Lecturer Muhammad Attar
Naura's Change

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now the marriage of Attar and Naura has been running for a month, during which time their household looks very Romantic.The two are in the room with Naura who is lying down and cushioned Attar's arms.

"Mas tomorrow entered ngajar ya" asked Naura who was only nodded by Attar.

"Let's sleep" asked Attar and then clasped his wife's body and closed his eyes as well as Naura who returned to hug Attar's body and closed her eyes.

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now the morning had greeted Naura woke up when she felt nausea in her stomach, then ran quickly towards the bathroom, she said, Attar who heard Naura's voice woke up and glanced at the bathroom door that was not closed and followed his wife he was worried because he heard Naura vomit.

while Naura now had a very pale face, she felt nauseous but when she was about to vomit nothing came out just that her stomach felt awful.

"what's up" asked Attar worriedly

Naura simply shook her head and passed out of the bathroom, but Attar who saw Naura's pale face immediately carried her and laid her on the bed.

"Your face is very pale, which one hurts dear" asked Attar gently.

"don't know mas, nausea may just catch a cold" said Naura

"the time is right, the AC is turned off and in the room is also warm not cold" said Attar

"yes, no one knows which direction the disease came from, it has been there, he said today to do it" said Naura with a little weak.

"Mas is not so fretting today, the wife's time is sick even in staying" replied Attar.

"It's a mas, no papa kok anyan soon bi Siti come" said Naura again.

"no, I don't want to be able to stay at your campus for what - why, you've been waiting here" Attar said, then stood up to take eucalyptus oil and again sat near Naura.

then Attar slightly lifted his wife's shirt and applied a little eucalyptus oil to his wife's stomach, Naura who smelled eucalyptus oil was immediately the contents of his stomach wanted to get out his nausea back again.

"mas far from eucalyptus oil, ishh smells bad" said Naura who covered her nose he was confused usually if it was no longer a stomachache surely he always smeared eucalyptus oil on his stomach but why now he does not like the smell.

"Yaudah you rest yes, mas want your cooking porridge" said Attar

"no porridge" answered Naura

"okay, what do you want to eat to make it" replied Attar

"I want meatballs mas" said Naura who made Attar gawk.

"this item is still morning baby, where there is this hour that will open, anyways you are sick again" replied Attar

"but that's the cure mas, so that I don't nausea, he said he wanted to make it" replied Naura pouting.

"The evil one" said Naura lowered her head

"Yes if the meatballs can not be dear, the cooking of noodles is usually the same as porridge" said Attar gently.

"eat porridge yes, you will be sick again" persuaded Attar but Naura did not respond to his words

"Mas Naura is so nauseous, huek huek"

naura's eyes are now watery because usually if she is sick she will be very spoiled by her mother yes even though now there is a husband but it is very different.

"kok nangis the darling" asked Attar softly

"Huaaaa, Naura increasingly hardened her cries Attar was confused by his wife's behavior. he then pulled Naura to enter his arms intending for his wife's cry to stop but in fact Naura was not even more hiccuping.

"has anything wrong" asked the worried Attar and got a nod from Naura, then raised Naura's face to look at her.

"tell me what's wrong" asked Attar

"so mas said he wanted to make food for me, but it's my turn to ask him to bakso mas say can not, if you can not cook yes at least do not nawarin" said Naura again crying.

"Oh Allah, I think because of her sick stomach she cried, but it turns out that just because the desire to eat meatballs was not fulfilled made her cry like this" attar muttered in his heart he rubbed his face then lifted Naura's body and carried it back to the mattress.

"Yes already carikan meatballs now, you are restless first yes" said Attar

hearing Attar's words immediately Naura's smile expands, she is very happy because her desire will be fulfilled while Attar he is confused to find where meatballs so early.

"do you know any meatball sellers near here dear" asked Attar gently

"don't know, I asked him" replied Naura cuek

"okay mas will find" replied Attar and stood towards the walk-in closet to change his clothes after that he came out again and saw Naura who was smiling staring at the screen of her mobile phone, as usual, his work only scrolling tik-tok and without glancing at Attar at all

"why castaga was like he was pranking me" Attar murmured inwardly and took his cell phone and car keys, and was about to get out but he was stopped because Naura called him and turned to look at his wife.

"You changed your mind to eat meatballs" asked Attar who looked very enthusiastic.

"Not" answered Naura

"Oh, then what" asked Attar who looked very patient to face his wife's behavior that suddenly turned very annoying he felt that Naura was indeed working on it now. because for a month they were married he never saw the behavior of Naura as it happens now.

"I want to come" answered Naura and went down and approached her husband

"You will be sick again, just rest" Attar said

"no want, later mas must be in the place of the meat seller later even spread the charm" replied Naura while Attar was really confused with his wife now looks very annoying and possessive.

"then you don't have to go out" said Attar who headed to the sofa and sat down.

"Whatever you want, I know you don't love me" said Naura again crying Attar who saw his wife crying approached him and calmed his wife.

"not that mas do not love you, but make you look very pale nausea now even want to join the mas, mas also confused how you cry this morning" replied Attar who mocked his wife.

"Yes, if you want to join the mas you change clothes first there" said Attar

"huaaa is ashamed of my way because of my appearance like this" said Naura and the louder the cry. Attar rubbed his face he no longer knew how Naura's attitude had suddenly turned into a very crybaby.