Late Wedding?

(Special Pov Author)

Two years later

A woman with a slightly bloated stomach, was busy struggling in front of her stove, her hair was smeared original, until several strands dangled irregularly. However, even so he remained busy with his frying pan and spatula. In fact, he was so busy with the activity he was doing, he did not even realize if there was a pair of eyes looking at him with a look of admiration.

Feeling like he was being noticed, Aqilla, the name of the woman immediately turned her head. His eyebrows were raised next to him when he found the husband smiling indistinctly while looking at him. Suddenly the woman shuddered in horror. Her husband is fine, right, not being too late what else possessed?

"Why do you see it so much?" ask Aqilla in astonishment.

He was busy with his cooking. Not too kepo with what Reynand, her current husband, is doing, because if she still wants to know what her husband is doing right now, it's obvious, his cooking will end up charred.

"You're hot, if you're cooking again" Reynand said.

The woman then ber'oh'ria while making a dramatic nod. "Oh, so if I don't cook I'm not sexy then?"

With his innocent face, the man nodded without hesitation, then assented. Sontak made the woman immediately turned to look at the man with a hostile face.

"What did you say?!" aqilla did not accept. He turned off the stove and then turned around with both hands dabbing his waist, looking straight at Reynand.

The man gave a wide grin, slowly but surely, he then stepped forward and hugged the wife's body.

"You're beautiful, baby, not sexy. If you cook, you don't know why you're sexy. Though if you think about it, your makeup is very messy if it fits again cook bags-Akhhh! Why were they beaten?" reynand's protest was unacceptable.

"It's a hell of a joke about the wife."

"Kok berkejelekin? I'm muji loh," said Reynand not to accept.

Aqilla immediately clucked while bellowing in disbelief. "Where to take a shower, I ready this first. Wanna bring some supplies?"

Reynand nodded as a sign of reply.

"Yes, there, take a shower, I'll take it."

Again, Reynand nodded. Moving forward, he hugged his wife and landed kisses on her cheeks in turn, before turning back and returning to the bathroom to take a shower. While the wife, busy pouring the stir-fry into the container, then arrange it on the table, with rice and other side dishes. After all laughing neatly on the table, the woman then turned to the sink to wash the frying pan and some other cooking utensils.

However, when her hand had just touched the sponge and was about to dip it in a small container, which contained water that had been poured with dishwashing soap, her husband's voice was heard calling out to her loudly.

"Honey, where's my blue shirt going? How come there's no?" reynand shouted from her room.

Aqilla clucked in anxiety. Her husband's habit never changed, screaming like he was in the woods, just to ask for his things not in his vision. He then turned off the faucet and wiped his hands using a napkin and walked slowly towards his room.

"Why?"

"Where's my blue shirt?"

"Which blue shirt?"

Aqilla asked back.

"The long. The one you bought on my birthday last year."

Both of Aqilla's eyebrows were raised high. "Always fit?"

"I don't know, either, just, I haven't tried. Mana knows it still fits," Reynand replied as she shrugged both of her shoulders.

"You're fat, wear that why the hell?" decak Aqilla was anxious, her hand then pointed at the husband's stomach, which did look a little bulging. "Look at your stomach that much."

Reynand clucked in disbelief. "I'm not that fat, baby. It's still skinny, fat it's you!"

Reynand was a very brave husband. Commenting on the wife's body without guilt or fear of being abused.

Aqilla snorted bitterly, then glanced at her husband with a cynical look. "Yes, I'm fat. But I'm fat too because of you!"

With his innocent face, Reynand scoffed sinlessly, then nodded, confirming.

"Yes, dong, if it wasn't for me how could you be fat like this. There are skinny ones like not being given food-astagfirullah! Hit again anyway?" reynand's protest was unacceptable.

"You're a bummer, Mas. Move aside! So look for the shirt, don't you?"

Reynand nodded innocently then shifted his body, so as not to hinder the wife looking for the shirt she wanted to wear.

"Now!" aqilla said while thrusting the shirt Reynand meant.

"Much spit," Reynand's response was astonished.

"Yes, why should be long, if you can spit," replied Aqilla.

Reynand nodded in agreement, giving her thumbs up. "Indeed my mainstay you, baby. Come kiss first!"

"Emoh! Buruan dipake, still not fit. If you don't replace the others."

Aqilla pushed her husband's face away from her. Reynand pouted unacceptably and unbuttoned his shirt and immediately put it on.

"Well, it's still fit, baby," said Reynand, back buttoning his shirt, "still fit right?"

Aqilla grimaced. It's true, it still fit into her husband's body. But... Aqilla then shook her head in sudden disagreement. The look of her husband at this time is not okay. This shirt was too tight on Reynand's body, his slightly bulging stomach became noticeably more noticeable, and it completely disrupted Aqilla's vision.

"Replace!" aqilla's orders while shaking.

"Why?" reynand disagreed.

Aqilla sighed then dragged her husband's body into the bathroom, which had its large mirror.

"Look and watch, the mirror is fine!" Aqilla Instruction.

Reynand instructed his wife obediently. Twist his body in front of the mirror with confidence.

"It's a good-looking thing" Reynand said.

"It's not a big deal what a no-no, Mas. But that's the problem, your stomach," Aqilla's worried.

Seriously. Aqilla really felt that if this vein of shame for her husband had broken up, she felt.

"Why? Sexy right?"

"Sexy what? Where's the sex, anyway, Mas?"

"Yes, not from anywhere, keep it from dong's stomach, my dear."

"You know, I'm tired of talking to you for a long time."

"Yes, okay. I changed," Reynand said in the end.

"As far as you!" avenged Aqilla and left her husband.

He prefers to leave the room and go back to the kitchen to continue the washing job earlier, which was delayed. Not long after Reynand followed him, his clothes had changed light brown shirt with a combination of dark brown on the collar and arm cuff.

"Honey," Reynand called directly to Aqilla's distended stomach, his hands gently rubbed his stomach, then he then placed his chin on the wife's shoulder. "If you are pregnant like this, you can't have a lot of cravings."

Aqilla rolled her eyes, annoyed. To hell with manners and all that. He doesn't care. At least, for now.

"Udah knew his wife was pregnant, not sweetened, but made a continuous sprain. Yeah, how am I not craving?"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"Hmmm. Yes, there's breakfast! You'll be late."

"It's forgiven what's not?"

"If I'm not sorry, where might I tell you to have breakfast, I have to have you wash these dirty dishes."

"As long as I'm still able to do it myself, why tell others? Spend the money."

Reynand nodded afterwards. "You're sparing what's stingy anyway, which?"

Aqilla turned her head towards Reynand with a flat look.

Make Reynand grimace then say, "Devitably, yes, I think you are more suitable to be called frugal."

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Aqilla moved uneasily in her room. Time has shown at half-dark in the morning. She had not been able to sleep since she woke up at one hour, while Reynand, her husband, seemed to have fallen asleep on their bed.

"Mas," call Aqilla while shaking Reynand's leg.

Reynand did not immediately wake up, even he only looked for a while and then he went back to sleep. Her sleep is really good.

Aqilla was growling with annoyance. "Mas, wake up dong!" emotional shouting.

"Well?!" reynand responds spontaneously and wakes up immediately. "Why? Why?" tanyanya confusion.

Aqilla sighed and sat her butt on the edge of the bed, right next to Reynand.

"I mules from earlier, Mas," Aqilla's great-grandson was timid.

"Astagfireullah! I thought you were gonna munch, honey. You know, just want a report on mules. Why not go to the bathroom by yourself? Come on, I'm temenin."

This time Aqilla gawked. Seriously, for this second she was confused to have to respond to her husband how?

"Not even dumb, come on, baby! I'll be out here."

"I'm not that kebellet, Mom."

"Continue?"

Aqilla looked at Reynand hesitantly. "I think I want to be born," his great-grandson hesitated.

"Yes, let's go, did you say that?" Reynand looked at Aqilla horror, "giving birth? Do you want to be born?" shouts splashy. "How is this going?"

"Mother's phone, gih!"

Reynand nodded obediently. Then move confusion looking for the whereabouts of his phone.

"Hape where am I going, which one?"

"It's on the table, Mas. You're a charger."

Reynand understood, then grabbed his cell phone and immediately sought contact with the Mother, then contacted her Mother.

"Hallo, assalamualaikum!"

"Yes, wa'allaikumussalam. What's up, son?"

"Mother can come here?"

"Loh, what's up? Is your wife giving birth?"

"I think so, Bun. He said he was starting to mule. Rey is confused about what to do."

"Okay, okay, you calm down, don't panic! Same father Mother immediately depart."

"Yes, don't stay long, Bun. I'm waiting for you."

"Assynnya!"

"Wa'allaikumussalam."

Tut Tut Tut

"Where?"

"Mother wants on the way over here."

Aqilla nodded while stroking her stomach. He stood up and walked back. Reynand was still sitting on their bed with a puzzled expression.

"This is what should I do, which?"

"Change the clothes!"

Reynand nodded obediently, then got off her bed. "Keep the gear for you?"

"I am ready. It's in the bag."

Reynand nodded back then immediately changed clothes.

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Reynand felt his hair hurt by the hand shot from Aqilla, the palm was painful due to the grip of the wife. It is true, his wife felt much more pain, not comparable to what he felt today. But still, he felt like protesting. Seriously, the jubilant that Aqilla gave off caused a tremendous pain sensation. If asked how many children he wants, then out loud without thinking twice, he will say one is enough. Besides not having the heart to watch his beloved wife experience this pain again, he is also not ready to experience the bald effects of Jubilee Aqilla.

"Come, Mom, in a minute!" exclaim the Midwife instructed that Aqilla continue to push.

"Come, baby, in a minute. You can do it!" reynand said cheeringly.

"Akkkhhh.. hurts, Mas!" aqilla screams in her breath. As powerful as he was, he was still trying to push, even though it felt like he was almost out of breath.

"Come, Mom, stay a little longer. Yes, come, Mom!"

Oek Oek Oek Oek

Aqilla immediately breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the sound of her baby's scream. Beside him, Reynand immediately kissed his forehead.

"Thank you, baby. You're amazing, as always."

"Thank God, the baby's healthy, sir. Guys."

"Thank you, Doc."

"Cowok, baby," whispered Reynand, again peeping Aqilla's forehead. "thank you. Now we are officially parents. Thank you." Thank you."

"Welcome to be Dad" whispered Aqilla in reply.

Reynand nodded. "Yes, equally. You too, congratulations on being a mother. But..."

"But what?"

"But, can you let go of you now? My hair is falling out, baby!"

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vent first yes, the author. hehe. uh, but want to say thanks first deh. First of all I want to thank Allah SWT, who has given me health or the opportunity to do this. Then for my parents, who have given birth to me of course. make a family of friends, and also my beloved readers.for those who support my career in nulis (which is full of twists, pebbles and also this drama) anyway thanks, thanks, thanks, and thanks. for those special people who have underestimated me first, hehe, thank you, thanks to you I know that I really want to stay and dream of becoming a writer. just gk papa. I'm happy with the one I chose. I'm proud of my crazy dream, and I don't want to give up on the nulis despite so many trials I've had. hehe, I don't want to give up on it, it's a blur, huh? okay-okay. gk I will continue.

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