THE MOTORCYCLE LEADER, MY GIRLFRIEND
53

That morning, Cyeril and Dzoki had walked around the compound to the field behind the block. There the field is similar to a playground for children in addition to its function as a field for light exercise such as running in the morning, healthy roads, cycling or other sports that do not occupy a large place such as skipping, gymnastics, or badminton and playing ball.

Cyeril's stomach that has been seen distended is also in the spotlight of Dzoki's neighbors.

"For Nak Dzoki? On the road with Sister Cyeril. Duh ... how many months is that? Smooth and healthy continues for his mother," said a neighbor.

"Yes Mom. Thank you for all your prayers" said Dzoki and Cyeril.

Not only one or two people who rebuke each other and pray smoothness for Cyeril. Even everyone who met on the street who knew Dzoki and Cyeril as the son and daughter-in-law of Riski's father and Mother Nur.

Dzoki and Cyeril are indeed a young couple who look friendly and romantic. Both look pious and not neko-neko. Dzoki who has an athletic body, dashing and strapping walking with his hands swinging while exercising moves his entire limbs. While Cyeril only walked snatai while adjusting long breaths like the advice of Midwife to get used to long breaths in preparation for giving birth normally.

"The air this morning is really big" Cyeril said as he took a breath of the cold and cold morning air to get into the lung cavity and exhaled slowly.

"Great son. Little brother time most seneng bike play until here continue to sit there tuh, on a large rock in the form of various animals. While eating chicken kang Bahar porridge. Still durable he was also rame place," said Dzoki slowly pointed to the trading place of Dzoki's subscription porridge.

"Well .. glad you were a kid. Foam does anything freely without anyone forbidding it" Cyeril said slowly.

He remembered himself as a child and still lives in the village with his mother. Boro - Boro to play in the morning even though it is just a healthy way of moving the body or exercise, which there is a routine task runah already waiting. Starting from nyapu, mopping, garbage, washing dishes, washing clothes, drying clothes because mothers have to work in the market as a grocery store worker.

Dzoki's hands immediately crossed and held his wife's affection.

"What do you think? There's a big brother now. Never feel lonely and sad" Dzoki said as if he knew what Cyeril was thinking.

Cyeril smiled sweetly towards Dzoki.

"Cyeril is very lucky to have a husband as good as Big Brother. Always friendly, gentle with Cyeril" Cyeril said. Dzoki has had a lot of changes since Cyeril's first introduction.

"You should be sure, baby. If you are always there for me. Believe it. Although briefly again in a temporary stay for KKN," said Dzoki slowly.

Cyeril just has to resign and understand. Both are still in college and understand the busyness of each as a student. Moreover, Dzoki who earlier this semester is busy taking care of KKN. Every day follow the koching and gather with a team of KKN groups -nya. Not to mention during the day he had to guidance with his tutoring lecturer. Dzoki took the KKN and the thesis. At least while taking care of KKN in the day again, Dzoki night can make a thesis. The target before leaving KKN is at least the script has been ACC chapter one and began work on chapter two.

Unlike Cyeril who deliberately took leave this semester. He wants to focus on his health and health. Because in a few months, Cyetil will give birth. In addition Cyeril can take care of his small shop that contracts together in Kahfi cafe.

"Eat yuk. The chicken is different. The seasoning is like chicken soup so it's seger" Dzoki explained.

"Yes wants. Cyeril's hungry," the great-grandson of Cyeril's getting spoiled.

Stepping on five months gestation. Cyeril was never again nauseous and his appetite began to grow. Almost every hour, Dzoki sees his wife chewing and his mouth full of food. The table in his room was always full of small jars filled with pastries made by Cyeril. Not to mention fruits, snacks chips and cheese biscuits that have become a favorite Cyeril during pregnancy.

Dzoki still took his little wife and took her to one of the empty plastic mats.

Cyetil agreed. He sat on a mat with his legs crossed while looking at the still green scenery around the field. It's cold and makes Cyeril feel at home.

"Darling ... This quail egg satay equals chicken liver and fried bakwan. Maknyos really," bargained Dzoki who came carrying two plates full of food. Not only Cyeril who likes to eat and do not choose food. Dzoki pu also experienced the same thing. He also has a huge appetite. Every meal must be eaten.

"Wahh .. sate twlir this delicious quail, sister," said Cyeril sparkling when he saw his favorite food in front of him at this time.

One egg skewer ...

Second stab ...

Third stab ...

"Make it later. The porridge has not yet come. Later you have eaten eggs," said Dzoki.

Before long two bowls of chicken porridge and two cups of hot tea have been delivered by kang Bahar to the place of Dzoki.

Voraciously, Cyerly and Dzoki enjoy the warm porridge.

"Hemmm it's so good" praised Cyeril.

"Enak right," said Dzoki slowly.

All companion foods began to run out one by one in the cemil to accompany stabbing the warm porridge.

"If Cyeril knew there was such good porridge. Every morning, ask to come here" said Cyeril casually.

"Hemmm ... If there is no brother. Don't come here alone. Ask between Mother or housekeeper at home," Dzoki said to his wife.

"Kan deket Kak Dzoki is not far from home," Cyeril's great-grandson is spoiled and tries to seduce Dzoki.

"Can't!! Brother doesn't want anything to happen to you and our son. More bauk we at home can be monitored by Mother and Father," said Dzoki on Cyeril.

Cyeril just nodded resignedly in compliance with all the rules of Dzoki. Not fierce or possessive but this is how Dzoki keeps his wife from distress and doom if Dzoki is not on Cyeril's side.

Dzoki's hand stretched out and rubbed gently with his thumb. There was the rest of the seasoning still stuck under Cyeril's lips.

"If you eat slowly. Nothing is worse than an apron everywhere like a child," said Dzoki smiling anxiously at Cyeril.

"Ekhemc ... Makqsih Kak," jawba Cyeril shy.