Nackal Duda
What a Weird Cravings

Dance then got up from her bed and started to open our wardrobe. He searched for something and finally pulled a large negligee. Raising the negligee high, he smiled widely. "Let's wear this!"

Turns out Dance was serious about her words. So I have to wear this negligee? Gotta? Can't I change it with a shirt? Pajama cake! Pajamas, not lingerie! Die me if told to wear lingerie too!

"That's a negligent who?" Dance approached me with her smiling face and her eyes twinkling with pleasure.

"Same as Mama. Inget was not the time that the delivery of the package that Abi opened in front of it. Inside the snack package it turns out that there is a negligee underneath. Pas Tari see, wah still great! This negligee can only be used if the third trimester. If it is now, too nervous. Pas really, just now suddenly really want to see Abi using a negligee. I think it's funny to see Abi whose face is gentle and macho wearing a negligee must be really cool."

I shook my head to hear the words Dance just now. "You are-there is. Since when are men wearing negligee funny and cool? Weird know!"

Suddenly the smile on Dari's face disappeared, changing with sadness and tears that began to bathe her eyes. It was a quick change in mood. She's back again like the most sensitive pregnant woman dance in the universe.

"Indeed why the hell? Earlier, Abi said that Abi would grant Tari's request. Butwhat? Abi even said that the guy wearing the negligee was not cool. It's cool and pretty to know!" dance said sadly and tears began to trickle down from her eyes.

O Allah. My trials come again....

A little protest, immediately mewek.

Followed, but it doesn't make sense?

Why do people say handsome when wearing a negligee? No one is good at making negligee! If you wear a shirt, suit and jacket maybe yes, but if you wear a negligee?

If the children knew I was dead! Former widower nackal told to wear a negligee with his wife? Oh Allah, my trials are not over... Agas Patient Gas... Oh Allah... Strengthen and strengthen the heart of the servant....

"Yes. yeah, I wear. But, we pray first yes!" adzan isya who reverberated to save me even if only briefly.

We went back to performing congregational prayers, while I prayed in my prostration so that Tari forgot her intention of telling me to wear a negligee. Who knows, he forgot that.

God did not grant the prayer that I said, apparently Dance remembered and even forced me to immediately use the Daster that He had given. With a heavy heart, I removed the skullcap, cocoa clothes and sarong cloth that I wore and replaced it with a negligee.

With a face bent from embarrassment and resentment, I showed Tari how I looked this time. "Where? That's weird, huh?"

Dance's eyes sparkled again with a wide smile engraved on her face. "Yes Allah Abi.... So handsome! Geez... why can Abi be so handsome like that anyway?" it turns out that Dance is really amazed to see me wearing a negligee!

There is no feminine side in me at all. Muscled hands, high body posture and flat stomach. Not to mention the legs that can not be tight like a girl when wearing a negligee. Do not forget the typical men's feet. Nothing good at all when wearing a negligee! Eh this is even called handsome!

I think Dance's eyes are a bit strange since she was pregnant. Should I take him to the doctor? If he's kayak gini again, I think he should check all his physical condition.

"Well, how come it's diem? Dong smile?! I don't think Abi likes being told to wear a negligee!" keluh Dance.

"Yes dear." I put on my smile by force.

Obviously so! no normal man would smile happily when told to wear a negligee by his wife. Self-esteem ruined Boss! This is not a celebration of the 17th race, this is a request from Her Majesty the Queen. Fortunately he didn't ask me to go out wearing a kayak gini. Getting trampled on is already my pride.

"That's dong! New Abi cool! Dance likes it. Uh there's less, Bi!"

My feelings get worse when Tari says there's less. What's nih? Maybe additional punishment again?

Dance out of the room and soon return with a teddy bear that I originally bought for playground decoration in the cafe but not so used because it only makes children cry and scramble. Dance's face beamed with a smile that always adorned her face.

"Try hugging this doll!"

I scrunched my forehead. "Doll hug? What if I hug you?"

Dance was singing her lips. "Doll hug! Abi wants to keep hugging Tari!"

How to be a manyun again? If you do not obey will cry bombay again. Okay Gas, give up better.

"I want to hug the doll. Here!" Dance handed her doll to me. I took it and embraced it. "Just hugging a doll is so easy!" I put on a half-forced smile, just so that Tari is happy.

The next request, not yet finished, turns out to be my suffering! The smile on my face disappeared in an instant.

"That's beginning to lose her smile!" nagel Dance.

"No really! This smile I inflate perfectly like yeast! Cheeeeeeeeeee!" I smiled broadly and showed off my row of white teeth.

"good. Now Abi is holding a nina bobo singing doll!"

Huh huh?

Nina Bobo's?

Kind of crazy people who like to be on the road, wear a negligee and hold a doll while singing nina bobo!

"Well, how is it even? Come on, lakin's spit! I really want to see Abi like that!" said Tari with eyes that returned glazed.

"Mh... You told me to look like this because... You're cravings, right? Not because I'm involved?"

His lips were washed back. "Ngapain is also Abi's dance? Better dance to do the housework! Dance tuh from earlier really want to see Abi wear a negligee while holding a doll and singing a song nina bobo! Is it difficult to ask for dance? Sorry if Tari nyusahin Abi continues!"

Sensitive mode is back again. This is my son's birth dance, right? Worth the ngeselin! Huft....

"No, my dear. You never did not know Abi. You sit on the bed and listen to Abi sing!"

Mood Dance is back. He complied and sat on the bed.

Ahem... I cleared my throat to set my voice. Dance waits patiently for a strange and crazy performance from Former Duda Nackal... Ah... I lost all the charm I had....

While shaking my body, I sang again the request of Dance.

🎶 Nina bobo... Oh nina bobo

Otherwise bobo gets bitten by a kebo...🎶

"Pig! The real!" nagel Dance.

I held my laughter. Very sad, Madam. A little wrong with nagging!

"Splash!"

"Yes... Yeah...."

🎶 Nina bobo.... Oh Nina bobo's...

Otherwise bobo gets bitten by a mosquito...🎶

Dance seemed to enjoy watching me get bullied. Her smile continued to be etched on her beautiful face.

Dance to the rhythm of the song I sing. His head swayed left and right.

Hm... Do you enjoy a husband like Gini?

Look at it tonight, I'll do your job all night!

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