Jum Wo Ai Ni

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"Sumi, you're pregnant!"

Plastered

Dylan got a hard flick on his forehead.

"Pregnant your bald! you make kids easy. I catch a cold, Dodol," said Juminten, the woman stepping past Dylan who was still grimacing, wiping Juminten's former jettison.

The tall sweet woman did not step into the kitchen, poured hot water after prying ginger and put it into a glass.

"You're sure in your belly it's the wind not the fetus?" cerca Dylan, her squinty eyes scanned Juminten with a full search.

Juminten rolled his eyes panted, he did not think that his narrow husband had strange thoughts.

"Sumi, answer don't be like that" urged Dylan.

"Yes obviously wind, wong runs out and we sleep nothing. Where is the AC on fast again," replied Juminten softly at the end of his sentence.

"What did you say? yes, loud, say the word." Dylan followed Juminten who went to the sink to wash dirty glasses, used ginger wedang.

Juminten put the glass glass hard to make Dylan steep, the woman turned to look intently at the husband.

"I just catch a cold, this is all because you know!" juminten.

"I'm sure it's not a baby, my seedlings are premium. Moreover, yesterday the prime he out of the bag, cook nothing stuck. I'll shoot him more than once" said Dylan.

"Jeez, you're a pervert too by the way. I've said it's just the wind, anyways, just earlier you shot the seeds. It is not possible to get pregnant immediately, no matter how premium your seeds are."

"O, that's it. So the plan has to be many times?"

" Yes, and I can't get pregnant. I had taken the Pill earlier," Juminten lied he just wanted to see the husband's reaction.

Dylan's eyes widened, his face that had been so dusty now turned sad. Disappointed strokes were clearly visible there.

"Well, why did you drink that anyway. It doesn't matter what our child-to-be is, if you know him to be a doctor, an engineer, or even a president. Even you exterminate before it grows."

Juminten laughed in his heart, he was pleased with the response Dylan showed. This means that their households can still be saved, there is hope for them to build a whole household.

"Why did you say that? if I'm really pregnant how do I try? do you want responsibility? while our divorce date was already planned." Juminten pulled up the chair and then tucked his butt in there. Dylan was the same, the man sitting next to his wife.

"Well, cook I don't want the same responsibility as the seeds I planted myself. If it's a divorce, we can talk again if the child is born" replied Dylan without looking at his wife.

Juminten turned his face away, thinking that Dylan was going to cancel their agreement, and not get divorced. But apparently, all that is still far away, even after they have intercourse.

"Sumi, aren't you angry with me?"

Dylan turned his head, and Juminten turned his face until the two looked at each other.

"Anged, about what?"

"On yesterday's malem, sorry I really can't help myself." Dylan's narrow eyes focused on his wife's clear eyes, so shady and warm.

"I'm angry, but what can I do. You are my husband, you deserve me. Our marriage is valid in the eyes of law and religion, there is no reason for me to reject it that there is even sin if I refuse."

"Hem, so is it." Dylan smiled faintly, Juminten so appreciative of their marriage.

"Hu'um," replied Juminten briefly. Their gazes locked onto each other, the two of them enjoying the windows of the heart that without Dylan noticing, there was a vibration of taste that was beginning to grow there.

"Earth."

"Again yuk."

"What's? what did you say?" Juminten straightened his head, with his furrowed brows he sharpened his gaze.

"Eh .. nothing, I'm just saying if you didn't notice anything strange last night" Dylan replied. The squinty man looked misbehaved, scratching his hair that did not itch at all.

"Well yeah, yeah I feel so hot. Even though the AC temperature had gone down, but it was still hot" replied Juminten annoyed.

"It's the same thing."

Dylan pinched his own chin, something went wrong. Dylan's passion was so passionate last night, that he couldn't help but touch Juminten. Though with Jessica Dylan can hold himself not too far away, even though they have been groping each other.

Juminten also seemed to think hard, honestly he also enjoyed Dylan's game yesterday. But, Juminten was also very aggressive, so she was ashamed to act like a hot worm in front of her husband. Could this be her in-laws? They don't realize that in the milk they drank last night, there was a jampe from Mama Mayleen.

"You realize no, we've broken the rules in the contact made by your lover. Point five we can't be whittling, and now you've eaten me" Juminten said with a laugh.

Dylan fell silent, what Juminten said was true. The sullen man had to take a firm stance immediately, yes Dylan could not continue to be silent. He's been fighting people's children, and he has to take responsibility.

"What do you want to eat?" Juminten got up, the woman walked towards the refrigerator.

Dylan noticed the wife who walked past him, he realized that the way Juminten street slightly straddled.

"Is it still sick?"

"Hem, what are you talking about?" Juminten took some ingredients to cook it.

"Is your son still sick?" repeat Dylan again. He still clearly remembered how Juminten had bitten his lower lip, when Dylan managed to break the goal.

"Anu what the hell? if you ask a clear dong," this time Juminten's voice rose an octave.

"V*****you, does it still hurt?!" ask Dylan not less loud.

Juminten put the chicken on the table hard, his ears were itchy hearing Dylan's question.

"Yes V***** I am still sick, painful, not comfortable to walk. Why would I want to mijitin?" Juminten stood in front of her husband with his chest puffed up.

"No, hehehe."

"He he he he, grinned at you. Take a quick shower, I'll cook. Don't put your fists in here" Juminten said, shaking his hand.

"You're sick again, we're just pesen online for lunch." Seeing Juminten's slightly pale face, made Dylan feel unbearable. Moreover, he played quite rough yesterday.

"Gluck, in the wind gini doang, small. Take a quick shower!" Juminten encouraged Dylan's body to immediately go to the room.

"Yes .. yes I take a shower, don't push around like this."

Without them noticing a pair of eyes lurking around them.

[The "Mrs are great, the plan is a success. The Master and Young Madam are getting more familiar" ]

Nurul, who has just arrived in between Parman, accidentally captures the friendly moment of his young employer.

[ "Good, continue the medication. Once every three days, let me get a little grandchild." ]

[ "Ready Mistress." ]