I'm Not a Wild Grass

Pregnant Twins (POV Erlan)

And so began our lives in that newly renovated house.

After a few days of living in a new home, we visited my family home. We brought along the gifts we had prepared for everyone in the house.

Laila even deliberately bought a mini display eye souvenir to share it with the helpers at Mama Ilmaya's house. And all the helpers thanked him.

I am thankful that I married such a generous woman. Not expecting also because my wife had her four times considering the number of maids in the house Mama with very precise.

In addition, Papa Ulum also still works there as a gardener. But in my brief conversation with Laila's birth father, I got her confession. If the plan is Papa will re-marry betih with Mama Mutia in three weeks. Alhamdulillahot..

When I heard his confession, I insisted on asking Papa to move into my house. Moreover, my house and Laila also have many empty rooms. So Papa can be together with Mama complete their gardening hobby.

At first Papa Ulum rejected my suggestion. However, after Laila found out about the news of her parents getting remarried, my wife immediately insisted her Papa to stop working.

Laila even dared to threaten to ask Papa Gilberth (my biological father) to fire Papa Ulum. And I was made to gape upon hearing Laila's suggestion. I myself have never been bersit to use the way a little late bar-bar. But Laila instead... Well. That's so.

But Laila's threat proved powerful. Because finally Papa Ulum wanted to follow the advice of both of us. And my wife came back to surprise me. Because he immediately cheered cheerfully "Yeah!" Hugging my neck tightly and pecking my cheeks.

Hmm. that's pretty good. It is not unusual for Laila to dare to do PDA in front of others. But more and more Laila got used to tucking my cheeks or hugging my waist and neck, even though there were still people nearby around us both.

And it definitely makes me happy, and also happy. Because I'm increasingly convinced that Laila is slowly getting used to my existence and maybe even she has forgotten her old feelings for Kiyano.

Yep. Mestilah.

On the day of her remarriage Papa Ulum and Mama Mutia, we experienced an unforgettable incident.

At that time, we were eating with the others. When suddenly Laila was nauseous when eating shrimp. He even fainted from the bathroom. Luckily, I caught my wife's body. Because I accompanied Laila to clean up her vomit in the bathroom.

Everyone in our house looked panicked. And so is I. We're worried if Laila has food poisoning or stomach pains. But on the way to the hospital, suddenly I was made aware by my guess regarding the cause of Laila so like this.

And, sure enough. It was at the hospital that we finally received news of Laila's pregnancy which turned out to have entered the age of ten weeks.

I remember, when Arline who was wise to accompany me to the sick rumsh immediately cheered loudly, when he heard the words of the female doctor.

My sister even deliberately shook Laila's shoulders so that she would wake up soon. Arline wanted him to tell Laila the news.

But I hurriedly stopped his brutal attitude. As a result, Arline would not want to stop being a bar bar. And wait for Laila to wake up on her own, along with me.

While still waiting, Mama Ilmaya called us. He asked Laila for news on the phone.

"What really happened to Laila, Lan? Why did he pass out?!" Mama Ilmaya asked worriedly.

With a wide grin that I felt adorning my face, I also answered Mama's question directly.

"Laila's pregnant, Ma! The doctor said, Laila is pregnant right now!" I exclaimed with pleasure.

Beside me, Arline also snatched a word near my phone.

I'm a toyor, head Arline to stay away. But as I was about to get back to talking, Laila's voice came behind us (me and Arline). I do not know since when Laila turned out to have woken up and listened to my phone conversation with Mama Ilmaya.

"What, Yang?! I'm really pregnant?!" Laila asked with a voice that still sounded weak in my ears.

I went straight to Laila and handed my phone to Arline. But Arline returned my phone back to my hands. Quickly, Arline first ran to stand beside Laila.

Then my sister hit Laila very tightly while she was mourning Laila's pregnancy. And I immediately reprimanded him.

"Slow down, Lin! There's two of my kids in Laila's stomach!" I was spontaneous with Arline.

"Ups! I'm sorry my sister got carried away. I forgot, sister. and you are my sweetest sister-in-law in the world, congratulations! It turns out you are the first one who can give grandchildren to Mama. It's not okay. I'm following you with pleasure, La.." said Arline sincerely.

I also realized. If Arline is not pregnant at the age of her third marriage this month. My frustration with that little brother Ju was instantly gone. Replaced by my compassion for him.

Because I also know that Arline actually hopes to be the first to give grandchildren in our nuclear family. He told me a long time ago (when we both didn't know Laila). If he wants his son later who will replace called brother by my children. And that means the child has to be born first.

"Why the hell did you see that so much? Indeed on the face of Alin there are belek what, brother?" Arline asked when she found me staring at her for too long.

Hearing his words that jo skirt, my pity expression immediately evaporated. Replaced by my frustration back to her.

"Basic! You're not helped, Lin!" My ledek later.

I then approached Laila as well to stand on the opposite side of her Arline. I first kissed my wife's forehead with infinite love and gratitude.

"Thank you, honey. We're gonna be Mommy and Daddy for our two kids. Congratulations, Yang.." said I was a little stifled by the feeling of blue in my chest.

"Really, Yang? It's really, isn't it?" Laila asked back with teary eyes.

"Yes. Seriously. Two rius. Thousands or millions of dollars for you, Yang," I said again.

"Alhamdulillah." cried Laila in a soft voice.

And I'm here to stay beside my wife.

The atmosphere of the haru unfortunately must be paid by the slorohan Arline which can certainly be very chaotic. Casually, Arline mocked the two of us.

"Mommy? Daddy's? Idihh... Why don't Mama and Papa call you later? Then later I will be what dong? That aunty? Onti. onti later diplesetin become Ota again. Don't want ah! Replace it! Mama Papa!" Arline's advice is fiery.

I immediately took off my hug on Laila. And with his voice, Laila and I immediately said to Arline in the same sentence.

"Just be quiet, Lin!" Say me and Laila at the same time.

(The pronunciation of the word "aunty" is indeed a little similar to the pronunciation of the word "onti")

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