
"Iangggg... This is crazy, crazy, crazy! Masa the cupu wants to marry doctor Indra!" marissa shouted in haste while stroking her already very round stomach looking for Arya in the study.
For the sake of blessing someone who is considered her husband's ex-boyfriend, Marissa willingly took the baby who was ready to be born this month with fatigue even with a waist that she made linu.
"Who's Cupu, honey?" arya asked immediately got up from her seat and ignored her laptop screen that was still on displaying dizzying data.
Arya helps Marissa get to the couch and get her there.
Marissa gave her husband a thick, gold paper. Arya read the contents of the paper. Apparently it's an invitation to Indra and Arista's wedding.
Arya surprised. How did they finally get married? This is good news dong!
"Why is your face like that? You don't want to finally get married?" ask Marissa jealous.
Arya thinned her lips while shaking in disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with you, my love? Why is it that you are always jealous, jealous and jealous of Arista? You alone will know that we were both of these from the beginning just suhabasan."
Arya noticed his wife's messy appearance and then helped him tie his frowny hair. Next to the unravel, one is bound. Very not funny.
"Whoever is jealous, iuuhh." replied Marissa prestige.
"If you're not jealous then what's the reason you say that?"
Marissa shrug her shoulders. Males and indeed prestige if Marissa discuss the reason why she behaved so. But Marissa's mind and mood were still agitated, still struggling.
"But you're sad that she's married?" ask Marissa again.
Arya's head bobble. "Why should I be sad? I'm glad he finally got married. Especially with Indra's doctor."
Marissa looked quickly at Arya. The hair that had not been tied strongly was immediately released and returned to a mess.
"Why go with Indra's doctor? If you are not happy with others? If Arista marries someone else you will fret restlessly, so?! Continue to agree with Indra doang? Da? That so?!"
Cerocos Marissa even made Arya broke. "Why are you so sensi? Of course I'm glad she's married to doctor Indra. Because I knew Arista would be happy with her. Finally he can find the right soul mate who will always love Arista forever until old age. Just like I love you forever. Until old, too," Arya held Marissa's face with both hands and kissed Marissa's lips without permission.
Marissa blushed in shame. Arya could have a change could be as sweet as that.
Waitaminute! Waitaminute! Waitaminute!
But why can Arya be so sweet right again talking Arista?
Suddenly Marissa's face that was smiling sweetly suddenly turned wry.
"You are nyebelin!" marissa suddenly confused Arya.
The insensitive Arya tries to teach her while tickling Marissa's stomach. "What the hell are you, honey? Wh why? Try the story..do not play go so dong.." said Arya then hugged his wife from behind while occasionally stroking the baby dede that is still in Marissa's stomach.
Marissa was spoiled, Arya kissed her again. Instantly it was also a smile bursting from Marissa's lips as if thousands of flowers were harvesting on her face.
The day changed so fast. Without feeling arrived also the anticipated day is a sacred day for Indra and Arista to anchor their voyage of love.
Marissa set her breath in front of the mirror while sowing blush on the cheeks as a sweetener on her face that was slightly plump due to the effects of pregnancy. His heart was pounding indeterminately. The woman was also confused by herself why did she do that? Who marries who, with whom! Marissa could be groggy on someone else's special day. Is it because this is her first moment to come out and mingle with many people as the legal wife of her beloved husband?
Marissa remembers the events of the past. If you gather or attend an event rarely he takes Arya. If you come together, there is certainly no friendly word, if forced, all just pretenses.
But this time it's different! Marissa can really show her love in front of the crowd let alone the results of their love produce evidence of her big belly.
A moment! Marissa thought hard. Ih, so very ngartis well he, could-can think so at someone else's wedding. It was Arista and Indra's wedding party which was attended by a large family and close relatives and colleagues only. Anybody know Marissa, right?
"E-eh but right, I'm a selebgram! Who doesn't know Marissa!" her chirps were grinning in front of the mirror while observing her appearance.
Marissa was ready for the makeup. He also made sure the wedding gift he would give was wrapped neatly. Parents and in-laws are also dressed up and will go to the wedding. They won't go to the same party. Unlike Arya and Marissa, they will go to the wedding of one of their acquaintance's businessmen.
"You guys are leaving right now? What time is the party?" ma'am Aga asked in the mirror of the small mirror she had brought.
"Four 10 parties start, Ma," Arya replied checking her watch.
Marissa walked while being embraced by Arya while one hand held the wedding gift they had prepared.
Today is Indra and Arista's wedding day. Coinciding with the wedding invitation from the acquaintance of the circle of businessmen Papa and Mama.
Everyone seemed bothered to get into their cars for the sake of chasing time, but something suddenly happened. Marissa felt a strange feeling. His stomach suddenly mules amazing. He even almost fell lying around if not held back by Arya.
Marissa was goosebumps when her feet were watered by the water she knew where it came from.
"Arya, Arya my waters are breaking!" marissa's shout shocked everyone to the point of scattering from their car. Unexpectedly, Marissa was ready to give birth right now! This is far from the predictions of doctors who say she will give birth in about two weeks.
Arya might try to calm down and then lift Marissa's body into the car.
He forgot a while ago that they were going to his best friend's wedding. Right now what Arya has in mind is how she can save her wife and prospective baby so that timely get action in the hospital.
Without a second thought Arya is taking Marissa to the hospital now!
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