Gala Asmara [Mature From Small ]

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"Dok, whiskey dong son Ara girl what guy?

One. two.. three.. four.. what are five?"

The doctor turned towards Gala who shook her head. The man insisted on keeping everything inside his wife's stomach a secret.

"Sorry miss, my car is still long and many" replied the doctor with a little laugh.

Gala smiled a little, as long as the baby was healthy and perfect she felt it was enough. Whether it's a boy or a perempun, one or a twin it doesn't seem like a problem. Gala only hopes that the labor process that can be counted that day goes smoothly and survived all.

"Later for Ara who is keeled, whiskey spout" she said again with sharp eyes towards her husband.

"Everything is healthy, isn't that much more important"

Ara snorted in annoyance. All the preparations for the baby candidate to win are almost all finished, ranging from clothes, daily equipment, and, baby boxes to knick knacks have been neatly arranged in their rooms in white and blue.

"Yes, it's up to you!"

Ara got off the bed with the help of the sisters and Gala. They returned to the doctor's desk to listen to the message and direction of the woman in white.

"Alright, Thank you, Doc" Gala said as she got up from her seat, not forgetting that she had also extended her hand.

"Together, Sir. Call me if something happens"

"Of course, we'll excuse you"

Ara deliberately walked more slowly until Gala had to repeatedly stop her steps, the man knew if the wife was sulking at him.

"What do you want?" gala asked as they reached the side of the car parked in the area near the hospital entrance.

"Ara wants to fuck. It's so thirsty feeling"

"Don't use Ice" said Gala, who immediately made her children round their eyes.

"What the hell! not very tasty dong" protest Ara, but not at all gubris by her husband.

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"You want to add?" tawar Gala's. They both ate in a roadside car.

"No, Ara wants to eat the others too"

"Hem, Okay. We are ready to slide Young Miss Rahardian" Gala's tease while pinching the heart's round cheek.

"Our son should have his Rahardian name?" asked Ara, a question she really wanted to ask since she was pregnant young.

"hem, yes. Why?"

"Make what?" Ara asked back.

"Yes let me know, if the child is the descendant of Rahardian Wijaya" Gala replied, the two stared at each other with shady and curious eyes.

"Oh, so it's mandatory"

"Ara is ready for a name? it's okay but keep wearing Rahardian yes behind him" Gala soft pinta while rubbing his wife's head.

"Yes, Ara has a name. Make men also women. And kak Ala must not protest with the choice of Ara, Ok" threatened the favorite child of a handsome person.

"Hem, Okay. A little whisper, shall you? " called Gala.

"Oh, No. Just delicious. Let a surprise be born later. Emang kak Ala aja who can maen the secret of the same secret of Ara, Ara can also dong. Ara wants revenge" said Ara, her face so adorable when talking without pause, and it makes Gala want to kiss her.

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As good as the name, it will definitely be in the same plesitin mak Othor so strange strange, Ra!!

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