EPOCHS

Chapter 27

Hello hai-hai, see you again with me. The girl who used to be spoiled and now is still spoiled, wk wk wk. Oh no, I'm kidding.

Now I have become a mature person, yes, although still like spoiled husband he he. But can you please spoiled me with Mas Al? Yes, we are legitimate!

I can cook, clean up nimble too. Uh, a change I'm really looking forward to. I learned to cook with Mama and Mama. Sama Mas Al also often, hi hi hi hi.

I'm back to the topic, afraid of her you guys drool read my graffiti, hush!

Okay, today I was in one of the boutiques in Jakarta. What do you want to get to the boutique everything? Huh, this is my husband's idea, Mas Al! He invited me to buy a new dress to attend Praspa show my twin brother, Kenzo. 

I have a lot of clothes, but nothing. Wh why? Because I'm pregnant, tadaaaa!

Don't be surprised, I have a husband. This is the real pregnant child of her, not someone else's child!

“What is this, baby? This is good, keep the size is also large.” said Mas Al for the umpteenth time. Eh btw, since when did Kinza change his call to Al so Mas? Curious yee? Okay, a leak from me.

Since the beginning of pregnancy, Mother told me to change the call to Mas Al. He said, let's look more friendly, especially if I want to have children. Actually I doubt it, a little awkward too. But long ago ko habit, I even so like to call ‘mas’ to him.

By the way, it doesn't feel like I've had four years of marriage with Mas Al. Nothing has changed, Mas Al and I are still together. Precisely getting sticky especially since the presence of the baby boy who is still in my womb. Auw, the more harmonious my relationship with him. Yes, even though there are things that make us argue small. But it's okay, that's what marriage is called.

Thank God, I am so grateful that my college is over. A few months ago I worked for a novel publishing company, but Mas Al told me to quit. We decided to go through a pregnancy program. But it doesn't stop there, I also write works when I'm bored. It's pretty much already published and I splashed money, wk wk wk.

At the age of 22, I was pregnant with our first child. I was eight months past two weeks. He had to wait about two weeks before he was born. Okay, I'm gonna be a young mom wk wk wk.

“Honey, how come it's just?” a voice that belonged to Mas Al. Duh, just disturb this young Papa candidate. I'm so good at storytelling, hush!

“Eh, iii–iya, try here I see, dear.” reply I'm touched.

“Where, good right, baby?” ask her again. I took the shirt out of Mas Al's hands.

“Good, Mas. In a moment yes, I want to try it first, who knows it fits in my body.” said I moved from the boutique chair. Then my footsteps headed to the dressing room.

Also a choice of Mas Al. Her clothes are nice and fit on my body. The color is also very suitable, not too old, and not too young. It suits young people like me.

I came out of the dressing room with a shirt attached to my body.

“Where, Mas?” ask me for Mas Al's opinion. He who was choosing clothes immediately turned his head towards me. Her pitch-black eyes were immediately fixated on seeing my body wrapped in her chosen clothes. Fascinated yes Mas, ha ha ha ha.

“Good darling, very suitable on your body. Beautiful he he he. So how, want to take that one?” ask Mas Al softly. I nodded briefly after that changing my clothes back.

After sorting out the clothes, Mas Al and I finally decided to go home. Uh, he said he was afraid I was tired. Even though I was taken by the road, let alone shopping like this. My socialite soul thrashed he he he he. But that's okay, the clothes I bought were not just one, but a lot.

“Buy young coconut first yes, Mas. I again want it.” said before finally our car drove. Mas Al who finished putting on his seat belt immediately turned his head towards me.

“Iya dear, in the fork of the road we buy, yes.” said his super soft while stroking my distended stomach. I smile, I feel so good.

Our car started driving, a few yards from the boutique. There was a young coconut seller, Mas Al stepped on the brake pedal.

“You wait here, yes, Mas aja who came down, you do not need.” his body while spending a hundred thousand money from the wallet. I died, besides the weather is hot again gini. Mending I stayed in the car and sat sweetly waiting for the babang to buy a coconut.

How about the beginning of Kinza's pregnancy? Bumil is usually fussy in the early days of pregnancy. Yep, I'm the same. In early pregnancy, I craved a walk to Bogor Botanical Garden. Almost every week we go there, Bogor–Jakarta.

Entering the third month, I love shopping for toys and baby clothes. Fortunately my husband is a rich man, his money will not run out if only bought it is so, uh arrogant his akuuu, keplak! But it didn't last long, only about two weeks out it stopped. But you know what? The things I bought were very much used. Up to three big baskets. Ck ck ck, extravagant times me, yes.

In the fourth month until now, thank God no cravings strange, most just crab eating crab, cheese martabak, and young coconut like now.

Duh, by the way Mas Al a long time ago, yes. What the hell is he again?

I looked to the side, he was sitting while waiting for the salesman's brother to peel the coconut until the remaining part of his skin. He sat sweetly while continuing to pay attention to the salesman's brother, focusing as much as his Mas!

After a few minutes, Mas Al has returned to the car while carrying my two favorite young coconuts.

“...Sorry long ago dear.” said Mas Al tetiba. I nodded in understanding, I knew it anyway.

“It's okay, Mom, yes you've come home. Can't wait for this maem.” bubuh me while pointing at the two young coconuts.

“Siaaaap, run!”

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Althafariz Ramaditya Aerospace POV

Fyuh, it feels so relieved. I am so grateful for everything I have. Parents, wives, high positions, and baby candidates who are now still in the stomach of my wife, Kinza.

Four years we lived a domestic life full of twists and turns, joys and sorrows, and other feelings. My life has become more colorful, it's like a rainbow. Especially since the presence of our baby candidates who are still in the womb Kinza. Uuuh, our sense of happiness is increasing rapidly.

I'm thirty-four years old, and soon to be the father of the baby Kinza was born with. At this age, my rank has risen to major. Thank God, I'm so glad I. Thankful very much grateful.

We just finished our clothes shopping. His main intention was to buy clothes to go to Praspa Kenzo sister-in-law and sister-in-law for me. But not man's name if it has no lust. Yep, my wife and I even bought other clothes even though our clothes were a lot, wk wk wk.

Oh yeah, speaking of Kenzo. Alhamdulillah she has completed her education in Akmil, Magelang. Of course, it is also a pride for me, yes because the average of our family is a generation. Including Kenzo who will soon be inducted.

So today we decided to buy new clothes. Understand, my wife is pregnant. Her clothes were fitting on her body with her stomach growing.

While saying thank you, the smile on his face expands like sponge dough. I kissed her hand gently.

“Thank you too, baby. All this time you have always been patient in facing my bad attitude, sometimes judes, fierce, and not romantic.” reply I interrupted the kiss of my lips on his hands.

She messes, her red cheeks blush making me want to kiss. Ah, this is me.

“Yes, mas, it's okay. I should have said thanks to you. You have also been patient with me, educating me to be a more mature person. I am not spoiled anymore, not crybaby anymore, and I became a more painstaking human.” said his sweet.

Uh, really. He turned into that way because of my blessing as well. Not arrogant or high-minded, the reality is like that, really.

Kinza is a lot of change, the girl who used to be spoiled, now can cook well, clean neatly and deftly, not easily cry. Yes, he became a resilient and multitalent human. I salute her hard work to change, especially when learning to cook. Seeing him fight like that made me more and more fall in love with him.

“Down yuk, mas, I want to try iniiii..” buyar her make me surprised. Most storytelling is what I am.

“...Dear, here is the coconut mas bawain.”

We got out of the car, didn't forget I opened the door for Kinza. Cassian she is, everywhere carry the baby in the stomach. Especially the longer it gets bigger. Huft, sometimes I feel unbearable. I want to change her, let me ask the pregnant one. But dong, I'm not a girl!

Kinza sat on the wooden bench in front of the house, while I looked for a knife to open Kinza's favorite young coconut.

“Tadaaa, young coconut is ready to be enjoyed.” I said after prying a little part of the young coconut.

He was excited, quickly taking the coconut out of my hand. I immediately began to enjoy it.

“Pelan-pelan dear, all for you. Will not be taken people also, kok.” press me gently. Kinza shames in shame.

“He he he sorry yes, mas, his abis is very tasty.” reply to hold the shame. It's okay for me, I'm okay anyway.

“Iya darling.”

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“...Why wasn't I built from earlier anyway, mas”

“...Geez, where hasn't ironed the shirt.”

“... What time is it, we can be late mas.”

“...Where is this shirt, not in the closet. Honey, where's my shirt?”

Can you guess what happened to us?have you? Actually not really. I just purposely made her wake up in the afternoon, just calm down, everything was ready without Kinza knowing.

The grumbling coming out of his mouth makes me want to shit. Yes obviously the clothes are not in the closet, I hang behind the door, wk wk wk.

Seeing him was exciting too. But not exciting when looking at his large stomach, Kasian must walk here and there. Come on, I'll just end it.

“Disini darling, you just have a shower, yes. All of them have been prepared.”, I said as I approached her.

He's pouting, like this angry thing. That's why, but please, I swear he's funny to wear!

“Mas what the hell, like ya make me panic early in the morning gini?”

“Not see me road of distress because there's this baby?”

“Mas has a great heart.”

Racau Kinza while sobbing. Oh my God, I was wrong? That wrong? It's obvious, I can joke around to the extent.

Kinza sat on the bed, her hands covering her face flooded with tears. Alamak, I don't take it easy I swear.

“Darling, hey, mas sorry huh? Mas intention is not that kok.” said me gently while holding Kinza into my arms.

“Terus what? I really like his wife. Make him cry the same silly behavior of you.” his words more sulking.

“Mas sorry yes, dear, please forgive mas. Promise me that I will not repeat it again. Don't cry anymore, my dear, I'm really sorry.”

“...Promise me yes, Mom, don't panic me anymore. Don't work like that anymore, I don't like it!”

I nodded as I continued to rub his back.

“Iya dear, mas promise, already yes do not cry. Now we're getting ready to make it to Kenzo's show. Don't be late, yes.”

He nodded resignedly, after which took off my embrace slowly.

“You take a shower first yes, let the mas ready for breakfast. Oh yes, his clothes hanging behind the door, already neatly ironed.” said me soft.

“Iya mas, thank you very much, yes.” said as he walked towards the bathroom while carrying a pink towel in his hands.

Duh, I feel so guilty. Sorry, huh, Kinza?