I'm Not a Backup Womb

What a Gift for Mom

I'm not a Reserve womb

The Part 142

"Interest Bank?" Mas Aska's question linked the two beautiful eyebrows together.

"Yes, I'll miss a few minutes, every month there must be a report of his development. That's it, isn't it bun?" I asked, Mommy looks confused, but it looks like you know when I give a little code by blinking my eyes.

"Oh... Aye." Yeah."

"Yes I've been to the room first yes, I made it clean first to be comfortable." My pamit.

I rushed to the room, cleaned all the flowers in the Vase, the Lilies I kept in the Vase and I changed every time I got a new flower delivery. Flowers that are still a threat and still mysterious to me, flowers that I thought of my husband but in fact misguided, my husband did not know about this flower at all, he said, I must not be stupid and more sensitive, my husband is probably as romantic as that. Send roses once already Alhamdulillah and amazing.

I threw it away and I hid all the words I kept, the vague apologies for what.

Czechoslovak... The door to my room was opened when I threw all the greeting papers in the trash. I turned around "why come in?" I asked Mas Aska who was standing at the door.

"Oh, I can't go in?" He said turn around to get out.

"Eh... Not that, though." I said stop it and then I closed my door.

"Mother is busy making cakes, it's not good to waste time." He watched every corner of my small room.

"The room is small, the bed is also small, Sorry" I said lowered my head.

"I like it, If the bed is small, the sleep can hold." Candanya while sitting on the lip of the bed.

"Yes already lightened now you shower continue to rest, tomorrow so you can get up early, not miss the plane."

"So, what do you want?"

"You help Mother."

"Can you?"

"It could be if it just broke eggs" I answered while laughing.

"Yes, but not for long. I'm waiting for you here."

"Hemm"

I was surprised when I heard Mommy say there is a Thanksgiving event at Mama's place. I called Mama right away, when Debby went to the kitchen to help you make a cake.

"Hello" answered Mama from across the street.

"Hello Mama, Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

"Mama, where's Ma?"

"On the street, go to the nursery with the kids." The answer.

"I'm also in Ma's parlour."

"You're in the parlour? Yes, we met there, yes, I happen to bring a lot of your favorite food."

"Loh Ma, hello." No more noise, Mama hung up her phone unilaterally.

I thought, what gift should I give to Mama, and I was not prepared at all. Absolutely outrageous, how could I possibly forget my own Mama's birthday. Mama always remembers everything I have to do, my favorite food, my birthday, everything about my happiness.

As I was thinking, Debby came in. "Not sleeping yet?" Ask who approached me.

"Debby, I said wait for you baby."

"Here..." I pat my right side

We sat and leaned on the shoulder of the bed.

"Such a favor to Deb's Mother?" My toot.

"Mother told me to accompany my husband with a limited edition."

"meaning?"

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Thank you brother for stopping by and read my story, sorry if there is any wrong word😊

Oh yes kak want a promo work entitled Forced To Marry a Mafia Boss no less creepy also loh kumbar story..