Waiting for a Girl
53 ~An Awaiting A Girl~
Fisha did not want to be separated from the body of Kainal, wherever the man went, Fisha would be put to bed there.
Cainal did not question it, for he did not want his wife to be far from him. Not constantly talking about wanting to work.
Bumil who did not want to come to the office, now wants to. In fact, also Kainal meeting he joined. Fortunately the Kainal clan understood, he thought that this was the craving of the pregnant woman, but this was his own pregnant will.
"Honey to do it" whispered Fisha to her husband, as she saw the pineapple on the crossbar.
"Can't, baby. You're pregnant again" Kainal smiled back at the clan.
Fisha pouted while playing Kainal's fingers. "Yaudah, I want to go home" asked Fisha.
Kainal, who was busy talking about work, took a quick glance.
"So soon, baby, are you tired?" ask Kainal. "Sandar is here." Kainal patted his shoulder.
Fisha repeatedly sighed, tired of waiting for her husband who was unceasingly chatting to his business partner.
About four hours, finally they decided to end the conversation, the clans had started to leave, Kainal turned to the side seeing his wife already sleeping on his shoulder.
"It's funny that my wife, rich in booty, goes with her father everywhere" muttered Kainal, fixing his wife's body and carrying her out of the cafe.
Slowly he put her in the passenger seat.
Kainal kissed briefly the forehead of his wife who was covered in a veil.
He was silent for a moment and drove his car into the apartment.
Arriving at the apartment slowly Kainal put his wife to bed.
He took off his suit and shirt, and entered the bathroom to clean himself up.
After taking a shower, he opened his laptop while tilting his alkaline hair, a body still covered in water.
Kainal glanced at the bed, his wife's sleep could not be as before who freely turned around, now he was two-bodied making it difficult to move.
The abi candidate stood up and took a pillow for pregnant women. He kept it under his wife's body.
After feeling that Fisha was comfortable, Kainal put on her clothes and decided to go to the kitchen. Lately, Kainal forbade Fisha to hold kitchen utensils and materials, to wash clothes. It was Kainal who would do it, more, but Fisha felt lucky too.
At this time the man was frying the meat, because he felt that the meat was not yet the time behind, Kainal chose to play the game.
"Yourself...." Kainal coughed, he turned his head and rounded, seeing that the meat he fried had gone bad.
"Woi, my meat is charred," cried Kainal watering the pan with water.
"What's that stuff?" tanya Fisha made Kainal look over.
Kainal is grinning, like being caught eating sugar has his mother. "A-nu."
Not yet able to answer, Fisha approached him and saw the skillet was burnt.
"FABRIC!" fisha shouted loudly, so that Kainal was aghast in shock, he even jumped so surprised to hear the cry of his wife.
"This is how if ngeyel wants to cook, fortunately this kitchen is not burned, his intention is to cook, but his brain in the game," said Fisha glanced at her husband's phone on the table.
"I'm sorry" said Kainal slowly, looking down.
"brush clean, black-black should be white!"
"Well, it can't be white, baby" said Kainal.
"Who said? If it can't be white, it's on putuhin" said Fisha. "In an hour, it's not clean. You've been on score a month."
Kainal. He rushed to take the pan to the sink and brushed it firmly.
"Let's be clean," muttered Kainal brushing the pan.
An hour later, Fisha came back to her husband.
"Udah finished?" ask Fisha so Kainal looks over.
"Udah" answered Kainal, giving him a clean pan.
"Why?" tanya Kainal with her innocent face made Fisha gemass.
"Your face, dear, looks like an opet," Fisha replied laughing and walking to her apartment door, as the bell rang. Maybe the order has come.
Kainal hurriedly cleaned her face in the sink.
"Darling, hurry. I'm hungry" cried Fisha making Kainal run.
Brak!
"Arkkk," cried Kainal making Fisha run towards him.
"Darling! the pot was broken, "fisha pityed the flower pot she placed on the border between the depur and the living room. Become decorator.
"Hanny, my sore forehead is tucked into your flower pot," said Kainal.
Fisha who had been squatting noticed her shattered flower pot. Then look.
The bumil patted his eel. "Astaghfirulllah," said Fisha standing and holding her husband's forehead with wounds. Even a little bloody.
She demanded her husband to the living room sofa. Then ran to get the p3k box.
"Aw," ringis Kainal hugged Phisha's waist tightly.
"Don't be too tight" recalls Fisha. "Maybe look around."
Finished treating, they finally ate, having gone through so much drama, kepetok drama, meat charred and skillet pan.
"Who?"kainal asked, Fisha hugged Kainal.
"We pray adzar first, yok," asked Kainal, they went to the room to perform adzar prayers.
"Kainal, let's go for a walk. Wanna?" ask Fisha.
"Where do you want to go for a walk?" tanya Kainal tied his wife's veil.
"Outside the apartment, afternoon sports," Fisha replied. Kainal lifted his wife out of bed.
"So I saw outside there's a somay seller, so we'll go there. All sports."
"Yaudah, let's get lessgo." Kainal grabs Fisha's hand and walks out of the apartment.
"Darling, you saw that. In the apartment next to us, the guy is weird" Fisha looked up.
"Any? Why strange?" ask Kainal.
"It's weird" Fisha replied. "So early this morning when you took a shower. There was a bell ringing, and when I opened it, no one, but I saw it box, but I was afraid to take it so I just left it outside, after we went to the box office it was gone. Weird right?"
Kainal glanced at his wife and then looked ahead. "Maybe a prankster, dear," said Kainal smiling. Though at this time of concern, he will return to talk with Xaviel.
Fisha let go of Kainal's hand and ran first to the somay seller.
"Darling, careful," Kainal's perspiration came running to catch his wife's body.
"Hahaha, don't you panic, panic?" asked Fisha laughing out loud. Kainal just rolled his eyes.
"Don't be rich anymore, not funny" Kainal said.
"Kan Fisha is not a comedian" said Fisha.
"You know if he said, how was it if suddenly there was a rider who carried it fast?
"This is the roadside" replied Fisha.
"Don't fight anymore, just shut up! Repeat, I'm the law!" firmly Kainal with a pressing voice. "Just be careful."
"Yes, husband sir," Fisha said respectfully. Kainal, who was upset, saw his wife.
"Yes, I can't be angry with you" said Kainal.
Fisha smiled and started ordering the somay she wanted.