Gala Asmara [Mature From Small ]

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"Darling, isn't it done yet?" ask Gala who went back into the hotel room.

"Liat nih Ara's stomach is getting bigger" he complained when turning his body.

Gala chuckles, Ara does look more funny with a stomach that is no longer distended even tend to grow bigger from day to day, he had started to get tired easily and often whined because he was good after eating something even though the portion was a little but a few minutes later the young mother-to-be asked for other food.

"Just for a second, come on"

Ara received her husband's hand. She looks beautiful with a white dress that is quite closed even though she does not wear a hijab. Khayangan never touched on the matter even though he knew it was an obligation.

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In such a vast and luxurious courtyard, Gala and Ara would be the queen of a day. Not only business partners and entrepreneurs as well as officials who came but Ara's school friends also became invited guests. It can be ascertained how crowded the hotel building is now.

"Araaa. kangen" cried Merlin, Ara's best friend for three years in high school.

The two hugged each other tightly because they had not met for months. Kiss the left right cheek did not escape the two women did.

"It's the stomach, Ra?" ask Merlin.

"Well, the time is thick" said Ara with a slight sneer.

"Haha, I thought the baso lo cart entered" kekeh Merlin who now looks much more mature.

Laughter they broke, Ara immediately pulled Merlin to the sofa to exchange stories while Gala chose to approach some friends.

Congratulations and prayers continued Gala and Ara Receive, they maim with a happy feeling. Ara also let anyone stroke her big belly including her friends except men.

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The happy day for the couple ended at dinner together. Ara instantly returned to the hotel room even barefooted.

"Here I help open the dress first" Gala said as she turned her wife's body upside down.

Gala slowly unzipped the back of the dress that wrapped Ara's body. The woman repeatedly exhaled rough breath because it began to be uncomfortable even though the material in wear is the best type of famous fashion design.

"Huft, finally! Your son tuh salto continue to alem Ara's stomach. I'm rich running a marathon of ten kilos and back again" his chatter like a string of firecrackers.

Gala only smiled slightly while listening, there was no point chiming in because Ara would usually get angry. Karna in her pregnancy problem Gala is the prime suspect.

"Yes, take a bath"

"Barength?" ask Ara.

"Yes, while I pinched his back" Gala bargained which was immediately asserted by the wife.

Just like other pregnant women, Ara felt a common complaint. Starting from nausea when you wake up in the morning, want this and that, crying suddenly, angry for no apparent reason and certainly also often makes her husband upset.

"Rear row, Ok"

"All of you in front I'm fine" Gala chuckled with her eyebrows raised.

Gala pulled Ara's hand to enter the bathroom, in a state of innocence without anything they were now standing under a warm shower.

"Turn your body, dear" whispered Gala.

The man's hand had started to creep to the back but a few minutes later it turned forward to the densely packed MohMoy.

The sound of sighing escaped just like that.

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Eh... How does it feel better?