Suddenly Husband Wife
Monthly shopping

Sraya

I told Amel to learn to live alone, deliberately I spoke like that because I had seen Amel's gelagat who wanted to come with me and Akram mas.

I don't want my shopping show to be tinged with Amel's dramas. It was enough with broken picture frames and high heels tragedy at dinner in Caffe at that time.

I have to give a gift to Brother Hendi who has opened my eyes wide because it has shown who is the little girl who is hitching a ride in the apartment unit mas Akram.

Mas Akram pushed Sagara's stroller into the parking area and I held his hand. Two months after we got married, the feeling of affection began to grow every day.

We arrived at the parking area for apartment residents, I immediately carried Sagara after I opened the car door for me. Then he folded Sagara's stroller and put it in the trunk.

"This handsome father's son wants to go for a walk, Sagara want to buy what later in the mall?" ask Akram on our foster child while pairing the seatbelt.

"Saga wants to buy milk, pampers, telon oil, same powder, Dad," I replied in our baby's place.

"Hahaha, if his mother wants to buy what to the mall?" now mas Akram asks me what I want to buy later.

"Hm ... Saga's mother wants to buy groceries, cakes, house needs. What else, son. Like we were given a magic card from grandfather Kim," I answered Akram's questions while thinking.

Mas Akram smiled and rubbed my hair gently, he stopped his car because of the red light. That opportunity I used to take out my debit card and give it to me.

"If for monthly shopping you can make this card, Dik. Inside there is a balance for you to use for daily shopping. The card from the grandfather is specifically you spend for your personal needs because it is a gift. While the need for the house is the responsibility of Mas."

I looked at Akram with a haru feeling, then Akram replied with a smile and kissed the back of my right hand while running his car back.

"Mas will transfer to the card every month for you to shop for kitchen needs and Sagara needs, for your pocket money. Transfer to your personal account."

"Makasi a lot, Mas," I moved my body and kissed Akram's wry cheeks, making a red hue on my husband's face.

We arrived at a large mall in the city of Jakarta, mas Akram again opened the door, this time deliberately we did not use a stroller. Mas Akram himself holds Sagara. We then went in to shop.

The first place I went to was a floor that specialized in selling a variety of kitchen needs, food, vegetables, and fruit.

I chose some of the necessary ingredients in full and also the needs of Sagara.

Now that we took turns, I carried Sagara and mas Akram pushed the shopping cart. After paying at the cashier we proceeded to the baby shop selling cute clothes.

I picked up a few pieces of clothes for our baby, Sagara. That handsome boy is gaining more and more weight every day. Maybe because the formula we provide is suitable and the price is expensive.

"Mas, these are girls' clothes. Sagara's clothes are on the shelf over there," I pointed to the hallway that provided the baby boy's clothes.

"Look, this dress is adorable, pink. Identical baby girl," replied Mas Akram while showing a one-year-old baby girl's clothes decorated with lace and ribbon.

"Yes, Mas. Funny clothes, but our boy's a boy." I stroked Akram's stocky arm and laughed.

"Yes who knows if later his sister Sagara female," mas akram's goda.

My face must now be flushed red with a shy blush, giving a little sister to Sagara? Am I ready? Even so far I and Akram only limited to hugs and kisses.

"Hahaha .. You are so excited, Dik. If you are embarrassed again gini. Take it easy Mas ga maksa you really, Mas was joking."

Now that I feel guilty about Akram mas, which man can patiently endure his inner needs when he already has a legitimate wife?

"Ah, don't think about it. When you're ready, Mom. Will give twin sister to Sagara."

Twin boys? Mas Akram just said he wanted to give Sagara a little sister, but now?

I daydreamed for a while to imagine having my own child from Akram. It will certainly be crowded our house later, until mas Akram gently rubbed my hair to make me realize.

"Hayo daydreaming what?" he asked while smiling at me.

"No, Mas. Hehehe .. yuk we pay for the clothes I have chosen." I took my handsome husband to the cashier and paid for all our groceries.

It's three o'clock, it doesn't feel like I'm walking very fast at all. I took Akram mas to come home but he took me to a boutique selling women's clothing.

"Before seeing that shirt, it's so beautiful and fitting for you." Mas Akram immediately picked up the clothes he meant and started matching on my body, I just fell silent.

"What I'm saying is, this dress is perfect for you."

Mas Akram immediately told the shopkeeper to wrap his choice of dress and a few pieces of a simple blouse, he had my dressing taste. I am so happy to have the attention of my husband.

"Mas, macasi. I'm really cool, but my clothes are still a lot at home and still worth wearing."

"Do you have to wait for your clothes to be torn to buy a new one? Relax your husband is very able to buy a few pieces of this shirt, if you are more beautiful. It's also the same."

Ah base of the dreadlocks.

When you get out of the boutique, the call goes to Akram's mobile phone. He stopped his steps pushing our grocery trolley.

"Assynolajet. Yes, Mel?"

Again Amel, is the girl unable to stay alone within three hours? Like a test of guts. I was a little upset.

"Why, Mel?" reworked by Akram.

"Mas, can you go home now? Body amel rash red, like amel got allergic because of eating shrimp."

That's what I heard after I put my face together to hear what Amel said, I popped my lips without Akram tau. What are your plans this time?

Soon we drove the car to go home, but unfortunately for entering the office hours. The road is pretty jammed.

"Shrimp allergy mel, Mas?" my many.

"I don't know, Brother. He said so" answered Akram.

"If you know shrimp allergy why didn't Amel say? So I can make sure he's the other one."

"It's not your fault, we pray that Amel won't do anything."

We arrived at the apartment at five o'clock, all the groceries we accidentally left in the car. I hit the bell apartment and Amel opened it.

I saw some red rashes on Amel's neck, hands, and cheeks. But the red color in Amel's skin is more precise like a scratch mark that is strong enough.