
Along the way Rais and Ara to Jakarta, Ara looks so indifferent to her husband. Even on the plane, Ara went back to sleep with a snoring sound that made Rais have to apologize to other passengers.
Arriving at Halim Perdana Kusuma, Ara seemed impatient to get to her parents' house. He was like a foe that was pacing back and forth waiting for the arrival of Mr. Mus the personal driver of his family.
Ara seemed to reach into something in her bag. A flattened chamberlain in black. Then his thumb began to press and mengeraui a name.
"Where is Pak Mus? Really long!" Tuka Ara jutek's.
Rais who saw the wife's behavior can only shake his head. He did not expect that Ara's changes were this drastic. Tartly.
"Just so! Don't dawdle. If it's too long, I'll take a taxi." Say back to Ara, then turn off the outgoing call.
"Mi? Why do I have to talk? Ummi is not as usual. Looks like Abi didn't know the old Ummi." Fine Rais.
"How should Abi Ummi be?" Ask Ara jutek. "Eh Bi, buy that ice cream Bi? It's good." He said, looking in his eyes, he caught a special ice cream shop.
"Yes, Ummi wait here, Abi buyin broke." Rais answered and then stepped on the ice cream
"Bi!" Call Ara.
Rais also looked.
"Three yes."
Rais was smitten when his wife said three.
"Serius Ummi want to eat this ice cream three-thirds of it?"
"Who said Ummi would eat."
"Continue?"
"Take it."
"Kok so Abi ate? Ummi, is that what I asked for?" Rais Protest.
"Yenengin heart wife is worship. Let's eat." Say Ara while feeding ice cream into Rais' mouth.
From the gurgle of the wife who is really outside malar. Rais guessed.
"Ummi's pregnant, huh?"
"Kok Abi can say Ummi's pregnant?"
"Ummi is weird. It's really weird, though. Now Abi is told to eat ice cream with three gini."
"Entah Bi. I don't want PHP anymore. The rich. In the test results are nil. Let's eat a lot."
"Udah Mi's. Abi is full."
Ara looked gloomy, her eyes immediately watering when Rais did not want to eat the ice cream.
"Yes-yes, Abi is eating again."
Ara seemed excited when her husband wanted to eat what he told her to.
Thirty minutes they waited for Mr. Mus the driver, finally arriving at where Rais and Ara were waiting.
Grumble? Of course Ara nagged all the way from the airport to the house. Make two men occupants of the car engab made.
Why is Non Ara so jutek that, huh? To Mr. Mus in my heart.
"Assalamuaikum, what's Mama cooking today?" Ara said when she met her mother.
"Waalaikumsalam, not ask the news instead ask for cooking." Said the mother with a smile.
"No idea, Ma. From yesterday Dek Ara wanted Mama's cooking said." Rais.
"Pregnant times, Mas." Said the mama. "You're pregnant, son." Continue the mama while groping Ara's waist.
Ara knitted her eyebrows together, "emh, time anyway, Ma?"
"It looks like it."
"Aamiin's."
After talking for a while, Ara and Rais finally headed into the room to clean up the body.
"Pig! Her clothes don't get put in bed." Ara half-screamed.
"Why? Isn't dirty?" Answer Rais wonder.
Ara suddenly approached Rais who was standing next to the dirty clothes bed in the room.
"here." Ara ketus. "Take a bath there, let this shirt be Ummi's business."
"You want Ummi, what? If you do not like Abi, do not throw away his clothes. Later Abi wash, Abi want to shower first." Rais was a little upset with his wife's behavior.
"Yes, take a shower."
After a few minutes of showering, Rais was seen going out of the bathroom. How surprised the man found the clothes that Ara asked for earlier.
"Ummi is pregnant." Rais smiled.
Yes, the clothes that Rais wore all day, Ara was brought to sleep. Ara seemed to enjoy the smell of clothes that had been mixed with the sweat of the husband.
Rais also approached Ara who was deep in the clothes. Rais wanted to kiss the woman's forehead. However, how surprised Rais, when he was just about to throw his kiss, even had to endure pain due to being hit by Ara.
"Aduh Ummi, sick" Erang Rais while grinning to endure the pain in his nape.
"Sorry." Ara cuek.
"Astagfirullah be patient."
"What does Abi mean?"
"It's okay. Ummi continued to sleep. Abi wants to talk to mom."
Rais immediately came down from the second floor to immediately meet the in-laws. He wanted to ask what are the characteristics of young pregnant people. Because, Rais felt Ara was so mean. In fact, the woman did not want to be bothered in the least by Rais. However, strangely Ara even likes to sniff Rais clothes that smell of sweat.
"Ma? What if pregnancy is characteristic other than a bulging stomach?" Rais asked without embarrassment.
"Yes, your wife can be rich, Mas. Just look at her behavior, let alone eating her picky. More prominent is your wife's waist stiff, not like the waist of people in general."
Rais still seems confused by the explanation of the mother. He was eager to invite Ara to check with the obstetrician. However, Ara said he would not want to be in PHP anymore. For Ara, if it is pregnant let it be. Let the baby go as he pleases.
"Does sniffing a husband's shirt also indicate that he is pregnant, Ma?"
The mother looked wide before she finally laughed. "Seriously she nyiumin your dirty clothes."
"What? How much more is it talking about Ara?" Ara is seen standing on the second floor while carrying Rais's clothes.
"Mi? We're going to the doctor, yuk?"
"Doctor? Ummi is also Dr Bi?"
"It's not an obstetrician, baby."
"Abi go there. Ummi wants to go to bed first."
Mama Ara was seen only shaking her head when the princess answered her husband's invitation.
"Pity his grandpa if you don't check, son."
"Tomorrow. Seriously Ara today wants to sleep, do not want to go anywhere. I don't want to eat anything."
"What the hell is that? It was right on the phone Mama, he said he wanted to be cooked asem vegetables made by Mama. Is your mom cooking?"
"Have Abi eat, Ma. Tell abisin. If not, go to sleep outside." Said Ara as she passed into the room again.
Rais only looks to pat her on the forehead. Then the mother was seen laughing at the fate of the son-in-law.
"Udah follow. Indeed, if people are pregnant young, a lot of want." Said the in-law, making Rais gulp.