
(2 months later)
A seduful voice woke Windu, he was shocked by the long-sighted cry heard.
He turned his head and found Dara a bit behind his back.
Windu's drowsiness soon disappeared, he immediately got up and hugged Dara who was sitting while crying.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Windu asked worriedly.
"You're having a nightmare or..or are you mad at me?" Windu guessed while hugging his wife from behind.
"Sister Win..." Dara turned around and hugged Dara.
"I'm hungry, but it's hard to get into food. I always vomit every time I go to food. I'm afraid that our baby can't develop perfectly like the first." Dara hugged Windu's body tightly, her cries getting louder.
Some days Dara is experiencing the end of the first trimester, she is drunk.
I don't know why in this pregnancy, it's a little heavy. Even these two days he can only drink milk, warm tea and fruits. It was also very forced.
"Darling.you don't say that, you must be strong. Pity the baby if the mama leaves like this." Windu stroked his wife's shoulders, at the sight of the wall clock, just at midnight.
"What do you want to eat?" Windu asked as he looked at his wife, a line of prayers in his heart, hoping that the wife did not ask for something strange in the middle of this blind night. He heard the myth, wife cravings sometimes strange, can ask young mango from the neighboring garden.
If that happens, address him at the patrolman's club, battered formless.
Dara's eyes suddenly flashed, staring at Windu with a slight frown.
"A few days, I've been dying to eat something.but..."
"But why?"
"I'm scared."
"Fear what?" Windu began to feel his chest beating.
"Fear to trouble you."
"Tell me, I'm ready to bother with my baby." The loud voice of a superhero while stroking Dara's stomach is really being contrary to the heart of yes who is on the verge of nervous, afraid Dara asks for the wrong one.
"I'm imagining..." The sinless face of his wife looked at Windu with worry.
"What?"
"You cook for me."
"What?"Now Windu glared perfectly staring at the wife with fondling.
From him small to this adult, he had never entered the kitchen even if only to stroke the stove, let alone in contact with the pot, kitchen knife or anything that became the completeness of plaster.
And tonight, his wife, with her timid eyes, expectantly said she wanted to eat her cooking? Windu was in complete shock.
"How is it?" Windu gulped his saliva which felt dragging in the esophagus.
"I know, Brother Win won't be able to do it. Therefore, I actually don't want to tell Brother Win."His wife's head was down, looking sad.
"No! It's not so, honey. Don't sulk that way..." Windu hugged Dara who was back sobbing.
"Jeez..don't cry again, baby.cup.cup...wanted to eat just have to cry like this."
"I'm sorry..." Isakan Dara increasingly bitter in the ears of Windu which became all wrong.
"Okay, baby, I'll cook for you. As long as you eat it." Windu kissed Dara's crown.
For the sake of hearing that sentence, Dara's cry automatically stopped like a child getting a gulali.
She hugged Windu happily, and in the next second, Dara was already standing brightly cheerfully, pulling the sleeves of the sleeping Windu wearing only shorts.
"Come...."
"Where?"
"To the kitchen?"
"To the kitchen? Brother Win cooked for me, right?"
"Huh? Now then? It's midnight. Can't wait for tomorrow morning?"
"I want it now."
Windu scratched his non-itchy head while inching to follow Dara.
The baby was really very enthusiastic to make the father feel the torment, even he was not given the opportunity just a short course by watching tutorials on Youtube, directly practice without receiving the theory.
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