Love With Candidates

A match for Aditya.

"Pbuh, we must slaughter the aqiqah goat for the King" Alya said, holding his baby.

"Dear, I ordered the goat."

"Kirain you forget Mas," said Alya again who was busy removing ASI and put into a small bottle and stored on the fresher.

"Dear, time for my son to forget." Satria hugged his wife from behind, bowed slightly and then kissed her forehead.

"Thank you for always being there for me and the King, Mom."

"I thank you, the King is a lamp for our blessings, hopefully with his presence, our household will be more solid. Whatever trials we face in the future we will be able to go through every obstacle that comes.

"Amen." Alya smiled as she looked up at the face of her husband who was always handsome and charming.

Seeing that the King was sleeping, it was time for Alya and Satria to speak from heart to heart. Satria always talked about all the problems that were with his wife before drowsiness came to attack.

"Darling!"

"Hmm?" Alya and Satria both stared at the mirror.

"It looks like Mas Aditya is starting to fall in love again" Satria said.

"Then anyway? same who?" Alya frowned. Because Alya mas Aditya only focus on light.

"Doctor Rosa."

"Mas, you are-there. Mas Aditya just a few days to see doctor Rosa, she won't be that easy to fall in love with."

"Honey, I caught him both with doctor Rosa, and Mas Aditya ...."

"What did Mas Aditya do?" Alya was curious.

"They join hands." said Satria, he told his wife honestly.

Alya's face that looked incredulous was now smiling. "Not lying?"

"Dear, why would you lie about Mas Aditya."

"Good news, then we make them closer in a way to meet more often," said Alya with a sparkling face.

"Mas agrees with you dear," said Satria happily.

Alya then lay on the bed while hugging the King, while Satria slept behind Alya and hugged his wife from behind.

"Yes, let me tell you later. Now sleep, let tomorrow if the king is fussy not sleepy."

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"Yes, Mas don't hold on, I'm afraid someone will wake up" Alya joked to her husband.

"If this rucika pipe has been up since last darling, just Mas kasian same you, mengahirin it hurts, Mas would not if you want to ask in the near future. I will be patient until you ask."

"Thank you for understanding Mas, I'm becoming more and more affectionate," said Alya pinching her husband's chin.

"Ih, you are naughty now, you dare to be seduced," said Satria to kiss his wife with anxiety.

"oekk, oek." The king cried because he felt neglected

"Father, the king envied asking in his sling." The king refused to drink ASI again.

"Duh papa child, can not sleep yes, noisy with papa and mama chat continues. Here papa gendong." Satria holds her son who looks like she wants to be pampered. Since returning home from work, Satria has not carried him at all.

"Mas, the real cradle dong." Alya got up and helped Satria hold the King.

"Mas tajararin dong Darling, not used to it yet." Satria was afraid that the King would fall, and she hugged him until she could not move. As a result he was crying loudly.

Mother Aisyah who heard her grandson crying immediately came to the nursery. "Satria, Alya, what's the king?"

"This is your mother, the king is sleepy, but it's hard to start."

"Oh, Mommy thinks why."

"Here let the mother carry."

"No need Mother, let Satria alone, mother must be tired."

"Mother is not tired, Satria. Mother actually wants to hold the king.you and Alya the same, not ngijinin mother carrying the King for long.

"Sorry Mother, not can not, we just do not want the mother tired. Mother used to care for and raise Satria, now it's your turn to rest and see the children and grandchildren happy," said Satria gave understanding to Mother Aisyah.

Mother can only mwnaeih long breath, Satria and Alya are equally unwilling to make the mother tired.