You Are My Sunshine
The Part 114
"Sa, if you're young pregnant like this, is it still safe if I look at my son every day?" asked Wira blakan who was greeted Dara pinching on her muscular stomach.
"Mas!" Dara glared at Wira with pursed lips.
"Why baby?" Wira looked at Dara lovingly while the expression looked more like a raging bull that was ready to lash at his opponent right now.
"I'm consulting on the continuity of our bed needs during your pregnancy baby, because I think this is very important" explained Wira with a sinless face.
Dara was eager to put her face in the bag she was carrying right now, this topic of intimate chatter made her a great embarrassment because her husband was too forthright.
"You're! Using the reason to visit the baby when the original is doyan. Of course it can't be every day!" Raisa hit Wira's shoulder using the map she was holding without ever dodging.
"But to me this is so important Sa, why hit me?" his protest.
"The condition of your wife is very good and there is no problem, so during the first trimester it is actually still okay as long as it is not too often and done carefully. Remember, it can't be every day! Don't be so wild and watch your duration!" exciting Raisa.
The hero nodded and smiled happily, at least although not every day he was still allowed to touch his wife.
"This is the recipe and also the USG photo see you next month." Raisa gives the recipe paper to Wira and smiles sweetly to Dara.
"Thank you Sa. Greetings to your elderly husband and congratulations on continuing your activities that were delayed," said Wira chuckled.
"Based on you, get back home!" throw Raisa out with a smile thinning her lips. He was happy to see his friend happy again.
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On the way home, Dara saw the seller of this mashed rujak on the side of the road, suddenly he wanted to taste the food when the original Dara did not really like the name rujak.
"Please step aside, I want to buy that fruit." Dara patted Wira's driving arm and pointed her index finger to where the street vendor wanted. Wira immediately pulled the car over at Dara's request.
"That one, sold on the sidewalk," said Dara eagerly. He even swallowed his saliva several times because he wanted to immediately devour the food.
"You wait here, let me buy it."
Dara nodded happily and the man immediately approached the seller. After a while Wira returned to the car and Dara greeted her enthusiastically.
"Where is Mas?"
"Preferably do not eat that rujak yes, we look elsewhere. I noticed the fruit did not seem to be washed, even a place to make the dish look shabby. I'm afraid you have a stomachache, baby."
The hero did not buy because he was worried about the health of his wife and child, while Dara immediately bent his face because his request was not obeyed.
"We look elsewhere, baby, don't frown" persuaded Wira when he saw Dara sulking.
"Whatever!" sahut Dara looked up, then turned his face to look out the window.
Wira exhales heavily, then restarts his luxury car looking for restaurants and cafes that sell similar types of rujak. After walking around and stopping by several restaurants and cafes for almost an hour, Wira finally found the type of rujak Dara wanted in a salad restaurant.
He asked to make a portion to take home, while Dara chose to wait in the car and did not want to be invited down, since his wife did not issue a single word because she was still sulking.
"This is his voice, dear," Wira thrust the package containing the rujak she bought into Dara's lap.
"Let's eat, he said it was very cool," he said softly.
"Let's eat at home!" answer's short.
"Well, now we go home." Wira understood, maybe his wife was more sensitive because of the effects of pregnancy.