Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

Soy Milk +

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"You came home at last" said Dimas, opening the door and immediately hugging me.

"Heiii, don't hug at the door" said the spontaneous mother who saw us blocking her way in.

"Wahh .. like the mother has exhausted the contents of this store," said mas Dimas when he saw Mr. Supri come in with a lot of groceries in his hand.

"You want to bring all the shops but your hands are not strong" joked the mother who looks strange to me. Mother is indeed a humorous person actually, but her graceful and polite attitude seems to cross with her speech, so it seems strange.

"Dear beauty, Daddy, buy anything there, honey?" said Mas Dimas while hugging Mayra long enough.

"Let's go, Daddy's body is big..!!!" Moments later Dimas released his embrace. "Let's go, tell me what Mayra did at the Mall?"

"Mayra played on the timezone with Anty, bought a picture book and Mayra was also bought sandals by Uti,"

"Mayra, let's go to Anty's room, let's color in there..!!!"

"Yes Anty, Mayra to Anty's room first yeah Yahh,"

"Every Princess," Dimas mas tease towards Mayra avenged kiss landed on the forehead of the Father.

"Why are you at home? wasn't Mas having business then he couldn't pick us up at the Mall earlier."

"Yes, my business is done. Not long ago either."

"Dimas, I want to talk to you in the room," said the mother replied a nod by Mas Dimas and immediately mas Dimas walked following the mother to his room.

"Directly rest in the room first yes dear, mas soon come," whispered mas Dimas before finally proceeding to the mother's room.

I rushed upstairs until Frista's presence startled me. Somehow he looked at me with an unusual look, there was a clear anger there. I tried to smile to respond to him even though the compulsion was still clearly illustrated.

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And I've been in the room right now until Rumi's mom comes to me.

"What's wrong Mbok," said I felt strange tumben mbok to deliver drinks to my room.

"Non soy milk, this morning my mother asked me to make it," said Mbok Rumi immediately entered and put 1 large glass of soy milk on top of nacash according to my direction.

"Thank you, Mock."

"Yes Non."

Shortly after the door opened, the figure of Mas Dimas with a genuine smile immediately recorded my brain. He walked up to me, immediately sat by me ...

"Have you prayed?"

"Already Mas," I saw Dimas slowly bring his face over my stomach.

"Assalamu'alaikumm sholeh and my father's sholehah" said Mas Dimas' voice then he appeared to chant a do'a that faintly assumed my hearing ....

رَبِّ هَبْ لِي مِنَ الصَّالِحِي

“Robbi hablii minash shoolihiin” [Yes Rabbku, please grant me (a child) which includes pious people]”. (QS. Ash Drafting: 100).

As usual he gently rubbed my stomach, trying to provoke the movement of our two babies, and a stomp again felt in my stomach. Beautiful moments that have always been the taste of haru at the end. I still wash my cool man's head as if having a new activity that provokes his emotions. The love that continues to be imprinted vents an unending Gratitude for the Creator, with a Masterpiece that can only be created by His Resolutions.

He hugged me as usual, a long, warm hug like last night, a hug that spilled out infinite love, peeked and filled the space of feeling in the wisps of the heart. For 1 name imprinted, the name of the lover of the heart who dared to justify me, mas Dimasku ...

"Mas Darling Lyra, although the body does not say for sure Mas always take care of Lyra, Lyra dear Mas right?"

The same question again popped out, I replied to his expression with nods and hugs that I was getting closer.

"Thank you," he said.

He then showered my face with his usual kiss. Until he reached the lips he began to pour more flavor there, and I also reciprocated. Mas Dimas seemed to wash my lips with his fingers afterwards, eliminating the rest of the emotions left behind.

He's directing a massage on my feet now,

"Bumil must be tired after continuing to spin in the Mall earlier, right?"

I nodded as I looked at my husband's handsome face.

"Mother continues to force me Mas and my refusal as if the wind were then for her" I said.

"That's how the mother, if she wants to do something nothing can change her desire.even I think the mother has brought the baby car earlier, fortunately not, because there are still 3 months ahead. Said the pamali people buy baby equipment before even 7 bln," said mas Dimas who was seen starting to stop his massaging activities and sit beside me, I also spontaneously leaned my head on his shoulder.

"Honey ...,"

"Hmm, uh,"

"Have you prepared a name for our baby twins?"

I nodded too, my own?

"Mas will prepare a name for a boy and you have to find a name for our baby girl, how?"

"Okee," I said, and I immediately got a name in my brain.

"I've got a name for our baby girl" I said excitedly.

"Huhh, that fast? we still have 3 months, think of a beautiful name. But don't name your ex..!!!"

"Ishh naughty, I'm not like Mas who slipped the name of the former in the name of his daughter, after all mas forgot, mas also my ex," I said.

"Color is just your name you always remember. Yes there's a name Mas may, but not the other ex," the mas goda dimas back.

"Stop talking about Mayra's name it wouldn't be nice if Friss heard it" I whispered to Dimas.

"Mas doesn't like you saying that woman's name. Come on now say.!!! what name comes to Lyra's brain, if you don't like it. You need to find another name."

"Cheat, the name is ... Diyara \= Dimas and Lyra," I said.

"Diyara .. hmm, not bad."

"Mas agrees??" many ensure.

And mas Dimas seemed to smile and nod.

"Yeah, thank you."

"For the baby boy name, following yes. Since Mas didn't want to carelessly name the first boy Mas," I nodded.

"It's 2 o'clock, you take a nap. I'll check on Mas's work." And I also nodded obediently.

"Haiii Diyara is beautiful Dad, and baby boy looks dad, you help mom bobo ya," said Dimas while kissing my stomach until his eyes suddenly caught something above the nacash.

"What'sthis? where's milk?" ask Dimas.

"It was soy milk, Mbok Rumi who made it at the wishes of the mother," I said.

"Ohh," Dimas immediately drank the milk as much as 2 gulps.

"Hey, why is it that Mas drinks my milk."

"Mas just make sure this milk is true soy milk or not, but this milk is really delicious. Now drink..!!!"

And as soon as the soy milk had run out, I laid my body on the bed at this time, and Mas Dimas continued to sweep my head until I finally fell asleep.

He continued with a report check on his laptop.

A few moments passed ...

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I woke up, my stomach was heartbroken and kept forcing me to give it to the tolilet. But it turns out there was a Dimas mas who was there ...

He was stunned to see me only a few moments asleep seemed to have stood at the toilet door.

"My stomach is heartburn ...."

"You feel it too? Mas already 2x this to the toilet, how can this happen??

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