(Not) Old Friday

Happy Birthday Anniversary

The days pass so quickly. Nayla's pregnancy has entered her third trimester. He's getting tired faster. His daily activities are just college. Nayla has also started collecting material for the thesis because after giving birth she intends to immediately submit the title of the thesis.

That night, Nayla was still sitting leaning against the headboard while playing her phone.

"Honey aren't you asleep?" ask Reka. He climbed into the bed and laid himself down next to Nayla.

"So soon, I'm talking about the same thesis as Fara."

"You take it easy, thesis problem I can help. I could be your ghost writer." The designer took Nayla's cell phone so she could get some rest.

Nayla just sneered, "That's cheating." Slowly Nayla settles down. "But papa don't let it finish quickly." he continued again with a laugh.

He laughed at his wife's answer. His hand is now stretched out rubbing the stomach that is increasingly bulging. Even his kick was already noticeably getting tighter as Reka touched it. "Less two months. I can't wait to meet."

The round stomach was instantly irregularly shaped when there was movement from within. "That's golden. Very active."

Nayla's hand followed Reka's swipe on her stomach. It feels very adorable when the prospective baby moves actively in the stomach.

It is not enough just outside the negligee, Reka uncovers the short negligee and then kisses Nayla's stomach. "Since it's still in the stomach, Papa has been very affectionate with you. Later when it's born, play with Papa ya."

"Mas, tickle me. Habit of."

"It's so exciting, baby. Tuh, kicked again." The designer still kissed the stomach but a few seconds later it wasn't just the stomach she was kissing. The lips came down and kissed the smooth pa ha Nayla.

Nayla just closed her eyes feeling the swipe of Reka's tongue. His hair immediately stood up and creeped all over his body.

"Mas, tickle me. Camouflage just now teased his grandfather, it turns out his father wants."

The design was just a horse-drawn hoot and then raised its head. "It's a week, baby. Come onl. Just a little bit."

"Just a moment, Mas. My body is tired easily."

"Yes, I'll be incandescent."

Nayla just resigned to the treatment of her husband. Those gentle touches finally managed to provoke Nayla's passion. That delicious voice began to sound.

The scheming smiling design. He made sure Nayla would not reject his wishes. He slightly shifted Nayla's body over on the bed. That innocent body with a bulging stomach was so very tempting. Moreover, the two pieces of syntax that increasingly look contained.

"Sexy once." muttered Reka who made Nayla blush embarrassed.

"Fat gini, where there's her sexy."

The design just laughed crisply. He undressed all his clothes until he saw the muscles that always managed to make Nayla tempted.

He stood on the side of the bed and opened Nayla's legs.

"Mas, I'd like to give you his position."

The laughter re-expelled on Reka's lips. "Let's be born soon." The designs began to rain down on Nayla slowly, gently and soulfully. Occasionally in the rubbing of Nayla's stomach which also vibrates along with her movements.

Their legitimate voices are getting louder and more understated. Feel the rising heat.

The hot air increasingly filled the vast room until sweat soaked their bodies. Moments later Nayla's body trembled several times as she reached its peak.

"Behold dear." The design rubbed Nayla's stomach which felt tight while accelerating her movements.

"I love you, Nayla." Design to the end of its release. He set his severed breath even though it was only short, but it was very pronounced.

"Mas, go to the bathroom."

Reka lets go of herself and grabs Nayla's body and holds her.

"I can walk on my own. He was still afraid of falling." Nayla holds onto Reka's shoulder.

"Wear the shirt first." The designer took Nayla's negligent dress and helped her get dressed.

"It's so tired." Nayla lays herself on a special pillow for pregnant women. He tilted his body to feel a gentle massage on his waist.

The designer massaged Nayla's back then slowly descended to her waist. Because that's all Reka can do when Nayla complains tired. If only he could replace Nayla's tiredness, let him feel it.

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"Darling, come. Are you ready yet?" ask Reka to Nayla who was busy with her makeup.

"After Mas. Since I was pregnant I couldn't dance gini."

The designer walked over and hugged Nayla from behind. "Udah, pretty gini. You're more beautiful naturally."

Nayla turned herself slowly in front of the mirror. The long floral dress with long sleeves looked very pretty on Nayla's body.

"Perfects. What a beautiful mummy." She gently rubbed Nayla's stomach while kissing Nayla's cheek. " Happy birthday dear. Hope everything is good until the time of birth."

Nayla nods. "Yes, amen. The feeling from last night has been said birthday deh Mas."

"No papa, because it's your first birthday after we get married. I'm sorry, I can't give you anything."

Nayla's two eyes immediately glazed over. He rubbed Reka's cheeks while staring into her two eyes. "Everything that Mas Reka gave me was more than enough. Hopefully the foundation that Mas Design is useful yes."

"Yes. Yuk. Do not let the same Mr. Mayor, Mr. Camat, and Mr. Lurah." She smiled at the end of her sentence.

"Is there important fathers too?"

"Happy darling. Mother also has left since the same Mother."

They both got out of the house and got into the car. A few moments later the car drove.

Along the way Nayla's chest was unceasingly pounding. What was the inauguration event like?

Moments later the car stopped in the parking lot. There are already several sedan cars lined up there.

They both got out of the car. Nayla circulated her gaze, the extraordinary school was quite spacious and consisted of at least 10 classes with a spacious field that now had a tent with well-organized chairs facing a small stage. On the edge of the place there is also a buffet dish.

"Darling, you sit down first. I want to coordinate with the host first."

"Where's mom?" ask Nayla.

"Yes, I'll call you mother." Reka leads Nayla to sit in the front vip chair. "Wait here, just for a second."

Nayla nodded her head.

After Reka's departure, there were several ASNs who came and sat near Nayla.

Nayla just smiled but her gaze stopped on one of the brown-clothed mothers she knew. Nayla's mood changed drastically.

"Nayla why are you on this show? You didn't get the wrong seat?"

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Mommy may have the wrong show... 😂