Nanny And Duda
S2 Chapter 154. Ngidam Part 1's

By midnight at midnight, Ryan and Dilla were already asleep. Ryan sleeps soundly, but things are different with Dilla. Dilla from earlier flipped her body with anxiety. Ryan is disturbed by Dilla's movements.

"Why baby?" ryan asked with a few eyes open.

"It's okay Mas" said Dilla.

"Yes, let's go to bed again," Ryan asked as he hugged Dilla.

Dilla tried to close her eyes again. Dilla could fall back asleep for a while. Then Dilla woke up again because she wanted to eat fried rice. The clock almost shows twelve o'clock. Dilla tried to close her eyes and turn her back to Ryan. Dilla tries to get back to sleep but Dilla still can't fall asleep. Dilla returned to flip through the body because there was a disturbing desire.

Ryan who was beside Dilla woke up again because of Dilla's movements from earlier continued to go back and forth. Ryan opened his eyes again. Ryan could see Dilla being agitated.

"Darling," call Ryan again.

"I'm sorry if Dila interfered with Mas's sleep time" Dilla said.

"Why are you, hem?" ask Ryan. 

"It's okay Mas" said Dilla lying.

Then Dilla tried to close her eyes again. Ryan knows that Dilla's lying. Ryan decides to pretend to be asleep in order to see Dilla.

Not reaching ten minutes, Dilla returned to flip the body. Finally Ryan decided to get up and sit on the mattress while staring at Dilla who was still back and forth.

"Darling, what's the matter with you?" ask Ryan again.

Dilla who could no longer resist the urge to eat fried rice she finally sat down. 

"Gini Mas, for some reason suddenly Dilla became a fry to eat fried rice," said Dilla.

"Didn't you eat a lot last night?" ask Ryan.

"So yes, yes, Mas. Now do not know why Dilla suddenly woke up and imagined eating fried rice," said Dilla while stroking the stomach.

Ryan saw Dilla's movements. 

"Are you not craving?" ask Ryan to make sure.

"Cravings?" ask Dilla back.

"Yes, usually pregnant women often crave."

"But it's midnight."

"The cravings know no time dear. Let Mas get fried rice. You just wait here" Ryan said, looking at the clock.

Ryan got out of bed. Ryan changed his nightgown and grabbed his wallet and car keys.

'Hopefully there are still sales.'

"Is it okay to look for the night" said Dilla unsavory.

Ryan went back to Dilla.

"Right now you're craving. So whatever you want will surely be looking for. It's for our son too. I will do my best for my son" Ryan said.

"Mas to go first. You lock the door and don't open it before Mas gets home" Ryan continued.

"Mas," call Dilla as Ryan holds the doorknob.

"Yes, baby" said Ryan.

"Dilla wants fried rice made the same moustached father and wear a sarong yes," Dilla asked while rubbing the stomach.

Ryan raised an eyebrow at Dilla's request. 

"Yes, I'll do it" replied Ryan.

Ryan did not want to dispute Dilla's request. Back when Riana was pregnant, Ryan never saw Riana crave anything. Riana was even the same when she was pregnant or not. Ryan was jealous of his friend who had a cravings wife. Ryan also wants to fight for his son.

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Ryan began to go around looking for where there was fried rice sold at midnight. Ryan circled around for about half an hour and then he got a father-father selling fried rice. Ryan immediately stopped the car near the wagon. The fried rice seller was cooking the fried rice and turned his back to Ryan.

"Do you want some fried rice too? Now there's only one more pack" said the seller.

"Sorry sir, I don't want to buy you fried rice" Ryan said.

"So sir why are you approaching me?"

"I just want to ask you, sir?"

"Oh, I want to ask. Want to ask what, maybe you can help," said the seller kindly.

"Is there still another fried rice seller in the area?" ryan asked the fried rice seller.

"If you don't like my fried rice, you can find another place yourself. Do not insinuate me blatantly like this, sir," said the fried rice seller offended. 

"I'm sorry sir, I don't mean that. I mean that, I was looking for a fried rice seller who uses sarong cloth and also mustache. Right now my wife is cravings sir. He asked for such a request, not insinuating you" Ryan said.

"Say from earlier. If so, I can forgive. After what you said made me misunderstand," said the seller kindly back.

"So is there another fried rice vendor near here, sir?" ask Ryan again.

"I'm the only one here who sells fried rice sir. While other fried rice sellers are far away in the area," pointed the fried rice maker on the road in question.

"But at this hour they are usually finished too. Those who sell there are also young people to sell," continued the fried rice seller.

"Is there nothing else?" ryan was disappointed.

"There is no more sir."

"Sorry sir, this is the plate" said one of the customers.

The customer happened to be mustachioed. Ryan so failed to focus on the same mustachioed customers as Mr. Raden.

"Sir, what if we ask this father who only cooks fried rice. It just so happens that this man has a mustache. Later I lend my sarong cloth when cooking," suggested the seller fried rice.

"What's this about? why am I being carried around," the customer asked.

"Sir, may I ask you for help, Father?" ryan asked who had no other choice.

"Solicit what please?"

"My wife is pregnant now. He was craving fried rice made the same Mr. mustache and use a sarong cloth. Take it easy, later I will pay for your fried rice. I'll also give you some money in return. So how about Sir? Would you like to help me?" ask Ryan.

"Sorry sir, I don't want to help you. But I can't cook," the customer refused.

"If you want, I'll teach you. Poor this Master's wife. My wife also had frequent cravings while she was pregnant," said the fried rice seller.

The customer accepted Ryan's offer. The seller handed the cloth she was wearing to the customer. 

The customer started cooking fried rice according to the direction of the fried rice seller. But since it was indeed not talent, the fried rice made by the customer was salty and bitter from the charred.

Ryan and the fried rice seller had tasted but immediately vomited immediately. They drink water because the throat and mouth feel strange.

"How about it, sir, this is the last rice stock" said the fried rice seller.

"Or you take my order fried rice home," the customer suggested because it felt bad.

Ryan decided to bring the charred and salted fried rice with normal fried rice. Ryan went home after giving tips to the customer and the fried rice seller. They gladly received the reward.

Is Dilla going to eat that fried rice?

Wait for the next chapter.

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