitchen" spoiled Drabia.

Ansel stood up from his seat and lowered Drabia from his carrier, leading him to walk out of the room.

Arriving in the kitchen, Ansel sat Drabia on the dining table chair. Then step towards the refrigerator to pick up the ingredients to make tomyan.

"I help ya sir" bargained the Aunt in the house saw Ansel take out the contents of the refrigerator.

"Yes Bi, please clean the shrimp just as smummy ya Bi" said Ansel. He needed help, so that his wife would not wait too long.

The Aunt nodded, then manganbil squid and shrimp from Ansel's hand, took him to whastapel.Sedang Ansel, he made the spice and cut into other materials.

In less than half an hour, the tomy was done. Ansel moved her into a bowl and took her to the dining table.

"Honey" call Ansel put a bowl of tomyan in front of Drabia.

Drabia immediately ran towards the whastapel, feeling his stomach nausea arrive, smelling the scent of shrimp from inside the bowl.

Finished spewing out his entrails yanv only clear-colored mucus. Drabia cried because she could not bear the pain of vomiting.

"Shhh!" Ansel wiped away his wife's tears, then carried her, brought her back into the room.

"Hungry" cried Drabia, her stomach was hungry, but no food could enter her stomach every morning.

"Dear, tell me what you want to eat. Or do you want us to find food outside?" ansel said he didn't know what to do.

Drabia nodded his head, so if they came out, he could find the food he wanted.

"Yes, come on" Ansel stood up from the edge of the bed he was sitting on earlier, then helped his wife down from the bed.

"Awhile, I changed clothes just as different" said Drabia as Ansel pulled his hand towards the door.

Ansel fell silent and frowned. They were just looking for food, not wanting to go on the road. And also his wife was neat, wearing a home-made robe and hijab, just not wearing powder. Why else would his wife change her clothes?.

"It's finished" said Drabia sumiringah, his face looks happy after finishing changing his clothes with a better dress.

"Yes, come on" Ansel took his wife's hand, took her out of the room.

Arriving at the courtyard of the house, Ansel opens the car door to Drabia and helps her sit down. After closing the door, then Ansel followed in and immediately drove his vehicle out of the yard of the house, driving at low speed.

"Do you know what you don't want to eat yet?" tanya Ansel looked at Drabia from earlier quietly busy paying attention to every food seller.

"Not yet" Drabia replied bending her lips down but her face looked sparkling. It seems his wife was happy to take the road.

Ansel extended one hand to Drabia's stomach, stroking it gently." Beloved Daddy wants to eat what the hell is it?, or Daddy's darling actually wants to play around?" ansel asked smiling.

Seems right, their son wants to turn around. Seen from the face of his wife who sparkled happy since from home.

Drabia looked at Ansel's face with narrowed eyes and lips bent down. Caught up, the baby wants to walk.

"Yes, but Dad's beloved eats yes" Ansel persuaded in a soft voice and persuaded.

When the child, his wife did not feel at home. So often play run away to his house, even though he had to walk far enough. Maybe the baby's adek just like his mother, likes walking and crawling. Nothing, while still in the womb, if it is born and large, Ansel will not breed it.

Drabia nods her head, "but doesn't like to eat yet" he said.

In the morning, he could not eat as long as he had cravings. Soon, when the morning begins to turn.

Ansel followed his wife's wishes. The important thing is that the pregnant woman is spoiled, her heart is happy to be happy. Work problems, it looks like Ansel must ask for help from his beloved father-in-law to help him meminpin the company again.

"Where do you want to go to muter again?" ansel asked, they had been on the trip for over an hour, but it seemed that the pregnant woman still did not want to stop.

Drabia seems to think, kenama think the direction he wants to go?.

"To Lea's house yuk, but we buy food first" Drabia replied after thinking for a second.

"What's makana ?" Ansel reviewed his smile on Drabia, as one hand raised gently rubbed his head.

"Fried banana"

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