Daddy's Choice Husband

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The aroma of spices from fried rice is so striking, the aroma makes Aleta increasingly struggling. Worms in the stomach have begun to call war.

Like a child, Aleta stomped her spoons and forks on the plate.

"Fried rice is ready ..." Malik put the fried rice on the table, with a smile that expands on his lips.

Aleta inhaled the scent, the fragrance drooled.

As Malik sat down, Aleta moved her seat. He sat on Malik's lap. Of course Malik is so happy. His wife should be happy, that's what Malik thinks now.

"Nrt ..." Malik cheered his wife. "Eating a lot?"

Aleta nodded, like this, Aleta did not remember the matter earlier. Malik really helped her. While eating, Aleta's cell phone rang. At first they ignored that tone.

But because he continued to speak, Malik took it. But earlier, he lowered his wife who was sitting on his lap.

"Who?" aleta asked, when the phone was in Malik's grasp

"Dam" answered Malik.

Malik was a little jealous when Dam called his wife.

"Why did he call me?" ask Aleta.

"Where do I know," replied Malik a little jutek.

"Just ignore it, I don't want anyone to get angry if I take a call from him." Aleta insinuates Malik.

Malik is obviously angry, what else if Dam calls Aleta just to ask the news. However, Malik gives his phone to Aleta.

"Let's say, who knows what's important!"

Aleta shook her head, she did not want to make her husband angry.

"Why?" ask Malik

"Leave it." Aleta is lazy, she does not want to destroy the harmony that has been created in her household.

Soon, the phone died. A few minutes later, Dam gave a message. Malik opened and read the message.

"Al, Brother Shiera is in the hospital, she's about to give birth." Fill out that message.

Malik so bad he's already jealous blindly at Dam. Malik finds out that Dam loves his wife Alea. But he is also worried, he is afraid that Aleta still has feelings for Dam.

Not wanting to be a problem in the future, Malik boldly asked his wife's heart.

"Do you still love, Dam?" Malik anxiously awaits his wife's answer.

"What do you mean by your question?" Aleta doesn't like Malik's questions.

"I just want to make sure, do you love me?"

"Do you doubt me?" ask Aleta.

"Honest you! I just don't want to be your impingement, Aleta!"

"For the child I bear, I love you! You deserve love from me, because you are kind and patient with me." Aleta assures her husband, there is no escape in Aleta's heart.

"That way?" Aleta nodded quickly. Malik immediately smiled and hugged his beloved wife. "Never get away from me, no matter what," Malik said.

Aleta let go of her husband's embrace, she looked into Malik's eyes so deeply. The love seen in Malik's eyes was so great to him.

"I love you, my husband." Aleta kissed her husband's lips briefly.

Malik ignores Dam's message, out of curiosity about Aleta's heart. And now that it was answered, he no longer wanted to have blind jealousy in his wife.

"The fried rice is freezing cold if we keep this up. We'll continue later in the room after eating." Malik lowered both eyebrows.

Bugh

Aleta hit her husband's chest.

"Easter!" cibir Aleta's.

"Why indeed? There's something wrong with my own wife, hmm." Malik put his forehead on his wife's forehead.

"Udah ah his vice. I'm still laper" Aleta said, pushing her husband's body.

As Malik was about to feed his wife, he patted his own forehead. Malik forgot the message Dam sent.

Aleta took the phone and read it.

"Could you do it? Kak Syiera content is not enough to give birth. Did something happen to her?" Aleta thought about it. "We go to Indonesia? Tomorrow!" pinta Aleta's.

Malik is confused, he's just coming to work. Time is truant, how is this? Malik seemed to think.

"Why? Don't you want to come?"

"It's not so, honey. I just got a job, what if I get fired?"

Aleta thought there too. Nyari work here is difficult, if settled back in Inonesia he is also confused. He himself is handling several cases here. Aleta decided to go to Indonesia alone.

"No! I'm not letting you go alone. Just tell them we can't go there. I'm sure your brother understands, does he know that you're pregnant too. Let's just pray that nothing happens with Brother Syiera."

Finally, Aleta was in. She had to obey whatever her husband said.

Because from earlier they talked, Malik until he did not realize, the fried rice was eaten by himself.

"Nrt ..." Aleta opened her mouth, hard to be ready to take a bribe from her husband. But the fried rice is over.

"Yes ... Sorry, it's over" said Malik.

"Iiihhh, you are! Who is the laper really?"

But Malik, the man just scratched his head that was not itchy with a slight smile of guilt.

"I made it again, didn't I?"

"Hoo lost its lager if you wait to cook! Just make milk. Chocolate, while you're making milk, I'm gonna take a shower."

Aleta moved out of the dining room. He went to the room.

While Malik, the man immediately made milk according to the request of the wife.

***

"Al, the milk is ready" Malik said right in front of the bathroom door.

Before long, Aleta came out, in a state of using only a towel wrapped around her body, wet hair gives the woman a sense of reassurance. It was the shampoo that burst into Malik's smell until the man inhaled it deeply.

"Was my wife."

Seeing his wife in such a state, Malik swallowed his own saliva.

"Don't pervert!" kekeh Aleta's. The woman walked past her husband who had not blinked her eyes at all.

Aleta grabbed the glass on the nightstand that contained milk, then sipped it.

After that, he turned to the closet to pick up clothes. Before Aleta arrived, Malik preceded her first. To Aleta's astonishment, what does her husband mean?

Malik picked up a shirt for his wife to wear. As for Aleta, she was just a head-scalp.

Malik bucin acute.

"What kind of clothes are you looking for?" From now on, Malik ruffled the contents of his closet.

"I picked it up here last night, but why don't you! Where do you keep it, honey?"

"Gn ..." The woman sizzled, must be what Malik was looking for in a sexy suit.

"I don't want to wear clothes like that!"

"Why? You're beautiful in that shirt" said Malik.

"Beauty ... Mode!" chirped the pregnant woman.

The couple even argued about clothes. Though wear any clothes Malik can do if he wants. Just open it, easy!

"But I want you to wear clothes like last night baby ..." Malik was clinging to his wishes.

"Don't wear clothes!" furious Aleta.

Hearing that, Malik's eyes grew even more radiant. As for Aleta, he looked at her with carelessness.

Definitely staying up again tonight.

Seriate.