Bojomu My spirit

Diligent Visits

Almost every day, Tiwi and Bude Lastri visit Arya's house, especially when Arya works, free to want anything with Ajeng, after all the parlors can run better than ever thanks to the collaboration of the Arya and Hikam families.

"When do you estimate, Jeng?" bu Tiwi asked as she chewed.

Ajeng who could only see how he swallowed his saliva with difficulty, the lips of the two people in front of him changed color, he raised his three fingers high.

"Three months?"

"Three weeks, Miss Tiwi. Three weeks away the junior Arya is about to be born, already this deg-degan, do whatever it takes to think repeatedly, afraid of contraction." Ajeng rubbed his big stomach, began to worry, he himself did not know what the flow would be like, although many gave advice and told his experience, Ajeng still pounding. "Mas Arya is not ready to name it, Bu Tiwi same Bude Lastri do not have?"

"Well, isn't he ready for long, Jeng? Kan, know her daughter's a girl for a long time. Is your Arya afraid of having girls?"

Ajeng nodded, she remembered her husband was between happy and anxious to have a daughter, remember how bad he was and how bad he was to the woman out there, just afraid that his son was reaping karma.

Again, Ajeng made anxious, even though pregnant women are forbidden to have heavy thoughts before giving birth.

"Wes, let us think about it later in the orphanage while making a lot of graffiti. The important thing is that you get ready to make a move!"

"What's ready, Bude?" as Ajeng recalled all his equipment had entered one suitcase, he felt enough, just to prepare mentally.

Bude Lastri slightly leaned his body, do not forget the juwet he kept chewing and spent, lucky in the land of Mr. Darma there is a juwet fruit plant.

"What I often hear, Jeng. Towards the day of childbirth it must be a lot of contact, playing bed, it smoothes and accelerates contractions, and the tear will not be too big because it is usually opened as a father!"

Plaque!

Bu Tiwi is correct. "Not a tear, if it's from the mother's naturalia straining and the size of the baby, if it's just making a quick contraction, smoothly do not use the convoluted process!"

Ajeng thought for a moment, the doctor did suggest so, but without the doctor suggesting every night her husband was always a visit, she complained of cramps because Arya diligently visited.

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"Dear, any complaints?" Arya who had just come straight to her knees and kissed the wife's distended stomach.

"This time, want to kill him first, usually if I go home from work, he continues to be greeted, will bales kick, ahahaha ... where is this Papa's son?" he decided to call him young papa. "Where isn't it dibales, hem? Angry, Papa's coming home late, isn't he?"

Dugm!

Ajeng grimaced when the kick from the inside of his stomach appeared, while Arya actually smelled a small bulge because of his son's kick.

"He's fat time huh, Dear. You have a big stomach, what do you eat most of?"

"Most of you pump, ahahahah... Fear, Mas." Ajeng lowered his head, bringing his eyes together with Arya's looking up. "The contract hurts, huh, Mas, he said? Then, if Ajeng enters the maternity room, where are you?"

Arya then stood up, he threw out the fear on his wife's face with a kiss.

"Gue come in, sit next to you until our child is born, a beautiful baby is born into the world, I want to carry it. So, we're gonna get sick together, no alone, there I always am!" Arya unite their lips, long Ajeng yes beautiful too, certainly not in vain care with Ratih ma'am. "Dear, can't you take a shower?"

Plaque!

"Mbok don't do that, when you meet your child smelly, take a shower first!"

Arya chuckled loudly, as the Inner Ajeng had earlier, without being asked by the doctor, Arya was diligent in visiting, unless she was from outside the city, a day off.

"Papa bathe first, can wait a moment right, will be visited, invited to play nice with your mama!"

"Mas, his son is still a child!"

Ajeng raised his hands endak fretting, but Arya first run.

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What is the name of the baby girl Arya?