Happy After Divorce

CHAPTER 31. COUVADE SYNDROME

The throbbing on both sides of Dinar's forehead, making the pregnant woman have to be in the apartment all day. How not? His mother was declared difficult to take abroad, when evaluated by the doctor who handled. So what if it's like this? Dinar is impossible to remain in Indonesia.

"Okay, plus and minus, obviously. It was hard to deal with many people," the monologue Dinar sounded almost squealed in annoyance.

TING! VAT!

The doorbell of the apartment echoed, Dinar just suddenly glanced towards the entrance. Who else came to disturb, Dinar? There is no way both of his best friends, both of them will send a message to Dinar if they want to stop by the apartment.

The sound of the bell re-echoing, there is no way a prankster. Dinar inevitably got up from his sitting position, stepped out of the living room sofa area. Move towards the apartment door, as usual. Dinar will choose to peek in the door hole, afraid of people he does not know.

"Dinar! The dinar!" the call of heavy intonation called out his name.

Dinar clucked in annoyance, Dinar's hand grabbed the door hinge. Open it slowly, leaving only a small amount of open space. The head of Dinar poked behind the door, glancing lazily at the young man's crazy neighbor.

"Are there no days without bothering me?" ask Dinar sewot.

The grouchy expression of Dinar was very upsetting, this is what Mark liked. It feels more disturbed the more fierce, look more beautiful. Mark grinned, and raised the expensive bottle of wine he was carrying.

"I just got a few bottles of wine, it's really good to taste. Better than the last time we drank wine together, I think you should taste this one wine," Mark said, sounding long, as if promoting the product in his hands.

"No, and thank you," replied Dinar, refusing outright.

"Eh! Hold on, dong. You don't have to be afraid, this alcohol level is not as hard as it was at that time. Warm up, so no need to worry," said Mark, again heard.

Dinar even gave a sharp look at Mark, this man why so noisy and disturb the calmness of Dinar. As if always knew when Dinar was in the apartment, and when he was not there.

"So, I can't drink wine right now" Dinar said.

Mark panicked, quickly holding the door to the apartment that was about to close. His thrust slowly inward cautiously, timidly the woman had instead fallen down due to his sudden action.

"Hey! I can report you to the security below if you force your way in like this!" Dinar shouted in annoyance, his patience was running out.

Dinar energy is of course inferior to Mark, a man with a well-built body filled, both sides of the arm muscles that look hard. Mark grimaced, not knowing how.

"I want to eat fried rice, please make me fried rice, yes!" Mark is welding on Dinar, he's hungry.

Unfortunately this taste is strange, it is difficult for Mark to fill his stomach properly. Fine food at a five-star restaurant, suddenly tasted bland. Tried cuisine at street vendors even not suitable, suddenly he thought to ask the lover of heart make him fried rice.

"If you're hungry, buy it at a restaurant. I am not a fried rice seller," Denar refused, his forehead wrinkled.

"Udah, I've done everything. But nothing fits on the tongue, always vomiting early in the morning. In the afternoon it wants sour, sweet, spicy. It's a hard night to eat, please. I wouldn't be like this if I didn't have a hard time" Mark replied, explaining to Dinar.

The pupils of Dinar's eyes were enlarged, it was indeed not in such a state. Innate pregnant women are indeed different, Dinar thought if the child he is now pregnant does not bother him. He can sleep comfortably, eat well, then smell various perfumes without having to be nauseous.

Don't-don't. Couvade syndrome, wow! Dinar doesn't believe the father of the fetus has couvade syndrome. It is rare to see men experience it, Mark Louis even experienced something like this.

"Oh? Ah, yes," said Dinar surprised. He glanced at Mark, pitying as well. "Then it's okay, I make it. For once, I'm not your advocate. This is enough for me to make the food you want, Mr. Mark. After that look for other ways to fill your stomach," said Dinar relented.

Mark nodded enthusiastically, Dinar heaved a rough sigh.

"Thank you, Honey," said Mark, getting a sharp delicacy from Dinar.

"Please sit quietly on the couch, ah, no. You can go back to your apartment. If the cooking is finished later I will deliver," said Dinar, it's good Mark returned to his apartment. While Dinar makes fried rice.

Mark nodded quickly. "Can't be so dong, I'll be in the kitchen looking at the cooking dinar. Relax, I won't be naughty. Sit still in the chair, I promise!" Mark again put on a hardened face. Like a child who is asking to be made favorite food.

Dinar clucked violently, at least he could only petrify Mark like this. Thank goodness this man is not aware, if he is experiencing couvade syndrome.

"Yes, that's it. Sit quietly while I cook." Dinar swung his footsteps towards the kitchen.

Mark nodded, he followed Dinar's footsteps from behind. He likes to be on this woman's side, it feels so peaceful. Let's stop at the dining table chair, facing towards Dinar. He put the bottle of wine he brought to the table. His forehead is crinkled small, as he vaguely remembers the silhouette of Dinar and****** cryptic. His head was dodging quickly, there was no way Dinar and himself would sleep together. Dinar is too alert, so what does that wet dream mean? Is it because Mark thinks too dirty?

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Almost Anjani squealed a little, when his body was slammed into the kitchen wall behind the house of Damar. The scent of the stinging rose perfume instantly sniffed into his lungs, Anjani's head looked up. His eyes widened to find who was now cornering him, a slanted smile imprinted.

"Life is happy now, heem," he said in a scornful tone.

"Le—let me go, sir! Later Bu Amira look," Anjani's great-grandson stuttered.

Jaka sniffed around the woman's neck, it felt like just yesterday Anjani was riding herself with heat. No matter how many weeks, Anjani no longer let him touch his synthetic body. On the grounds Jaka will marry Amira—adik Lamar's birth sister.

"Let go first, we say good," Anjani pinta explained.

Jaka clucked bitterly, he slowly released his former student. And standing facing towards Anjani, Jaka's bead eyes dropped down. The cynical smile came back up, clearly the child was Jaka's son. Jaka knew that Anjani was playing crazy with Damar, his future sister-in-law at that time.

When he slept with Anjani himself, he met Anjani who was no longer a virgin. The reason why Anjani teased her, was of course to get pregnant.

"Is my son healthy in your womb, Anjani?" ask Jaka, grinning.

"Be careful when you say, yes, sir! Jaka's father was Bu Amira's husband. And in a moment I will be my Brother-in-law, please be polite to say," Anjani argued, his face looked pale.

Jaka chuckles crisply. "You think I'm stupid, huh? She must be barren, you couldn't have been fucked by her a few times. Switch to me, Anjani. I'm not stupid, to get Damar. You're willing to ride on my lap. For the sake of being the wife of a Lecturer, but you take it easy. I won't tell anyone, after all, that boy will be raised well by Damar. But remember one thing, Anjani. I want you to come to me, every time I need a release. If not, then I won't hesitate to say. If the child you bear is the child of another man," threatened Jaka with a big smile.

Amira's voice calling Jaka's name was clearly heard, Jaka turned his body leaving Anjani trembling violently. He slumped in the grass, what if Damar knew what was really going on.

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