Husband Does Not Know Himself
106. Second life

"You're being honest, didn't you say that?" ask Doni.

"In my second life. I'm starting to be honest in everything. Although it was heavy, mas." replied Siska who seemed to turn into serious fashion.

"Weh, the language looks heavy!" chuckled Doni.

"What the hell, my. You ask like that? Just make me curious." asked Siska again.

"I'm just comparing the taste of the food of fellow merchants, Sis. Sometimes it feels normal, or maybe the place is not so hygienic. But, it's always a flood of orders. Buyer until the tiled. Sometimes when it's dead end, I like to think bad to them too. Though I myself, before selling, need to do research that is not for a moment. Even almost a year."

"What! A year?" Siska straightened her body, and rounded her eyes, looking at Doni. While the man seemed to nod his head while grimacing.

"It's easy to create recipes? Moreover, having to adjust to the tongue of the crowd." Doni bobbing head.

As for Siska, imagine the time during that. Which he uses to have fun and earn money instantly. She was ashamed of the man beside her.

"What's wrong?" Doni turned to look at Siska who looked speechless. But the woman next to him, shook his head weakly.

"Oh yes, you said. In your second life. Did you ever have to die of suri?" ask Doni seriously.

"Yes. Never ask again, Mom. We're almost at the market." Siska pointed at the large building that was clearly visible. Doni nodded his head, then turned his car into the parking area.

The two immediately got out of the car and into the vegetable stall. Siska was always watching Doni shop.

He praised in his heart, that the men near him are indeed different from other men. When many men who want office work and berdasi. He loves to cook and sell.

Quite a long time also both are in the market, buying the needs of the store. And finally, it's all done.

**

After dawn prayers, Mala took Mahes for a morning walk, circling her residential complex. Although still sleepy, but the man agreed to the request of the wife.

Mala replaced the lingerie she wore with a home negligee. Because his stomach is growing. It is more comfortable to wear it.

While Mahes, he only wears a plain white t-shirt and chinos. Both walked barefoot. Get out of the gate and start circling the complex.

Mala stretched out both hands, to stretch her stiff body muscles. He also breathed in the morning air which felt so refreshing.

Mahes did the same with his wife. However, he, as the head of the family, has a very heavy responsibility.

Mahes asked Mala to stay home. Not wanting to see his wife do hard work. That can make it stressful, tired and eventually difficult to have children.

Luckily Mala was very obedient to him. So that the desire to have children, will soon be realized.

"Mas, a morning walk like this, it turns out to be fun too." Mala chanted cheerfully.

"Yes. But I'd rather see you smile like that."

"Oh, it turns out you're getting smarter about me." Mala giggled amusedly, patting her husband's arm.

"Who else can I fight besides my own wife?"

"Eh, mum. There is chicken porridge. I want to."

Mahes immediately felt his pants pocket. Because the initial intention of the two was just to walk around. He patted his own eel, because he did not carry a wallet. But just bring the phone.

"Yes, wait a minute."

Mahes racked his brain, how could he buy chicken porridge for his wife. He brought no money at all.

While Mala, she did not realize if she and her husband did not bring money. All he wanted was, what his wish was realized.

Mahes smiled, then fiddled with his phone. After that, he invited Mala to get closer to the chicken porridge salesman.

"How much do you want to eat, baby?" mahes asked his wife gently.

"One serving only. But then if our son wants it again, you buy it." Mala rubbed her distended stomach.

"Yes. Buy it for your mother first. After that, buy it for his son. You wait here first. Let me order that."

Mala nodded obediently to her husband. Then wipe the sweat that was pouring on his face. He also rubbed his stomach slowly. After ordering food, Mahes sat down beside his wife.

"Is our child also overwhelmed?" mahes asked while rubbing his wife's stomach.

"Maybe yes. When you get home, you have to massage it. So as not to get tired."

"Eh, look. Our son moves again when I wipe." Mahes exclaimed in excitement. He was amused and happy to feel the movement of children in his wife's stomach.