ASMARADANA CROWN PRINCESS

Season 2's. Chapter 33

Dalilahs.

Mas Jati rubbed my stomach, dipped it for a while, rubbed it again in a swirl while saying. "Salabim is fat!" his joke was lying on my stomach.

I opened my eyes and flicked my finger at his ear. "Hopefully I'm fat!"

Mas Jati chuckled, he looked at my stomach fixedly with a look of a face that thought of something.

Her lips peeked back into my stomach and slowly raised my clothes.

"Shortly, dear!" whispered in a hoarse voice.

I immediately lowered my clothes.

"Daddy says I shouldn't be frequenting org*sme, later miscarriages!"

Mas Jati straightened his body, he looked at me deeply while frowning dislikes. "Before you get pregnant we often do it if not fasting! No problem with your stomach, but now?" Mas Jati.

"Actually who's pregnant, why are you sensitive!" grumbling.

Mas Jati cupped my face.

"You're pregnant, but I'm the one! It's a fair division of tasks, if you don't want to do enough, enjoy the thrill!"

I sizzled then I let the teak pull my shirt up, took off the bra hook and smiled broadly.

I flicked as he saw both peaks of my passion full of interest, his smile widening, then his own embarrassment.

I scratched my head in wonder. I am quite content with this laughable look of hers. Not a look of desire, but jail.

"Why to mas! Is something troubling your sanity?" my insinuations.

Mas Jati nodded in agreement.

Her behavior since I found out I was pregnant young became strange on my own.

My prediction turned out to be wrong, she just wasn't sane when I was pregnant. Makes me restless with his absurd desires, or it could be his revenge for my wishes yesterday-yesterday that made him tremble to resist being annoyed with me. If so, this is bad!

Mas Jati put on a dirty smile, she twisted the peak of my passion. Winding it slowly, pulling it, then occasionally squeezing it slowly.

I rubbed my face, something was missing when he didn't kiss my lips just yet. My lips felt dry, craving a gentle sweep from her warm lips.

This is totally insane. Mas Jati is still stuck there, making my chest gobble up.

I gulped my saliva, wetted my lips and held his hand while it was on my chest. Mas Jati looked at me with a dark and closed gaze.

"It's enough, it's enough."

Mas Jati wears a slanted smile, annoying. "Not yet darling... I still want to."

I shook my head strongly. "It's true only in the gyre!" slowly say. Mas Jati kissed my forehead, put up my bra again carefully.

I looked at him in wonder, why was there no other aggression than just playing around with eyes that glittered with humor.

Oh, geez. Mas Jati was just teasing me.

My clothes are back as intact as before.

"Why not get it resolved? Daddy doesn't forbid us to have fun, just not too often." I protested.

I rested my head on his shoulder as Mas Jati leaned against the head of the bed. Mas Jati took a deep breath, like there was something he thought about today. The day that I and Mas Jati had days full of adrenaline.

"Failed test?" ask her. I hope not, because I want him to be seen as a great man by my family or Arkananta who thinks he's just lucky to get me.

Mas Jati shook his head quickly. "Not yet to come out!" My husband's voice was hoarse and too serious. "I'm just afraid the absurdity of pushing you too deep."

This conversation made me smile. He must be pressing his own ego not to complete his desires.

"But want to?" my many. "If you want to say that you want to, if you're just messing around I can't sleep quietly. My dreams are bad for thinking about you."

I changed the conversation by taking my traveling bag. Perhaps seeing our son who was still as big as a corn seed made her smile sweetly.

"The mother asked for a lot of prints USG our son, he said to make a deposit! Daddy was surprised by my mother's bad side when he asked her earlier, even when Mother thought about how our child would be. Daddy thought hard about how Daddy formed my mother in another sense."

I put the photo USG in the hands of the teak mas, he looked at her with a warm smile. "You're the biggest risk I'm taking back." Mas Jati put her lips gently on my lips. "And the most beautiful gift to me."

***

Mother chuckled to herself as she showed me my childhood photo album in front of Mas Jati and my sisters.

I covered my embarrassed face, astonished to see how many USG photo albums I had when I was a fetus.

As excited as Ayahanda to welcome my arrival in the belly of Mother. I shook my head, realizing my father was very funny with his behavior when young. Only when young. Doesn't apply to now.

Suryawijaya and Pandu exhaled violently, they crossed their faces while looking at me and Mas Jati alternately.

"I'm happy, Bun, I'm going to have a little niece soon! But I'm not happy that your mother loves grandchildren more than I do!" say Pandu full of anxiety.

Me and Jati frowned, Suryawijaya who was about to conspire with him also looked at his sister in wonder.

Mother massaged her forehead, the youngest is still not aware that it is big, already in college, already many girls who like because of his easy going attitude.

"Unfortunately this mother is as big as the ocean, so all the parts! Don't be sad, after all, this Mother's granddaughter must be the same as you."

The reflex guide rewinds his body. "Kok same piye to, Bun? What I'm doing isn't me, on-padake me!" pissed off.

"Mother says same yo same, percoyo to!" sue your mother stubbornly.

"Can you conclude so? Her grandson's mother is still in Lilah's stomach! No nose yet!" seruku.

"Look at you, ma'am! Pandu is your duplicate male version, while mas Jati, bojomu, similar behavior Pandu as well. Serious but relaxed. So can you imagine how this next generation will be, Ma'am, Mas, Ndu?"

The three of us threw each other a questioning look. Pandu who became the accused person in this case rubbed his face, feeling the accusation Mother was right.

"Kasian yes mas our child, just one month older in the cage has been predicted like Pandu, must be funny nyebelin!" my spoken.

Mas Jati nodded in agreement, he looked at Pandu who was glaring at him. "What!"

Bimo who had just come from the kitchen brought warm tea for the six of us.

I smiled happily. The tea made by Bimo slalu is very strong. Fitting, sweet, bitter, warm as make.

"Maacih, Mrde Bimo." I said cheerfully. Bimo nodded and returned my smile.

Mas Teak cleared his throat, he stretched out his hand to take the teacup for you. "It's hot, be careful!" said defensive.

Everyone stared at Mas Jati in surprise. He is too sensitive to anything that offends him. Whether it was intentional or not.

I am now also careful in acting, especially when chatting with my cousin group. Arkananta remains the most enviable male after Bimo.

I should adore him to keep him calm. Really, a man's cravings are weird. It looks bad, but it's also melodrama. Anyway I'm dizzy myself with this pregnancy. It's complicated and I just want me who's not in teak time.

I smiled a gentle smile and received a teacup from him. "Thank you, my dear." I said spoiled.

Mas Jati cleared her throat, her hand embracing my shoulder, as if giving an explanation of her position as my husband.

Bimo smelled a smile. "Warm sweet tea is your favorite drink, Dek!"

Duarrr. The bomb exploded instantly.

Mas Jati forcefully pulled the tea cup made by Bimo and placed it on the tray loudly, she pulled my hand to quickly leave the living room.

I turned to look at Bimo with a warning look. I swear, get him in trouble. Do not know what if this teak mas mood again playing swings.

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