MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 15 NGIDAM

After that 'screech' event, my relationship with Yola became more and more intimate. Almost every day we talk. If he's not the one who's playing at my house, I'm the one who's coming to his house.

Actually she was a few years older than me, but she refused when I called her mba, sister and even mother.

He said to be more familiar, call me a name. I according to aja. Maybe not look older too. Let it be, it's his business. I have nothing to lose anyway, if I call her name.

We often exchanged food. So sometimes the menu at the dinner table, overlaps. I cooked what, he added what. It's okay, let's make lots of choices.

At first my husband was astonished, thinking I was cooking too much. Because we're just the two of us, baby if we don't eat it. After I explained, he was just smiling.

So inget first, just as he gave the food box to my husband. I gave it to the complex security. I was still thinking negatively about him. Turns out he's cool, too, not what I thought he was. Even if you wear clothes are always minimalist, and a little flirtatious.

Yola often told me about her personal life. I'm usually just a good listener. I want to come too, afraid of being wrong.

When I went to her house, she told me about the person in the big-pigured photo, which I was looking at. It's a picture of her with her husband.

Oh, it turns out she still has a husband, my inner self. She said her husband works on a foreign ship. And only come home once every six months. While they have not been given children.

Yola also told me, in fact, she was already pregnant. But the content is weak. And she had to lose her fetus, in the four months of her pregnancy. It's so sorry for him.

He also said, had he not lost his fetus, he would not have been lonely.

In this housing complex, the average occupant is workers. They never had time to talk to their neighbors. The usual out shopping at a traveling greengrocer, mostly ART.

Although sometimes there is also ART that looks like a hostess. Maybe it was his style, or following his master's style.

When it comes to clothes that are minimal in material, he also explained to me. Because her husband worked in foreign ships, and more were abroad. Her husband often bought her clothes from there. The average super sexy.

And all the sexy clothes she was wearing, she was bought by her husband. Why does she always wear those clothes, because she really appreciates her husband's gifts. Although for our people, the clothes she wears look excessive, but if her husband allows, even always buy her, why not. His mind.

Okay then. Just don't show off my thighs and chest in front of my husband, my mind. His name is also male, can be khilaf if long in suguhi soan.

But behind her sexy clothes and sometimes vulgar nonsense, Yola turns out to be a good person. He's very attentive to me.

He knew that my husband and I were a newlywed couple. And he gave me a lot of input. How to make a husband happy. Understand, he is more experienced.

Although she and her husband are far apart, but she can always make her husband happy. She can always satisfy her husband. I frowned hearing this one thing. How can you make your husband satisfied, if far apart?

He simply replied with a laugh and a flick of mischievous eyes. He said, someday I'll know how. Hmm, just be curious.

I did not go out shopping this morning. After my husband left for work, my body was like a merry one. Limp, the bones feel like they want to come off. And a little nauseous.

I didn't tell my husband. Let him not worry. Unfortunately, it will even interfere with his concentration to work.

I just lay on the sofa in the living room, watching television. About food for my husband dinner, later I can order online.

Before long, my door knocked. Lazily, I opened it. Yola is coming.

He asked me why I wasn't shopping. I answer what is. Then she spruced a little bit on my body.

While poking at me, he told me. When she was pregnant, she felt the same way as me. The body feels sore, limp and nauseous.

Then she asked me when I last had my period. I said, I don't remember. Because it was before marriage, my periods were irregular.

She suggested to me, since I am married now, I should start remembering when I last had my period. Just in case, who knows I'm pregnant.

May also be his advice. I'm asserting. While remembering the last date I menstruated.

After I felt good, he came home. He wants to cook. Although he only lives alone, but it has become his habit to cook for his own food.

Her husband always taught her that. He said there should be activities at home. Yola also promised to send me the results of her cooking later. For my lunch.

After Yola came home, I locked the door, and chose to sleep.

In the afternoon, as Yola had promised, he came again, bringing the results of his cooking. He also accompanied me to a meal, while we talked a lot.

I don't know why, I really like the food. In my opinion, it feels ordinary.

According to my husband, who had tasted it, it was also common. It even tastes better in my cooking.

But this time, I thought it was amazing. I eat a lot. Exceeding my porch limit.

In the afternoon, I ordered an online application, for my husband's dinner. I told my husband I was a little unwell. So I couldn't put it in.

The next day, I shopped at the vegetable shop. Yola and a few other neighbors.

I was confused what to cook. Yola gave me a suggestion to make some meat soup for my husband.

Whispering in my ear, let my husband be hotter in bed. I also followed while smiling in shame.

After I cooked the meat soup, I didn't even want to eat it. It was even nauseous, looking at my own cooking. The smell of that meat, made my stomach churn.

I finally put my food in the kitchen cupboard. Let me heat up later if my husband wants to eat.

I remember, Yola was shopping for fresh fish. He said he wanted to cook pismol. Extra spicy too.

Suddenly I wanted his cooking. But if you want to ask, I don't think it's polite.

Then I tried to open the online application. Looking for the fish pismol. But I'm not interested at all. I still want Yola's cooking.

So cold, with shame, I came to Yola's house. It just so happens that he is having lunch. And he offered me all meals.

Without a second thought, I immediately agreed. I was satisfied that I could eat Yola's cooking, which I wanted so much.

After eating, I told Yola about me wanting her food so badly.

Yola laughed out loud. Then he said, don't you just crave anymore. Eating my cooking.