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"Darling, tomorrow I have to get out of town with Mr. Andrew, there's an important job" Raffa said as the two were having dinner
"Where? and how many days?" ask Melani
"Ke Bandung, just two days" he replied
"Two days???" Melani is shocked, taken in by her husband
"is! very long!" gnarly
"Just two, honey .. won't be long."
"Hm!!" Melani nodded while blasting her lips.
Raffa smiled cutely at the expression of his wife, as if not wanting to be away from her like the previous days, the woman always wanted to be close to the husband. it's really weird.
"When I'm done with the job, I go straight home."
"Yes, you know." Melani feeds rice into her mouth violently, her heart is at war there
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The morning arrived, Raffa had finished with his formal appearance which made him look more handsome, his bright face was so exalted by his wife, Melani approached wanting to hug him from behind. Melani inhales deeply the scented scent of her husband's body that bursts into her sense of smell, this fragrance she longs for.
"I miss." said the woman
"We haven't even split yet, dear." Raffa chuckled, stroking the back of his wife's hand that was attached to her stomach
"But I miss first, how about it?"
"We can video call, okay? the age is sophisticated."
"Hmmm .. give it up." Melani elaborates her embrace, she faces her husband and fixes the tie that adorns her husband's chest
"Why don't you wear a casual dress first?" ask the woman
"Setiba is there directly to the location, darling, it takes a lot of time to stop by the hotel first to get dressed."
"Hmmm, yes."
"Aren't you ready for the store?"
Melani shook her head, "Lazy. later it's a bit unfortunate if you're busy there" he said
"Basic!" Raffa pinched his wife's nose.
Chicken porridge menu, the aroma goes out when the owner of this house just appeared through the bulkhead.
"Mr Andrew did not choose the wrong maid, the top of the cuisine, always fragrant." praised Raffa
"Your nose is sharper about smell, huh? still far from the table you can smell.is my nose clogged?" Melani squeezed her nose
"Are you snoring?" ledek Raffa chuckles
"What hell! no, people don't have colds either." muttered Melani, feeding the porridge into her mouth.
Melani and Chika stared at the departure of the two handsome men with a sad look, the white pajero car darted perfectly until it disappeared from her sight.The two were just as unwilling if the husband left for a little day, just like that, and two days is so annoying
"Aaakkh .. it feels lazy to work." chika grumbled after the departure of her husband is not seen anymore
"I'm also lazy, the evidence is still in the stuff." Melani stared at her appearance wearing a flower motif negligee.
"Mending time with my son." Chika turned around to look at her children who finished eating. Chika tells the two nannies to leave them.
Chika and Melani play with the two cute boys, they are always cheerful and fixed on the faces of both.
"Papa's gone and we're three now" said Chika, sitting her body on the steps of her porch holding Veer. while Melani, she twirled her body until the naughty girl laughed loosely. Chika is very happy to see her cheerful daughter and she is grateful to see her two six-month-old children look very active.
Now the twins they put on the floor with a mini-size carpet, they can already themselves how to purge and turn their bodies staring at the ceiling of the room. The giggling laughter that sounded crisp made her even more adorable, and this moment was so coveted by Melani who wanted a child.
"There's no sign yet, Mel?" ask Chika
"Yet, my appetite is as normal as you used to be." Melani only knew that because she had experience living with Chika while in Mess.
"If I was, my husband got his gum. Raffa, no?" ask Chika
Melani. "What are the signs besides, what else?"
"Hmmm ..." Chika thinks. "The husband continues to be close" she replied
"Ohya??" Melani gasps, embraced by Chika
I'm experiencing it, Melani
"Try to check if you are curious, who knows." said Chika
"Later I buy a testpack" said Melani while smiling and blabbering back to the twins.
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