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Hot taste in Waist

A few days passed, two mothers some days were already quite hard at work in the kitchen, and also fought with the oven.

From last night Syafeera was really uncomfortable, her waist dominated the ache and heat, even Aydan had frothed her like the previous nights, but failed.

Even if Syafeera sleeps it is only a matter of minutes... After dawn, Syafeera fell asleep, and then in Aydan's lap after performing the morning prayer.With Aydan's faithful hand stroked Syafeera's back, like a father who was sleeping his fussy son.

At Seven in the morning Aydan woke up, drowsiness he still felt, but however there was a responsibility on campus that he had to fulfill. Syafeera is still asleep,.Aydan deliberately did not build it, there is a sense that Aydan can not describe seeing how Syafeera all night difficult to sleep, a sultry feeling in his body, a sense of heat and aching on his back.

Finished preparing Aydan kissed Syafeera's head very slowly, not wanting the wife disturbed her sleep.

"Where's syafeera, son..??" ask Mother Syafeera

Aydan also told what Syafeera experienced overnight, so deliberately did not wake him up.

"that's how pregnant den, especially near the time of delivery, pain in the waist will be more often felt" said the mbak while putting breakfast menu this morning

"huuftt.." Throwing out his coarse breath there was a sense of worry engulfing him.

"have already left, there we are here." said the mother as if to know the worry that her son felt

Finish breakfast Aydan also headed to campus, after saying goodbye to his mother.

Almost nine hours Syafeera regained consciousness from her slumber, writhing small.

"Wake up...??" ask mother

"mas Aydan where's Bun...?? how can you not see??"

"i'm leaving early in the morning, there's an hour in the morning he said.."

"astagfirullah already want nine hours Bun,." said Syafeera shocked when he saw the clock on his cellphone

"Said Aydan all night you can not sleep, so he did not want to disturb you and ask mother not to wake you." replied the mother

"Have a bath if that's Bun.."

"Yes, breakfast will come down.." Syafeera nodded

After Syafeera was finished down did not know her hijab, her hair in Cepol.

"breakfast used to be non.." said the mbak

"iya mbak... where are the mothers..? the feeling just now from the room sya" asked Syafeera when not looking at her two mothers

"Readily non...."

Syafeera seemed agitated, briefly sitting, briefly standing while continuing to stroke her waist

"why not....??"

"how many days has my waist been sick mbak, pegel, hot.."

"there's been no sign of slime out yet non..??"

"mucus...??"

"yes non, there is usually a little mucus spot like blood that.." asked the mbak, there is a sense of worry that mbak felt

"there is no mbak. kmren check the position of the head is already below, and innate want to urinate more often.."

"what kind of mules do non..??"

"not to mention mbak, still a very hot waist and a very hot pegel.."

Shortly afterwards, a car was parked..

"Assynoltomodel.."

"Waallaikumusallam.." replied Syafeera and the mother together.

"Well, how did you come home??" Syafeera asked when she saw that Aydan said hello, then kissed her husband's reverence

"intentionally, the mas was giving material for a while, directly loving the task, mas not konsen, what about his waist??" ask Aydan to worry

"heat and pegel mas, Sya is all wrong, taken sitting wrong, on the road is also wrong.."

"not what den, it's normal if it's getting closer.. "

Syafeera appeared to grimace while puffing her chest, pressing on her waist area

"why is anyone sick..??" asked Aydan to put down his original laptop

"to the room, yes, bring the fall.." take Aydan and then carry Syafeera up to their room.when he arrived at Aydan's room will lay Syafeera on the mattress but Syafeera refused.

"mas. the title of carpet is in baklon.." Aydan, according to Syafeera's position to the edge of the bed, then Aydan took the foam carpet and in his title on the balcony

Syafeera walked slowly towards the balcony. Aydan sat down and his thighs made a pillow by Syafeera.

Somehow there is a sense of comfort when sleeping on the lap of the husband, whether it is because of the request in Utun.

"why...???"

"like his grandpa wanted to be spoiled by his father..."

Aydan brought his head closer to Syafeera's stomach, chanting Surah Ash-Shaffaat which mentions prayers from Prophet Ibrahim

In the surah, Prophet Ibrahim made help related to his descendants to be given a child as a connector of his proselytization..

So is the hope of an Aydan.Hope later his child will be a child that Sholeh, able to bring good to many people.

Syafeera fell asleep because of drowsiness or because the chant of the verse that Aydan brought so melodious, I don't know only Syafeera who knows, Aydan's smile is engraved, his hands pulled Syafeera's hair to the ears, I don't know, behind that smile was worry.

"Son. If it is time for you to be born, it is time for you to see this world, Jagan trouble your mother yes..I won't be able to feel what your mother is feeling, but one thing's for sure, your mother's a strong, great woman.fought together, son.." a whisper in Syafeera's stomach with tears almost dripping

Syafeera squirmed, and Aydan quickly stroked Syafeera's back, and once in a while her eyes closed Tampa regained consciousness and then woke up again, a domineering drowsiness, but tried as hard as he could to hold on.

But unfortunately it seems to be useless, Aydan fell asleep with his head leaning against the window.

"essstt.." syafeera's voice grimaced Aydan.

"why dear.there is pain.."

"stomach Sya mules mas...I'm going to the bathroom first.." Aydan also woke up Syafeera's body

"help me..."

"no, I can do it..."

"helpful..." Syafeera smiled at her cold husband that would not be denied

Soon Syafeera came out of the bathroom..

"how is it relieved..??"

"your already.. From yesterday it was back and forth to urinate.drink a little already like drinking a gallon of mas kebeletnya..."

"Well at lunch, we'll go down or get it.."

"She wants to eat chicken noodles..."

"Yes.: chicken noodles..??"

"pengen mas.. may ya.." beg her.

"online yes, I don't want to leave you at home..."

"Yes want the same that sells around, do not want to use the application. there is a mother at home.."

"eat rice first, then finish praying mas Carikan..."

"no mas...usual kok at the gate of the complex, now yes.pliiisss.." please Syafeera with her cute expression.

And Aydan can only shake his head. "ok.mas buy it, yes let's go down..."

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