I'm Not a Mandul Woman
Chapter 123

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"Mas, wake up. After dawn, do not sleep again. Not good for health." Yulia shook Romi's sleeping shoulder on the sofa in front of the television. After the dawn prayer in the mosque, Romi selonjoran while watching television but in fact even watched television. He was shocked by it.

"What a darling, sleepy! Bentaaar!" the door opened its eyes a little, then brushed again.

"Basic, if malem just want to be literate, turn already morning sleepy." muttered Yulia sitting near the feet of Romi who squirms the body, then turned back, really do not want to be disturbed.

"Mas!"

"Hmmm, a minute baby, please! Malem was sleep deprived!" said Romi again with a hoarse voice. His face was drowned on the sofa.

" Same, I'm also sleep deprived, because of you." Yulia somewhat whispered her voice, afraid of sounding others. The mother was in front of the house, walking on a gravel that he said could increase blood circulation throughout the body. But apparently Romi clearly heard it and turned his head.

"Not the same, you'll take it well below. Same as me over the motion. Beautiful backward forward, rocking left right shake. Uh, your's instead like Kang parking, keep on mas, keep on sick, baby!" romi had not yet finished his words Yulia had pinched the crab on her thigh which was covered with a sarong. But a moment later smiled without a sound to see the wife glaring. While stroking the part of the body that was hit by the pinch earlier.

"Where was it, when did I say that cake?" he said he didn't accept.

"Oh yeah, give me my baby!" romi said, dodging from the hands of his wife who wanted to pinch again and see the face of his wife who blushed like a boiled crab with lips frowning.

"Rasain, who told you to fuck."

"Well, you started? And that's the truth. Time of not remembering?"

"No. Just make it up."

"Udah, he said he was going to sleep, and he was babbling." once again hitting his husband's thigh, he would hit again but his hand was caught and held with Romi's big hand. The hand was attached by Romi and then he was frowned upon full of fantasy.

" I've, in half an hour I wake up and have to want to. Yesterday you promised the child to run in the morning, fight bad luck again. Shila can strike all day." said Yulia reminded to divert the conversation not to baper with the treatment of her husband.

"Yes, I want to. Now I'll crumple again, a minute. Don't bother me yet." Romi took off his wife's hand, and Yuliakun relented and went from there to the kitchen. The age of her pregnancy that has stepped on 6 months makes her no longer free to move.

"Mak Minah, can I help Mak Minah why?" yulia asked her housekeeper who was struggling to make breakfast for them and their families.

"Eh, Mbak Yulia just sit down, do not have anything to do. It is his job, Mak. Later not only I get angry mas Romi, but Mbak Yulia as well." rejected Mak Minah, as a household assistant he was not happy if Yulia helped him, especially with a big stomach like now.

"But I want to do something like that, Mom. Boring ah, just sitting sitting there." Yulia manyun grumbled to pay attention to what Mak Minah did.

"What mbak? A drill? What food is it?" asked Mak Minah innocently, while slicing mustard. This morning the menu is capcay, fried tempeh and fried chicken, and crackers that have never been absent at the dinner table. Yulia always inserts a vegetable menu for her small family. Children are introduced to vegetables early on, because vegetables are a source of healthy nutrients.

"Hahaha, Mama Minah. You are funny anyway. There is a food called boring. You really don't know what boring is?"

"Hehe, Mak Minah is from the village, the school also just finished Junior High School. Never go anywhere other than work at home continues to go home, take care of husband and son. The next morning come back. Not often had a conversation, especially until the same gibbah neighbors as well. Dibahin mah, often." said Mak Minah who eared Yulia like a curse.

"Ehehe, sorry, Mom! Mak too, if Sundays rarely want to take a holiday as well. Time to get to work. So it's rare to take a break."

"No papa, ma'am. How else, Mak still have dependents of school children. My husband also cannot work. Mak he wants children Mak not let anyone just be a maid mother kayak. Mak hopes, by sending them to college, let their lives be better than Mak and Mak's husband."

Mak Minah's husband had a stroke, and could only sit in a wheelchair, instead, she who slammed the bones into the family's backbone to support her three children. The eldest male, finished High School. Actually Mak Minah asked him to go to college, so that he could work office which for Mak Minah is a good and good job. But his eldest son did not want to bother and become a burden on his mother again. Moreover, his father also can not do anything. He chose to work odd jobs, to meet his needs, and some of it he gave to the mother to finance the father's treatment or the school fees of his two younger siblings.

Yulia becomes unwell on her own, she knows exactly how Mak Minah and her family live. Although Romi from the first also every month always provide benefits in the form of basic necessities and other basic needs outside the fixed salary of Mak Minah. Of course it is still fitting for Mak Minah and her family.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Yulia had no intention of offending Mak Minah."

"Look easy, ma'am. I'm not confused!" start slicing red onions and garlic.

"So gini, bore it from English, the basic word is bore. It's b-o-r and e, which means boredom. So boring it means bored, saturated, bored, etc., Mak!" Yulia explained.

"But it can also be boring means one of the components of a motorcycle engine that is cylindrical or like a tube, you know. According to Mbah gugel, the function of the boring motor is as a piston container to carry out combustion activities...."

"Wis wis wis wis, mbak Yulia ki talking opo to Yo! Not me. Add mumet. Wis mikir opo sing cooked saiki wae. Ora thinks of boring." Yulia was heartbroken in response to Mak Minah's words, until her stomach moved and her shoulders shook.

Mak Minah had placed a medium-sized non-stick pan on the stove, turned it on, then poured a little cooking oil to saute the seasoning first.

"Ah, not really. Just a casual conversation." kilah Yulia, Mak Minah just smiled to see the intimacy of the couple, without looking.

Romi dyed the sweet potato of the wife while the other hand he used to stroke the protruding stomach.

"Hey..!" suddenly Romi exclaimed.

"You kicked Dad, huh? Look out later, if you play football with dad, I will definitely not win against you." Romi squatted in front of his wife while stroking her stomach.

" It looks like you're the father's son who will rival and inherit Dad's fondness!" romi's narcissistic soul wriggled as he continued to stroke the wife's stomach, so sure the child in the stomach was the boy he wanted at this time, he said, even reveal the pyjamas to see how the baby moves and processes in the stomach.

"Well, that's until your stomach is like that, like it's kicked left-right. Isn't that right, honey?" Romi grimaced, imagining, in the belly of the woman there is another creature whose name is a baby, then the baby moves active motion as he sees it today.

"A little bit, mas. Later the bigger, the larger the size of the fetus, the more active it will be as well. Kia's pregnant back then too, right?" Romi was silent, still stroking the part of Yulia's stomach that stood out because of her baby.

"Dad, let's say he wants to take the road!" Kia and Shila came out of the room in a neat state wearing training pants, and a short-sleeved t-shirt, while the sister wearing legging pants distract both of them. They have put on their shoes and are ready to go for a jog this Sunday. Romi stood up immediately.

"Oiya, I almost forgot. Yuk, I'll change clothes first. You're not coming, baby?" ask the wife.

"No, I walk around the house. Sana quickly change clothes mas, children have been waiting for a long time, later bad luck too." Romi darted into the room, having previously kissed the stomach and said as if the baby could be spoken to, that should not trouble the mother. It didn't take long, he came out again wearing training pants and t-shirts like Shila.

"Let's go! Let's go jogging!" the two children eagerly followed Romi.

"Be careful."

"Sister, take care of it!"

"Yes, mom!" answer Shila and Romi compact.

"Yes, Unda.les go....!" Kia mimicked the words of her brother and father.

They ran a small run along the road to the field. On Sunday mornings like this many people pass by walking, running small or cycling.

"Aren't you tired? If you're tired Daddy's fat!"

The cute little girl shook her head as her father raised his hand to carry her.

"Yaudah, if you're tired of saying Dad, huh?" he nodded with his hands held by his father.

"Duuuh, mas Romi. It's almost three but it's still cool!" Romi turned his head when a woman who was also jogging greeted and praised him. Romi's lips revealed a smile

"The old man, the older he became, hihihi.makin became..the charm...!" the woman taught Romi steps.

"That's the hell I'm sure because Yulia's service was satisfying, wasn't it?" the other woman cursed. Their sexy clothes by wearing short-sleeved sports shirts and leging featuring curves of his body did not make Romi long look at them.

"What the hell, you guys? Even if the guess really does not need to be clarified times! So shame, me." said Romi responded to their joke.

"Ahaha, my guess is correct, right. Satisfied man on the bed, his face looks bright and youthful, easy to smile. Mas Romi is very different from the same time before not married to Yulia. The change is 180 degrees. Yes, Sus?" the two women compared the former Romi to the present Romi. The woman called Sus agreed by nodding and continuing to keep up with Romi's slow pace because Kia did not want to be carried.

"As much as you guys, huh! Obviously, I've been doing this a long time, not feeling changed. Maybe it used to be because of single parents, think of everything alone, starting from thinking of children, shops, homes, so yes. The serious face continues." said Romi without turning his head and continued walking.

"Dad, don't answer them!" Shila puts on a fierce face. Breaking through the place between her father and a woman named Susi and her friend. The two women deliberately invited Romi to tease Shila who was usually immediately angry when her father was teased by others.

"I said Mother, let me know if you feel angry Mother!" threaten Shila while scowling dislike.

"Weeleeh, there's a little security guard here. So afraid, seduce his father. Let's run Sus....!" the two women burst open while running ahead of Romi, Kia and Shila.

"Dad, why take it for granted anyway, Auntie like that?"

"Shila doesn't like it!" shifted again to the left of Romi when the two women had far run ahead.