AZZOYA
season 2's. 92
Arriving at his luxurious mension Aaron lowers Almira in his bed.
"Darling, do you need anything,?"
"Al's gonna pee,"
Aaron smiled and again carried Almira into the bathroom. Get her in the closet and open her pants.
"By, come out, don't want to pee out if it's still there, embarrassed."
Aaron chuckles at hearing her. Soon he turned his back to Almira.
"Udah is not yet dear,"
Almira poked her lips, while Aaron was still not moving just turned around. Shortly afterwards Aaron heard a sound flowing in his ears.
"Dear to be so cool."
"By..."
Almira whines to hear her husband laugh at her.
"This is Om clean up, baby,?"
"Al can be by,"
Aaron did not comment on Almira's remarks, he cleaned his wife's property and carried her again. Out of the bathroom he finds David in his room.
"You're not polite to come to my room, father-in-law."
"Your daughter wants her mother."
David comes out again from Aaron's room, shaking his head when he sees many of his photos of Aaron and Almira in their room.
Soon Aaron took his wife to the next room, where his daughter's room was.
"Honey she's cute, very cute Al,"
His whispers lowered Almira slowly on the bed.
Aaron also helps Almira unbutton her shirt, and brings out a source of nutrients for her baby.
"Hold Aaron,"
Aaron muttered inwardly as his hand accidentally touched Almira's chewy fruit. Especially when his eyes saw the increasingly large fruit coming out of hiding. His lower body stiffened and twitched.
During this time, Aaron never again saw and held the fruit that became his favorite.
"Darling" said Aaron, raising his hand.
"Aaron you haven't given a name to your daughter yet.?"
Zoya surprises Aaron and Aaron immediately pulls his hand back, he forgets if beside him there is Zoya, almost his hand landed when the chewy fruit came out of hiding.
"What," she asked nervously.
"You haven't given your daughter a name yet.?"
Aaron's sharp eyes see how Zoya gives her daughter in Almira's hands. Staring at the red and petite face that sucks**** belongs to her. He took her....
"Mazel..,"
Huh....
Aaron stood up again, hearing Zoya's voice. Soon Aaron turned his eyes to his daughter.
"I'll give you Arora Jennifer's name, like her nice. Me and Almira are also front letters A so I'll give that name to her."
Zoya smiled, a very pretty name she thought.
"How about baby,?"
"Beauty by, must be rich later Al, beautiful mother huh.?"
Aaron smiled, his wife was really small.
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Aaron dizzy looking for the whereabouts of Almira, waking up he did not find his wife in his bed.
"Al, honey..."
David grunts hearing the sound of Aaron's scream echoing in the mension looking for his wife.
"Why are you yelling,"
Aaron was beaming at David's startling voice. Before long he cursed his stupid and forgotten self. His wife must be in his daughter's room.
"I forgot,"
Tsk...
David screeched and left Aaron inside his room. While Aaron himself went into the elevator to his room.
"Darling.."
Almira looked up at her husband who opened the door to her daughter's room.
"What's by,"
Aaron's hand rubbed a tiny cheek on Almira's lap. Aaron looks in any direction, looking for Zoya's whereabouts.
"Honey, where's mom, huh,?"
"Yes in her room dong by,"
Aaron snorted, he stared in disbelief at his wife.
"Who raised it, baby,"
Almira smiled, Aaron thought his mother was here and helped him. Almira did not answer her husband's questions. But her hand gave her daughter in Aaron's lap.
"Dear same daddy first, mommy wants to go to the room first."
Without waiting for long, Almira came out of her daughter's room.
"Sa_yang, this.."
Aaron's body stiffened and did not wrinkle when his daughter was in his lap. Almira herself disappeared behind the door.
"Honey, oh my God, I hope he doesn't wake up."
Aaron did not shift his body at all, his eyes staring unblinkingly at the tiny face on his lap. His outstretched hands touched his very small cheeks and nose.
"You're so small,"
Aaron gasped as the tiny body on his lap wriggled. Soon his eyes opened and whined. Panicking, her hands trembled in fear as she moved wriggling again on her lap.
"Hus, hus.hush, I won't pinch you."
"Oek.. Oekk..."
Aaron's face grew pale, he was completely motionless, and let his daughter cry on his lap. Shortly after, David approached her.
"Aaron what are you doing stupid,"
Aaron breathed a sigh of relief when he heard David's voice, he turned his gaze to his father-in-law.
"I don't know, she moved on her own and cried. Help me papa-in-law, she won't shut up."
"Obviously she's crying, try hugging her and patting her ass softly."
" How I'm afraid, he's slippery, won't shut up."
David's teeth gurgled to hold back the emotion when he saw Aaron who had missed the fool. She was obviously crying, left alone.
"Yes, pat her ass doesn't have to be hugged"
Aaron nodded in understanding, slowly patting his hand on his daughter's butt.
"Well, he's going to sleep again Aaron,"
Whisper David when he saw his grandson stop whining and close his eyes again.
"Slow down, she'll wake up,"
Aaron replies to David and he nods to David. It seemed like the two of them were more compact while taking care of the tiny baby in Aaron's hands. They don't know if Zoya sees both of them, she shakes her head back to the cooking kitchen.
At the dining table...
"I and Zoya will take Almira to the homeland."
Aaron looked at David sharply.
What does it mean to take his wife and son to Indonesia and leave him. David and Zoya will take them both.
"Just a month, Oma and and her sister miss them. They can't come here, Asraf and Arhas can't stay at school. Almira hasn't been home in all this time either."
David said again. He didn't see Aaron's glare at him.
"I won't let you take my wife. I can take care of him myself, without your help. So don't try to take him away from me."
Zoya sighed softly, upon hearing Aaron's refusal. Besides, he couldn't have forced Aaron to let them take Almira. Almira's got Aaron's rights and he can't force it.
"But if you don't pity him, he's alone here. Anyway if you go to the company who's gonna accompany him in this big mension."
"I told you, I won't let you take Almira."
Prangs....
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