MySam
Pasta by Sam

At three o'clock in the morning, Maya wakes up hungry. Suddenly he wanted to eat a paste that had to be cooked directly by Sam, with a sprinkling of cheese on it. Imagining that alone made Maya swallow her saliva, she really wanted it.

Maya turned to her side, looking at Samuel who was still sleeping soundly by hugging her. Maya's tiny lips curled downward, not the heart if she had to wake her husband just to fulfill his wish.

Wonder for yourself, should she wake her husband just to make food for him and the baby or should she make her own pasta? or just hold back his will? But Maya does not want if later the baby will always salivate, given the myth if pregnant women are not fulfilled one of her desires results in the baby who likes to drool. No. nope.... Maya shook her head trying to get rid of her worst thoughts.

But even if Maya wakes up Samuel, will she be a wicked wife? Because it has disrupted her husband's sleep just to fulfill his craving at this time?

It's like simalakama fruit, On the one hand Maya is very hungry and wants a paste made by Samuel but on the other hand Maya does not have the heart if she has to wake her husband's sleep.

A few minutes busy thinking, Maya finally decided to cook alone. After all, it will certainly not be a problem for Sam if these nights he will again make a mess of the contents of the kitchen. And again, of course, the aunt woke up at this hour, considering the custom of the aunt who always prayed in one third of the night.

Slowly and very carefully, Maya removed Samuel's arm from her waist and got up. A little fix Samuel's blanket and start stepping out of the room.

But just a few steps away, Samuel's heavy voice interrupts him.

"Where are you going, baby?"

Maya, who was surprised, turned her body back, looking at Samuel who was now sitting on the edge of the bed while looking at her as well.

"Hhmm. I want to cook."

Next to Sam's eyebrows raised in wonder. "It's still night, baby."

"I want pasta, Sam."

Samuel rubbed his face to get rid of the drowsiness and pulled out the blanket and approached Maya.

"Never again?" sam and Maya asked softly in response.

"Actually the hell... I crave you who make the paste," Maya's grin is funny.

Sam pulls up Maya's body and sits her on a large sofa located in the corner of the room, right in front of a large-screen plasma TV.

"Wait here, I wash my face first" Sam said as he walked towards the bathroom.

A few minutes Sam was back with a fresher face, although drowsiness still afflicted him. But he tried to hold it for Maya.

Sam then held Maya's hand and held her down. Very carefully, Sam clasped Maya's hand tightly as he went down the many circular steps.

"Our room is moving downstairs, baby?" samuel asked in his footsteps.

"Why?"

"It's very vulnerable if you have to go up and down the stairs."

"I'm not papa, husband, after all it's good all sports."

Sam shook his head softly, "Just like our room starts moving downstairs tomorrow. Let me tell Pur tomorrow to clean up" said Samuel firmly.

"It's up to you" Maya replied with a slight flick of her shoulder.

"I help you?" asked Maya as soon as the two arrived at the spacious kitchen with all the complete furniture.

"No need, you just sit there," said Samuel who showed a wooden chair with a padded pillow that was behind a long table made of marble. The table that plays a very multifunctional role, usually at the table Maya and Sam always enjoy a snack or tea and warm coffee in the afternoon.

"But I want to help you...."

"No baby...! Think of it and be the sweet girl for tonight." Sam shook his head and gently kissed Maya's head so that she would be quiet.

Sam took some ingredients out of the refrigerator, actually cooking was not his specialty, but for Maya anything he would do to fulfill his wife's wishes.

"Can you, husband?"

"Don't protest if the results aren't good, huh" Samuel's smile was funny.

"Hhmm... the spirit of cooking husband.. caio.." said Maya with sparkling eyes, her hands clenched parallel to the chest to encourage Samuel in making a paste that is actually very easy. Maybe more precisely almost the same as making instant fried noodles with ready-to-eat instant spices that only stay warmed.

Sam started putting pieces of cow sausage and pasta into a pot that was already filled with boiling water, stirring it up, and then, after that, he poured herbs and sauces into a teflon skillet that already contained a little sesame oil.

As soon as the pasta and sausage ripened Sam drained it and put it in a teflon skillet containing the spices he mixed earlier. He sauteed for a while, after a minute Sam put the paste into a wide ceramic plate.

"Udah so? Hhmm.. scented very much." Maya's eyeballs again sparkled to see a paste complete with her favorite cow sausage and also many boiled broccoli toppings that also became Maya's favorite vegetable. Don't forget the grated cheese on it.

"Eat, I reduced the sauce."

"Well, I want it to go bad, Sam." Cone Maya cute.

"Darling, you can't eat a spicy first. Kasian is our hero if pesepesan later," said Sam while feeding a mouthful of pasta to Maya's mouth.

"Nake?" samuel asked when he saw Maya so enjoyed the pasta feed of his work.

"Hhmm... yummy, but not bad," Mayan manyun is funny, but soon the girl looks so greedy to spend a plate full of pasta with a sprinkling of cheese made by Sam.

....

Maya approaches Samuel who just came out of the bathroom. During Sam's cooking, the man kept going back and forth to the bathroom. The aroma of pasta and also the sausage he cooked made Sam feel nauseous and wanted to vomit. Samuel painstakingly endured the nausea that could be said to be very bothering him.

And until Maya spends her passover, Sam still goes back and forth to the bathroom to spit out all of her entrails. The effects of Maya pregnancy are very impactful to Samuel, although troublesome but Sam never complained, even if asked to choose, Sam prefers himself who experience nausea and vomiting like this is not Maya origin. Can not imagine if this happened to Maya, surely Sam will be more panicked made.

"I made anget tea huh, let's have more fun?"

Sam shook his head, "I don't papa."

"Or am I balurin eucalyptus oil? let her stomach eat?"

Sam shook his head slowly and smiled at Maya.

"Don't baby, I'm fine." This time Sam approached Maya and placed the girl's body into her lap.

"I'm sorry, husband, you're such a hassle." Maya has funny lips.

"Father, May, after all, it's my job as your husband."

"I'm so hard on you, I'm pregnant even you are nauseous" said Maya who still feels guilty. Samuel's smile returned to the man's response.

"Dear no," said Sam.

"I'm grateful that you're not the one who ngalamin. I definitely won't be able to see you vomiting like I did, after all I'm cooking for you guys."

"Kok you guys anyway?" Maya pulled a few eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes, it's for you and our baby."

"Oh yeah, heeee I forgot," Maya said.

"Hhmm... How can you forget? Watch out later you act careless again, you have to be careful huh. Remember baby, there's our baby in your belly." Samuel whispered softly as he wrapped his arms around Maya's stomach.

"Each boss.....!" maya answered, she stuck the tip of her nose into Sam's nose and then swiped slowly on both ends of their nose.

"Thank you, husband.... I love you."

Sam smiles and lands a kiss on Maya's forehead, "I love you more, My Love."

to be continue....