Bitter Tongue In-Law
93. Good Morning, Madam

Nuna woke up from sleep when she felt her stomach sound. The habit of Nuna who woke up in the morning blind and immediately plunged into the kitchen to cook while chewing seems to be troublesome lately. Since marrying Bian, she has not been allowed to get out of bed if she has not been asked by her husband.

Nuna looked at the man beside her with a warm smile. No one knows how beautiful the man who married her was when she fell asleep. The close distance and the hand that was coiled along his waist certainly made him always happy. Simple things that are worth being grateful for, feeling awake with a loving hug from a beloved husband is something that not everyone gets.

Hopefully we are always like this no matter what happens, whatever big problems that come up against it later, I just hope that our affection will never diminish. Well I want you to always wake up in this state. Aamiins.

Nuna's soft hand stroked that well-groomed delicate cheek. A few seconds later, the owner opened his eyes.

"Good morning, Mr. Bian."

"Good morning, madam. It must be a worm in my mistress' stomach starving" Bian said with a small laugh. "You can cook, but I'll take a bath first." Bian got up and grazed his wife's hand gently.

"May I ask you one thing?" ask after the bathroom door is locked.

"You give me so many things, why ask if it's just for one thing? What do you want?"

"I don't want to put on a mom. Are you ready to get pregnant again?"

Nuna's bewitched smile slowly faded away. It had crossed his mind several times if this happened. Sooner or later, Bian will demand this, right? It had occurred to him that if he had a child with Bian, he was afraid that his affection for Cashel would diminish and even disappear.

"Why should you ask?"

"The name of the nitip that must be permission. He wants Mas, he wants you, to be talked about even though it's a small thing. I want to have children quickly, but it will bear you later. Her pregnancy, her nausea, her cravings, her fickle feelings, her discomfort, everything that is difficult, right, you are responsible. You're a woman, even though I've never been pregnant and I've never been pregnant, I've seen you and my sister when I was pregnant. I know so you guys are definitely not easy, you're willing to take the trouble to give offspring to men who even took you from your parents to devote her life to her husband."

"Your support is far away, Mom. So far away that I feel your words are simple, but meaningful in. I'm like just getting to know you, so far it has never been seen that you are so respectful and appreciative of women. I'm getting scared that this is just pseudo."

"Why do you do this unfortunately, Mr. Bian. Then let's prove this is pseudo or real. I don't want to promise anything more. Men, what you need is not speech, but action. Your own value later if you want to know this is only pseudo, temporary, or forever. So how? Can I nitip the seeds in your womb? We grow up together, we educate as well as possible, and we do as much."

Nuna's cheeks flushed slightly, she endured the embarrassment and laughter of hearing Bian's words.

"You should ask when on the first night we became brides. Like you have entered the ball into the goal, you just permission can score any goal. That, right, breaks the rules."

Bian laughed, "Yes too, yeah. But, right, entering the ball into the goal is not necessarily counted goals as well, it can be a violation. It was, right, still empty. It's not too late for permission, if you have permission, it's good, want to score goals anywhere, every match how many minutes, how many times each game. Wouldn't you?" Bian brought Nuna's body closer to his, so that the bodies of the two were attached to each other.

"Cashel and his sisters make no difference. Cashel my son, his sisters later also my son, they were born from the womb of a woman who managed to confiscate my life only for him. Then why should I give you a different kind of affection?"

"Sister?"

"Yes, sisters. You think Mas just asked for one descendant? Oh can't." Bian unacquainted and took Nuna into his trunk and took her to the bathtub.

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Today was the first day Bian ushered in Cashel's school as a new status. The status that he holds as a father, it turns out this is what it feels like to drive school children, thought Bian who amused himself with his mind.

After dropping off at school, Bian returned home. He remembered something while on the road. He remembered that there was a message from Arga that he had not yet conveyed. Even Nuna did not know about the gift from Arga that he had been storing for months.

"Say to go to the restaurant" greeted Nuna with a question.

"Forgot a message that I have not yet conveyed. What did you make? Don't cape-cape, dear."

"Well what?"

"Put it first what flour is all macem. What do you want to do, anyway?"

"Discognition doang. I also want to stay productive, I'll get fat if I sit down." Nuna followed her husband after washing her hands.

"It's okay you're fat too. It's safe that no one likes you but me."

"Yes, you like other girls when I'm fat. Don't have to argue. What do we do to the room? Is the security in the room? Mas you don't macem-macem, yeah. My hair just dried up" said Nuna cautiously.

"Later the macems." Bian opened the closet and took out a box wrapped in wrapping paper.

"Mas doesn't know you remember anything, Arga used to come home a few days after Cashel's birthday, right? The one he fell off that bike, well he actually wanted to give this to Cashel, but he still hesitated, there was also a sense of inferiority in him because he saw Cashel and all kinds of toys he had. It could be that he considers that what he loves is nothing, not how much with what you love. He did not want to give this actually first, but Mas forcibly asked. After all, he's a father, it would be very painful if we brought a gift and brought it back, right? I want to give it to Cashel. But seeing the condition of your feelings that seem not good, so Mas save, Mas take it home."

A few seconds passed Nuna's response was silent. Not taking the gift or saying anything.