The womb 1 billion
Eps 62 Tasteless

It has been two weeks since Naomi's departure, and so far Ilham has not heard the news that Naomi is having an affair, not because Ilham's spies in Paris are not following the orders of Inspiration, but instead they only reported Naomi's positive activities, there were no irregularities they found there, until finally, Ilham began to be careless, it seems that his first wife was really not cheating, he said, Inspiration to feel guilty himself, has accused the non-nothing of his wife.

At that time, Ilham began to stop his men in Paris from spying on Naomi, after receiving a lump of money that was not playful in numbers, ilham's men had stopped watching his first wife, Ilham did like to appreciate the performance of someone by giving a lot of money.

Meanwhile, Ilham and Monita's relationship improves, Naomi's departure makes them have a chance to both, they are free to do anything as long as there is no Naomi, although there is guilt that seeps into the heart of the two people, yet somehow they can not be far away for a second, as if love has blinded everything.

It just so happens that today is Sunday, so Ilham does not go to the office, and that means that this full day Illam will be with Monita.

Ilham and Monita were sitting in a chair in the back garden, enjoying a cup of tea.

“Mas.” Call Monita to glance at Ilham who is sipping her tea.

“Ya darling.”

“I want to eat fried rice.”

“Alright, I'll buy ya.”

“No Mas, I want to eat fried rice made by Mas Ilham.”

“Hah?!” Pekik Ilham, how not, Ilham never cooked, he was confused when Monita wanted to eat fried rice made.

“Buy it ya darling.” Please Inspiration with a clear face.

“Loh, why?”

“I don't know cooking.” Say Ilham cengengesan while rubbing his nape.

Monita sighed deeply and stood up from her seat.

“Come!” Take Monita and extend her hand to Ilham.

“Where is dear?”

“Ke kitchen, I'll teach you how, but Mas who cook.”

“Good.” Inspiration grabbed Monita's hand and moved from her seat.

As soon as he reached the kitchen, Monita began to direct Inspiration.

“Take chili, onion and garlic, peel, wash and then slice thinly.”

Inspiration did as Monita told.

After the cabins have been smoothed, Ilham turned to fraying, the onion that Ilham sliced is not equal, once Monita told Ilham to slice it thinly, Ilham sliced it thin even too thin, even too thin, as soon as Monita told her to slice thickly, she thickened her slices even too thick, Monita got anxious to see it herself, until finally Monita took over the spices by doing it herself.

After Monita takes over the seasonings to mash them up, Monita tells Ilham to fry the eggs.

Ilham took two eggs and started frying them, Monita who was too focused on slicing onions was no longer able to keep an eye on Ilham again, once finished with the spices, Monita turned to look at Ilham who was frying eggs, and then she was able to keep her eyes on him again, but how shocked Monita, fried eggs Ilham scorched.

“Mas!” Strangled Monita then without permission to directly turn off the stove.

“Gosong babe.” Speak Inspiration with a look of guilt.

“Why can gosong the Mas? You can't fry eggs either?”

Inspiration also nodded, smiling wily.

“But baby, he said you want to eat fried rice made by me.”

“That was, but now no longer, you do not know anything about the kitchen, even fried eggs until the scorch like this.” Umpat Monita was a bit upset with her husband.

Inspiration also understand it, the mood of pregnant women does like to go up and down like that.

Monita started mixing the rice and spices in a skillet, she skillfully started stirring the fried rice using a spatula.

But as soon as he was about to mix the spices, Monita's stomach was stirred, she began to feel nauseous, and rushed to the toilet near the kitchen.

“Honey? You why? Nausea again?” Tanya Ilham started to panic.

“I want to go to the toilet, please Mas continue first ya.” Monita said as she ran away leaving Ilham alone in the kitchen.

“But darling.” Ilham wanted to catch up with Monita, but he saw the fried rice in the frying pan had not been lifted as well, because learning from experience did not want the food to be burnt, Inspiration turned off the stove and moved the fried rice onto the plate.

Inspiration eagerly began to serve fried rice on the dining table, not forgetting he decorated the fried rice with round sliced tomatoes, and vegetable lettuce, he said, even though he is not the one who cooks it until it is finished, at least Inspiration will serve it.

“It looks good.” Say Ilham with face sumringah, “even if the eggs are burnt.” Say Ilham again who switched to staring sadly towards the egg on the other plate.

Before long Monita came out of the toilet, the nausea she felt had gradually disappeared.

As soon as he saw the fried rice was presented on the table with decorations on it, Monita's face beamed.

“Dia know decorate food also turned out.” Inner Monita.

“You served it Mas?”

“Yes, you've not vomited anymore?” Tanya Ilham approached Monita and rubbed her shoulders.

“No Mas, now I want to eat your homemade fried rice.”

“You made a dear.”

“Iya, but Mas who finished his cooking is.” Said Monita sitting herself in a chair that has been drawn Inspiration.

Inspiration also sat himself beside Monita.

As soon as Monita spooned the fried rice from the plate into her mouth and started chewing the fried rice, Monita frowned, seeing Monita Ilham's expression began to ask.

“Why dear? How's it feel? Is it good?” Tanya Ilham looked at Monita's face.

“Very good Mas, so delicious until the salt does not taste.”

“Hah?! Try here I sample.” Inspiration grabbed the spoon in Monita's hand and tasted it.

In the next instant, Ilham looked at Monita with a look of guilt, the fried rice turned out to be bland, Ilham had no cooking experience at all, but because of that bumil's request, Ilham could not refuse it, he said, but if asked to choose, it is better to be hunted for rare fruit, than to be told to cook.

“No salt flavor at all.”

“Iya indeed, but it's okay I will appreciate Mas's effort, I will still eat it.” Monita began to feed a spoonful of fried rice to her mouth, but Ilham hurriedly prevented it.

“Do not, it is okay if my efforts are not appreciated, as long as you do not eat this bland food, later if our children do not like how? She could be vomiting inside.”

Hearing the revelation of the Inspiration makes Monita wonder not kepalang, how could a CEO who is notoriously smart is not know at all about pregnancy, really silly, where there is a fetus in the womb vomiting, vomiting, what kind of thinking is that.