Babysit Wife Candidate

Come On, Boy!

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Instead of looking for ideas to persuade Kartika, so they can bring Najwa to stay. Hideo devours his angel, so Ameera is now helpless behind his blanket.

Her beautiful eyes stared intently at the man whose sturdy back was exposed. With a facial expression made ketus, Ameera was eager to scratch the watados of the man who had the title of her husband.

However, the look of his face even more makes the mature man's passion burned again. The man with his jaw slightly overgrown with fine feathers, began to move closer to the woman who was staring at him sharply with pursed lips.

"You're mad at me, hem?" ask Hideo pretend to be stupid.

Ameera was just silent with the same expression.

"What's so angry, there's no horror?"

"It's adorable this way" he said again, pinching Ameera's split chin. Somehow he was more crazy about the body containing his wife.

Ameera brushed off the burly hand, raising her blanket that had sagged a little.

"What!"

"There, ah!" throw him out with round eyes.

"In invited to find ideas, even work on rice fields," ketus Ameera with a slap.

"Paddy?"

"What is a rice field?" asked Hideo who was confused by the language his wife said.

Ameera rolled her eyes lazily, she forgot to use the words baku if she was upset like this.

"Ask to Mbah gugel there!"

"I'm gonna take a shower, again. And, all because of hubby," decak Ameera made Hideo chuckle until his body shook. He only understood now why his wife's face was suddenly so funny.

"Well, can you give me that Mbah gugel's phone number?" hideo asked innocently, making Ameera throw a pillow at his face.

And the man chuckled to the ground.

Really pranking his angel it makes his mood rise instantly.

Duh, Hot daddy naughty yes same mommy.

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The lab is empty, while the storage space is only monitored by a few special guards. But, this young man with an Asian face was still at home with his white robe.

The long fingers sometimes dance on the keyboard which is very large. Sometimes he was just busy touching and sliding the transparent screen in front of him.

(Have a look at Andra's lab, like Tonny Stark the Iron Man)

Actually, the tip of his heart misses that smile and laughter. The ignorant figure inside him wanted to rush out immediately, teasing the only victim who would make him spin to a stomachache.

Andra dropped her rough butt, on top of her padded swivel chair. Take off the glass that frames his eyes, then massage the base of his nose.

Why does he run away from reality?

Why would he avoid a figure that would soon leave his side?

Thinking about it makes the nape feel heavy and the base of the head pain.

Eleven years, not a short time. That togetherness had created a special space in his heart. Making the figure spoiled Najwa, accidentally is the only girl who is special and meaningful.

Because the presence of Najwa has crossed out unforgettable stories and experiences during his life.

"Come on, boy! Najwa stays on this planet right, and you can still meet him" Monologue Andra told himself. He spoke while twisting his chair with his foot.

"OKs. I'm home."

Andra then stood up, opened his cloak and hung it, then snatched the key of his four-wheeled vehicle.

He walked quickly, as he had decided to make the most of the rest of his time with Najwa.

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It looks like he is riled up, visible from his breath and also his body gesture.

The sound of a car horn from outside his house, he rushed to tie the origin of his damp hair, then put on his wide khimar.

The woman opened the gate, and the black car entered the garage.

Rushed back into the house, to make a warm drink for his first son.

Andra, entering the semi-ethnic house after putting her shoes on a special shelf. Say hello and then to the clean kitchen. Because the answer is a greeting from a woman number one in his life it comes from there.

He approached the middle-aged woman who still looked naturally beautiful, kissing her hands and her two thin cheeks.

"Now, drink first. Outside the weather was quite windy all day," he said gently, handing over the mug that released the hot steam.

Andra then sat down and began sipping the hot chocolate slowly, pouring it into a small plate. Leave it for a while until the hot steam is not too steaming. That's how to warm a hot drink. By pouring it into the place of the ceper not by blowing it. Or, maybe you can fan the drink.

"Someone wants, Umma is talking to you" said Kartika he had sat next to his son's chair.

Andra immediately turned her head, staring fixedly at that pacifying face. The figure who had sacrificed so much for the three of them.

Maulana and Najwa.

Until, Umma had no time to think about himself. Put aside his personal affairs. Rejecting dozens of men who want to propose to her.

Moving from one city to another.

"What's up, Umma?" andra asked, he could catch the anger. However, he could not guess what was on the mind of the umma.

" How about we, get Najwa closer to them?"

"In order to slowly, a strong chemistry is awakened. Before the fact finally revealed who the real Najwa was,"

"What, according to Brother?" kartika in one breath.

Andra was unknowingly gaping to hear the way Kartika spoke like that. Kartika pushed her chin, clenching those two sensual lips.

"It seems ordinary, can you?" anxious Kartika with the face in front of him. Though his age is fitting if you have a prospective companion.

What power, Andra prefers robots to beautiful women.

Kartika shuddered in horror suddenly, her entire body goosebumps. After all, Andra could only open up with him and Najwa. With other women, he always keeps boundaries and closes himself.

Afterwards, Kartika shook her own head, throwing away her ugly thoughts. Because he was sure, the knowledge of religion that Andra had made him understand that marriage was one of the sunnah that was highly recommended by Rosulullah.

Andra was increasingly confused by the unclear behavior of the woman who had given birth to him.

"Umma why the hell?"

"Study continues to rumble?"

"Do you need to recite the verse of the chair?" seloroh Andra so make a vegetable centong landed on the tip of his head.

Pleased!

"Young, Umma!"

"Sick, deh," Andra protested while wiping the area that seemed to be bumpy due to the shock of the fierce umma.

"Sopan anyway! In the word, Umma slingshot what?" annoyed Kartika still by brandishing the melamine barrel in front of Andra's nose.

"I feel the cake sangkuriang deh, Um," Andra's joke makes Kartika more anxious to make it.

"Seriously why si, Bang," Kartika's sulk, because Andra's ignorant nature likes to come out not knowing sikon.

"Okay, two rius. Oops!" Andra immediately cupped her lips with a glass coaster.

Seeing her umma eyes glaring, she shrieked instantly.

"Where should we ask, Ameera to ask Najwa to stay at their house?"

"They must have agreed to it, Um,".

" Umma guess so too, surely they have a clue,"

"Because Umma admitted that Najwa was my daughter, while Najwa called you uncle,"

"I know, Um. Mr. Hideo must have known about our family,"

It's just that they're holding back, for respecting our feelings,"

Finally, the two people who were exchanging thoughts fell silent.

When they heard footsteps approaching them.

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