Love In Do'A(Sequel Heart Kink Raisya)

Spoiled

Salman is doing his car at a moderate speed. Naila had no idea where she was going to be taken by her husband. The two listened to sholawatan songs and while humming along the way.

Not long after, Salman stopped his car at the mosque. It is time to pray Maghrib. They also stopped by for prayer. After the prayer, the two continued their journey.

"Where are you actually taking me, By?"

"It's coming soon, Mi! Just relax, Mi!"

Turns out right, salman car into the parking area of one of the largest malls in the city.

"By, why did I take a snack?"

"Make a look, Mi! Kan, I told you I wanted to ask you out, Hehe..."

"Donat, By!" Naila pulled Salman's hand towards one of the donut stalls.

As usual, Naila always buy her favorite food when going to the Mall.

They bought 3 boxes of donuts with mixed flavors.

"Mi, watch it at 7! Now we go shopping! Soon your belly will grow, buy maternity clothes!"

"Hem, that's right! My pregnant clothes, I love people."

"Let's just pick it up, My!"

Naila chose some maternity clothes that were suitable for her. After a try, Salman helped him bring it to the cashier.

"Total 3,250,000, Sir!"

After they finished paying, they headed to the cinema theater. This time they watched a movie abroad. While in the studio, Salman held Naila's hand like a newlywed. Salman kissed his wife's hand. Let's just say the world belongs to both of them.

After the movie was over, they went straight down to the car park. But there they accidentally met a pair of lovers they knew.

"Hi Salman, Naila!" Dila held the hand of her future husband and approached them both. It's a chipika-cipiki with Naila.

"You shop here too?"

"Yes, we're dating! I haven't spent a long time outside of both!" Answer Salman.

"Oh yes! This is my future husband!" Dila introduces Adit to Salman.

Salman smiled cynically. Adit did not budge in his place. He saw Naila. He watched from top to bottom, and stopped his sight on Naila's protruding belly. Seeing Adit's unusual views, Dila was jealous. And Naila became restless, she lowered her gaze. Salman also understood Adit's face.

"Darling! Where's diem?" Ask Dila to Adit.

"Maybe your future husband is not feeling well or canker sores, Dil! Sorry we took it first! The kids are waiting at home."

"Ah, yes!" Dila smiled wryly.

Salman took Naila by the hand and opened the car door. This did not escape the sight of Adit and Dila.

After they got into each other's cars, Salman noticed Naila.

"It turns out to be true, Adit's sister who is getting married to Dila!" Inner Naila.

"Mi, Ummi! How's that?"

"Eh, yes! What's up, By?"

"What do you think?"

"It's nothing."

"It turns out Dila the Adit! Don't worry, Mi! He's getting married, maybe he's changed. May Adit no longer have any ill intentions towards our family!"

"Let's hope so, amiin."

They continued on their way home and headed to Salman's parents' house to pick up the children. It's 10 o'clock by now. At his parents' house, the children did not sleep. They are still playing with Oma, Opa, and Tanteenya. Naila gave a box of donuts to her in-laws.

"Horay... Abi and Ummi are coming!"

"Not sleeping yet, son?"

"Ndn't sleepy, Mi!" Answer Arya.

"Mi, de Ayla used her Aunt Uni's lipstick!" Alya.

"Mi, look! I'm pretty, right?" Ayla said, in her centile style.

Naila could only shake her head at their rant.

"Just stay here, Man!" Said Haris' father.

"Yes, Man! Mother feels this house is quiet since Raka and Riky in Jogja!"

"Later if Ma'am Salwa marriage must also be rame, Bun!" Salman replied, relax.

"Hem.. The boy didn't want to go home yet! Did I take it home forcibly, huh?"

"Dad, why do you really want to marry Ma'am Salwa with the widower? I don't have a debt to him anymore, do I?"

"Yes, I do have debt, but I'm like Grandpa!"

"Gosh, Dad! I'm willing to exchange a child for debt!"

Haris hit Salman on the back with the book he was holding.

"Based on the chili-cabean mouth! You think your dad can't afford to pay the debt?"

"Lha, what is that? The proof is that Dad wants to marry Mba Salwa to the widower just to cover the debt! Is Dad broke?"

"Sometimes you will know! And you must have known what your father was like! It's there if you want to go home! Look at your kids getting sleepy!"

Don't want the debate to get longer. Naila invited her husband home.

When they got home, their three children slept. Salman held one by one his children and laid on each other's beds. The young man did not sleep because he was waiting for their arrival. Dhani is still working on PR to accompany Ajeng in the family room.

"Not sleeping yet, Mom? Dhani too!"

"Mother wait for you! Dhani nemenin while making PR! Not sleepy either!"

"It's a doughnut, Mom!"

"Yes thanks, Nai!"

"Together, Mom! We'll rest first, okay?"

"Yes, go to sleep!"

Salman and Naila went to his room. After performing the isha' prayer, they rest. But in the middle of the night Naila woke up.

"By, wake!" Naila shook her husband's arm.

"Hum..."

"Let's get up, By!"

"Why, Mi?"

"I dream then salted fish fried rice, By!"

"Hem...keep?"

"Cant, By!"

"Want what? Making love?"

"Ish, like kayak fried rice in my dream, By! It looks so good!"

Salman got up and sat in alignment with his wife.

"No one sells fried rice when the middle of a gini mall, My!"

"If no one is selling, make it!"

"Well, who made it?"

"You, By! This is it, your son!"

"There-there-is!"

"You want, By? Later the salted fish asked to have Bi Kokom, usually he nyimpen salted fish."

Salman scratched his head with both hands. He looks like a frustrated person.

"Yes, all right! For my son!"

"Unfortunately just the same kid, By?" Naila was shaking her lips.

"Eh, no.. No! Sorry to be corrected, for your sake! Emmuahis..." Salman kissed his wife.

Cooking also begins. Naila and Salman are looking for a salt-spot hideout. They did not want to wake Bi Kokom just because of the salted fish.

"Well, meet!" Said Salman, after groping the top kitchen drawer.

Naila sat at the dinner table waiting for her husband to cook. 10 minutes later, the fried rice of salted fish was finished.

"Good fun, my Queen!" Said Salman, his style is like a waiter in a restaurant.

"Thank you, my King!"

"Ish, there's no king with an apron like I'm gini!"

Naila smiled looking at her husband's expression.

He started eating the fried rice. Salman also tasted his cooking.

"Don't do much, By! Here's mine!Why not cook a lot?"

"Kan, the rest of the puth rice stayed a little bit earlier! Yes, eat it! I'm just ngicipin, it's good too huh, Mi?"

Naila hnya gave her thumbs up to Salman, a sign that the cuisine is delicious.

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