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After his return, Faredian, Salak, Mango, Tsrasi and Melon.
Anthony and Pineapple continue their Me-Time by relaxing in the room, the clock shows eight o'clock at night, Anthony now leaning back to the head of the bed, while Pineapple rests his head on Anthony's chest.
"What's the agenda tonight?" ask Anthony to Pineapple.
Pineapple plays Anthony's hair and then starts thinking about what's on the agenda tonight, but fills his head with only sleep and sleep that leaves him unable to think of anything.
"Gaada, sleep, that's it," replied Pineapple advancing his lips five inches.
Seeing that Anthony slightly chuckled then laughed loosely which made Nanas feel confused why Anthony laughed suddenly.
"Bah dead, must be his right brain," Inner Pineapple.
Anthony then stopped his laughter and looked at Pineapple from above. "You know what, you're a BIMOLI-typical,"
"My feelings aren't good." Inner Pineapple is back.
Pineapple exhaled a long breath before asking and was ready to receive an answer to his question later.
"What? Cooking oil?" asked Nanas not knowing with her sweet expression.
"No, but BIbir Monyong Lima senti, aka BIMOLI, I like to see you like this, keep it," replied Anthony who made Pineapple change expression instantly.
Whether you can find where Anthony stands, which certainly Pineapple does not accept to be called so, it makes Pineapple rise and pinch Anthony's waist quickly, making Anthony complain for a moment.
"Udah well Om, please TOMINGSE! Please Mingkem Syedikit," said Nanas walking down from the bed upset with Anthony.
Anthony who saw that only held back a laugh and let out an expression that was difficult to describe, while Pineapple who was about to exit the room became stopped because he felt a kick from inside his stomach.
"See this! Baby Incident Wrong Room, kicked, but how could it be? Last trimester hasn't been, it's hard to explain!" protesting Pineapple again sat on the bed.
"Maybe they both agree with her Papa, that her Mother has the nature of BIMOLI," replied Anthony crawling over to Pineapple.
"Can't you, it's BIMOLI, it's Om! We are not supported," protested Pineapple who still felt the tremors in his stomach. "Oh, my twelve-fingered gut is vibrating, uh I mean my uterus is vibrating Om,"
"Let me, who is talking to Twins A," said Anthony took a prone position with his head in front of the stomach of Pineapple.
"Drama let alone this," Inner Pineapple rubbed Anthony's head which was his head in front of his stomach.
"Hello Baby! You are naughty well, often kicked your Mother, you do not be naughty dong, if you are naughty, Papa can not ration, later if Papa can not ngunjungin you," said Anthony as if talking to a fetus in a pineapple.
"Papa gausah get rations, pity here is already narrow, if plus Papa Minons, we will become mounds in here," replied Nanas imitating the voice of a child.
"Satisfactory answer, you will Papa cldet from the family card before it is even registered." Anthony kissed Pineapple's stomach. "This is not recalcitrant, do not ngerepotin your Mother, do not crave strange, kayak rujak, young mango, cilok, martabak."
"If you can crav him, Apartment, Land of a hectare, plantation, deposits, gold antang, diamonds, online shopping just like snacking, Papa will follow," continued Anthony who made the jaws of Pineapple wide open.
"The Rich!" pineapple's insinuations that make Anthony not care.
"Father, they should be taught to be the children of the rich early on" replied Anthony.
"So much oh perverted!" inner Pineapple.
"Don't be like your Mother, already the daughter of the famous CEO, Her husband Famous Architect, Her father-in-law Real East Entrepreneur, she's twelve countries, she's still a hobby hitchhiking campus wifi, lest you like that,"
The pineapple who heard the absurd chatter was instantly lazy and threw his face the other way, whereas Anthony still continued his fictitious chatter.
Brot!
The voice that shocked Anthony and made Pineapple cheeks flushed red, Anthony looked at Pineapple full of question marks as they both instantly fell silent after the sound accompanied by the noise of stopping brain function.
"Is that the answer to Baby A?" ask Anthony.
"No, that's farting," chortled the whiny pineapple.
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