Turns out I'm the Actor
75. Strange Attitude

"I'm sorry it has to be like this. Nothing should be," Neta grumbled in the bathroom.

While she was in the bathroom, there was the sound of the door opening. Faintly, he also heard the familiar baritone voice in his ears. Instead of directly answering, he allowed the sound to fade on its own.

The annoyance was still so thick mastering it. Neta did not want to be treated with special, while her husband who was so expecting a child, so privileged this happy moment. Kei wanted to have many children.

"Darling, are you inside?" kei asked while knocking on the room door slowly.

"I'm outside!" ketus Neta answered.

Of course the Neta's answer made Kei stare at his smile. He could have answered like that, even though he was in the bathroom. Kei just laughed a little and left the place.

"He's why it's like that, so weird. Did he ramble because of what kind of meatballs Nana's sister reported?" think Kei.

Kei then went down and immediately met the chef in the mansion. Grandma Fuji who was still relaxing by sitting in a wheelchair was amazed when she saw her only grandchild talking seriously with the chef. It was like they were talking about an important project.

"What's Kei doing, why does it seem like your conversation was so important?" Grandma Fuji asked. He finished the relaxation session to ask his grandson. Curiosity led the old woman closer.

"Neta wants to eat meatballs on Nek's side of the road, I forbid. She's pregnant, I don't want her putting any food in her mouth. I'm afraid it will affect our son later. Good food will also support good growth and development, too" Kei replied by explaining about good food intake.

"Yes, you're right. But pregnant women are weird. They want to eat what they want sometimes not because of the taste. But because of who cooks, the location is where. What kind of atmosphere, things that can make them want it too."

"Really?" Kei.

This kind of thing is a new knowledge for Kei. Knowledge that doctors do not share on the consultation table. Kei to not end up thinking why the desire of pregnant women is very bad.

"Yes, keep barring him from doing or eating the food he wants. He will hate you until your child is born" said Grandma Fuji, who frightened her granddaughter.

"Ah, it's impossible just because of the food she's going to hate her husband. That's so overrated. I will forbid it because the food is not guaranteed cleanliness. It's not that I'm stingy or anything" said Kei, defending himself.

"Don't believe Grandma's words? Yes, practice it directly." Grandma Fuji spoke in her ash style and went back to meditating.

"Sshh .. Will it get like that?" his hissing as it passed back into the room.

Kei felt a bit of a sense of uneasiness after listening to what his grandmother had to say. He chose to go back into the room and immediately checked the situation. He didn't want to let what his grandmother said happen.

Sure enough, when he entered the room Neta who was originally facing towards him by lying on the bed suddenly just turned his face away. She turned to her husband and busied herself with her cell phone. Seen once if she was not looking to see her husband's face at this time.

"Darling, do you still want to eat that mamang meatball?" kei asked with the intention that his wife did not behave like that.

"No need! I don't want any more! Just want to eat meatballs a bowl just made ribet. Calculation of the wife. Okay, don't take care of anything else I want to eat. I won't eat anything outside either" Neta said in a snobbed manner.

It's just about food. But it will be another story if the one in this position is a pregnant woman whose level of sensitivity increases sharply. Even small things can get big.

"Dear, it's not like that. I forbid you because I don't want you and our son to eat anything unhealthy. He said you understood" Kei said, trying to get closer and rubbing it gently on his head.

But Neta immediately brushed Kei's hand violently. Faintly heard the sound of sobs accompanied by both shoulders moving up and down. Neta was crying just because of the meatballs of one bowl.

If you look at it at a glance this will look outrageous. Her husband has so much money, but his wife just to eat meatballs one bowl is a problem. But Kei was not a man who easily relaxed his principles, if he thought it was for good then he would stick with his stance. Just as he used to think that maintaining a household was the best thing, so he would continue to maintain it even though Salma often did not do it.

"Darling, you cry? Hey don't cry, it's just meatballs" Kei said as he sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Neta.

However, Neta refused and rolled to the other side of the mattress. "Don't touch me! About meatballs one bowl you calculate this. What else about the others. Never mind, I want to be alone!"

"Darling ...." Kei tried to touch his wife. But Neta pointed her finger and worked to the right and left. That's a prohibition sign.

"Stop! Hitherto. Don't beat me up. I want to be alone" Neta said with tears in her eyes.

Seeing his wife crying Kei became confused. It's true what his grandmother said. In this situation Kei did not give up. He broke the Neta ban and hugged and locked his wife's body. Although the pregnant woman tried to rebel, she was not successful at all.

"Don't get angry like this? I did that, forbidding you to eat it because it is dear to you" Kei said gently.

Neta just sobbed in his arms. The woman continued to cry sadly due to hormonal influences while pregnant. Yes, this kind of thing often happens to pregnant women.

"That's under me I told the chef to make a special meatball for you from Wagyu meat. Want huh?" haggar Kei's.

"I don't want to eat meatballs to the point of birth!" neta with her wet and watery eyes stared at the husband.

Glug. Kei swallowed his saliva slowly. Highlight Neta's eyes as if making her body freeze instantly.

"You, eat it yourself!" Get rid of Neta while pushing the body of the husband when both of Kei's arms loosen.

"God ... He's this weird when he's angry. That's right Grandma said. It's probably about the taste and the place, not the food. Well, I have to figure out a way to keep him from getting angry."