FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Love Songs

“Receive this song, from ordinary people, but my love for you is amazingaaaaaa .. eeeaaahhh .. yyeeeaaahhh .. uuhhhuuuu ..” sounds of shrill from the bathroom, with gendre seriosa.

Ck! I rolled both my eyeballs.

“Zain!!! don't sing in the bathroom!! Not good!!” my yelling.

“Yeeaaaahhh .. yyeeaaahh“ still sounds the shrill, this time with gendre R&B.

Ck! I'm back clucking, why is he?? Today sounds so happy and so happy. Yes indeed, I am also happy, after we got the blessing of all the parents yesterday, it feels like this chest feels very plump.

Honesty can indeed change our mood, at first it was hard to say honesty. But once it was done it turned out to be amazing, the effect it had on our lives.

Kkkrrriieett.

“I fell in love, to you, truly in love, oh what it is” Zain pointed at my face with his hands, while continuing to sing his anthems. While the white towel was still wrapped around her waist, the water droplets from the bath still dripped from her hair and body.

“Zaiiinnn!! you don't sing just” I flick my hand on Zain's face, which is still pointing at me.

“Eeehhheee .. today I am so happy Brother” Zain scratched his nape.

“This is your shirt” I thrust clothes that I have prepared on Zain, including the doraemon bokser.

“Kakak? What is this?” Zain lifts his doraemon bokser into the air.

“That's your favorite thing isn't it?” many confused.

“Is ... Brother, I don't want to wear this again, I'm an adult, the time is still wearing pants motif like this??” sulking. Hih, why her?? What is the blessing of our parents, making it so mature by changing tastes? Ck.

“Yes yes, then which one do you want to use?? People all your pants motive is like that all kok” I approached the closet, then scramble the contents, special on the inside.

“This time,“ I brandished the bokser with line motif, dark color.

“Ish, it's like Gentlemen, I don't like” Zain shaking his head.

“This is all right??” I again held up the sacred object, with a different color and model.

“No no no, it's too mature” Zain flicked his index finger.

“This??” I lifted another bokser.

“No! it was too feminine” Zain shook his head.

“Gosh ... Why is this morning so noisy just because of the daleman??” I snorted, after feeling annoyed with Zain's behavior.

“Ehhheee .. This one aja” Zain grabs the bokser in pink, heart-patterned.

“Ck!!! boy!!” half annoyed I want to pinch Zain, but the one who wants to pinch instead kink and run. I don't want to lose, I'm chasing him. And there was a chase in the room that had been like this broken ship.

“Kakak .. “ that soft, spoiled voice came back to my ears.

“What?” I looked over, and the Baby Boy was struggling in the kitchen door.

“Then again cook do not while maen Mobile, later the cuisine gosong” Zain mendelik, approached me and peek at my phone.

“I will again see Zain” cooking tutorial I brandished my phone, indeed I was watching a tutorial cooking shrimp oyster sauce kok. Make eat My Baby Boy.

“Most if there is a chat in bales also” He mendelik, ugh .. giles long, it feels like nampol, use lips. eh?.

“Yes, Zain” I give.

“Kakak“ call him, while pushing the dining chair tightly attached to the table.

“I want to bring provisions for lunch today,” the door, tumben once he.

“Iya, alright” don't want much protest, I directly agree to his request.

“Zain, today I want to go to the cake shop yes, the house must be a bit late afternoon,” my permission, ugh .. I must always ask permission for anything I will do to my husband. If he can't talk, can he?? What if the boy did not say?? Serem.

“Iya, but do not flirt with the Om that you” he remembers, looking at me with a difficult gaze to interpret.

“Riyan Zain, her name is Riyan, you can call her Big Brother, just like you call me” I don't know, although I was angry at first when Zain picked me ‘Kakak' but long ago I liked when Zain called me Big Brother, it feels different, in addition, he said that the call ‘Kakak’ was his favorite call for me, my baby boy funny??.

“Ish, I still don't like him” Zain flicked his hand.

“Gak can't be Zain, not good, Riyan' will still be our relatives also” explained me.

“Whatever the reason Kakar” ok. Zain's voice began to rise a bit, a sign that I could not argue anymore.

“Alright,” I replied, sitting in front of Zain, grabbing a plate and filling it with rice and side dishes, my work this morning.

“Eeeemmmhhh .. Sister's cooking is more delicious aja” ting, ting, Zain blinked his eyes many times.

“Gombal” I grunt, hold a smile, it feels happy to be praised by my own husband.

“Don't forget to pack for lunch” again the same command.

“Tuh, already I readyin” I pointed to the food that I have arranged neatly in the corner of the dining table.

“Sister, good wife,” Zain chewed his food again.

“Eemmhh ..” I held back a smile.

“Kakak, I went to work first ya” said Zain, he thrust his hand at me, I scrunched my forehead.

“Ask for supplies??” I smiled, when I remembered Zain's old habit, thrusting my hands if I wanted to ask for school supplies, he said,

“Bukan” Zain shakes.

“What?” I asked while raising my lips.

“Salim” answers.

“This” I thrust my hand.

“Ish, Brother who should salim the same I” He keeps thrusting his hands.

“Uuuhhhh ... “ I smiled, grabbed her hand, then kissed her.

“Good wife, sinih” suddenly Zain pulled my hand,

Cup ...he kissed my forehead short, I was stunned, a bit surprised mixed with pleasure.

Zain's cup cup again showered my face with his kiss.

I realized, my cheeks were flushed, Zain used to do this to me, but this time the sensation was a bit different, I don't know, I was so happy this time. Being this close to Zain, spending so much time together, without any anxiety and anxiety makes me so happy.

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