SYAHDU (Contract Sleep Friends)
ExtraBab - Indam

"Udah dong, baby. Don't keep licking.." Arga followed the exhausted Syahdu walking. His wife's face bent because of her annoyance with him who would undo the promise.

"I promise, tomorrow I will spare time and actually come even though there is a meeting. I'll pick you up tomorrow after work. Okay?"

"Promise on!" Omel Syahdu without looking. He then sat down on the edge of the bed.

"This time is real. I had an impromptu meeting that was very interesting, baby. I also can't seem to cancel. You're, you know, I'm now what his position is." Arga sat next to his wife. Started persuading again. "You keep getting angry, look at our son." He said while stroking the already enlarged stomach.

"That makes me rich, right, you!"

"Yes-yes. That's why I want to replace that one. I'm paying for tickets to watch tomorrow, yeah. Do you want to go to the cinema? How do I rent? So you're more comfortable." Persuade Arga again.

"Not so. Not in the mood!"

Arga sighed slowly. He must be patient. Since becoming pregnant, Syahdu is easy to sulk and difficult to understand the condition. Really tested himself.

Arga squatting. He saw the face of Syahdu who was still a manyun.

"Darling, now you're telling me, yeah, what you want. I'll take everything. You just have to say what you want. I don't want you to be angry with me. We can talk good, right, baby?"

Syahdu. Hearing Arga's words, he felt himself too strange. But it was Arga who pissed him off half to death.

"What do you want me to do, so you won't be angry anymore?"

Syahdu started thinking about what he wanted since this morning.

"If there's anything you want, quickly tell me, so I can immediately kabulin your request."

Syahdu hesitantly replied. "I actually want to eat the same soup as you did when you drove to the hospital. Which is why I'm sick.."

Arga's eyebrows raised. He tries to remember. He took the soup to the hospital for just one moment. That was when Syahdu fell ill eight years ago.

"I want exactly what it is." Say again.

Arga developed a smile. "If that's all, it's easy, baby. I make it now, yeah. You wait here."

Syahdu pulled Arga's shirt, forbidding him to leave because he had not finished speaking.

"Why, hm?"

"I.. Wanted to.." Syahdu hesitated to say it.

"What client? What do you want, just tell me frankly."

Syahdu looked at Arga with round eyes, hoping the grown man understood.

"That's.. I want that.."

An Arga, whose bed problems have been rooted in his brain also immediately understand the code of his wife.

"Aah. You want that."

Syahdu biting the lower lip. Hope Arga doesn't laugh at him.

"That's a big deal, pregnant." Arga pulls Syahdu in arms. He feels very happy if Syahdu invites first about the bed. To him, it was the greatest privilege. Since she became pregnant, Syahdu often gave her a code. The woman was even more domineering and looked even more desirous. Maybe it was her luggage when she was pregnant. I don't know, the important thing is that Arga enjoys it.

After struggling on the bed, now is the time for other tasks to make him want to not go to the kitchen.

Arga walked out of the room, he turned his head back when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.

"Lho, where are you going?"

"Follow you into the kitchen. I want to see you cook." Spoiled Syahdu.

Arga extended a hand. "Jude, come on."

Syahdu graciously took her husband's hand to the kitchen. Arga pulls out a chair for Syahdu to sit on. Then he began to execute frozen meat in the refrigerator.

Syahdu propped up his chin, staring at the back of Arga who was busy here and there preparing materials. He really loves Arga. The man was always patient, even obeying all his strange wills.

After a few minutes, Syahdu moved from the chair.

"Where are you going?" Ask Arga.

"Pissing bowls." He answered while walking towards the bathroom, making Arga chuckle. Since entering the age of the womb is mature, Syahdu always back and forth to the bathroom.

"Cook, Mi. Make Syahdu." He answered without looking, busy with his activities.

"Ngidam yes, he. Syahdu turned around, yes. Now it looks very effective. Even the beginning of pregnancy is not like that."

"Ga what. Kan, it's the same with Arga. This is nothing more than the struggle of Syahdu menggahirin descendants in this family."

Julia smiled at him. Thank goodness her son understood. "Want Mami help you?"

"That's all right, Mi. Arga's used to cooking, really."

Julia was proud of her son. Luckily Arga has changed to become more mature since marrying Syahdu.

"Oh, yeah. About your Papa, Mami has said that Syahdu is likely to be born this week. So.."

"Ga matters, Mi." Arga stopped his activities. Then she turned to face Julia.

"How many times have I talked to Mami, Arga doesn't care about her anymore."

"Darling, you're gonna be a dad. Your son's a boy, right? What if he does the same thing?"

"Ga will, Mi. Because Arga won't be like him. Arga once suffered the pain of being a child whose dream was buried with the same ambitions of parents. So Arga ain't gonna make Arga's son rich what he did to Arga."

After saying so, Arga returned with his activities. Julia no longer spoke. He repeatedly asked Alex to start a good relationship with his son, but the man did not respond. And so is Arga. Those two guys, really hard.

"Mommy.." The new Sapa Syahdu came. He rubbed his stomach as he walked closer.

"Eeh, Syahdu. Sitting here. Laper, huh?"

"Yes, Mi. I want to eat soup made by Arga." He answered, and sat down near Julia.

"Eat a lot. So that her fear is strong." Tukas Julia's. He stroked the distended stomach of Syahdu. "Mommy come in first, yeah. So sleepy. You two enjoy time, yeah."

"Nite, Mi.." Arga said to Julia who smiled warmly at her two children. He went into his room on the upper floor.

Syahdu actually heard Arga and Julia talk earlier. But he doesn't want to talk about. I don't want the atmosphere between them to worsen.

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Arga led Syahdu on his way. After eating quite a lot, he stepped tired.

"Yes, my cooking?" Ask Arga while embracing Syahdu's shoulder.

"He'em. It's delicious.."

"That means.. all this time you really want the same soup made by me?"

"Yes. When I used to cook soup, I always felt bad."

Arga flowers hear it. It turns out that Syahdu's tongue is very attached to his cooking.

"If you want to eat something, tell me."

"You're not always home."

"I'll go home if you ask."

"What really?" Tanya Syahdu assured.

"Yes, honey. I will try to make you happy. Our son, of course."

Shahdu hugged her husband. The tone is difficult, because something is in the way.

After a long conversation, Syahdu fell asleep with Arga who stroked his forehead gently. The man kissed Syahdu, then raised his blanket. Not sleeping, Arga still wants to do the job that was delayed.

A few hours later, Arga heard a groan from the bed. She saw that Syahdu was holding her stomach.

"Shahdu!" Arga is moving fast. He checked his wife's condition.

"Sakitt.." shahdu groaned with a sweaty fur on his forehead.

Arga jumped in to pick up a cell phone calling Arvian. Afterwards, Arga hurriedly took Syahdu to the hospital.