Married to My Friend's Boyfriend

110. Still With Baby Zira

Zidan closed the door slowly again because he did not want to disturb the sleep of the two cute sisters.

"Zia's asleep?" mama Salma asked as Zidan returned to the kitchen.

Zidan nodded then sat down on one of the chairs, "Udah, Ma."

Mama Sindi returned to her busy cooking lunch menu that was a bit late, already at one noon now.

Zidan watched the in-laws, there was actually something he wanted to talk to his mother-in-law about. But seeing the busyness, Zidan just wait while playing the phone.

Fifteen minutes later.

Lunch is done all, now Mama Salma will wake Zia but first prevented Zidan.

"Why, Dan?" asked Mama Sindi when her daughter-in-law said there was something to say.

"Ep... The case of Mr. Willy has spread everywhere. Papa took the story not to mama about this? Zia's name is also on Mr Willy's list of victims" Zidan said seriously.

Hearing the son-in-law's question, Mama Salma shook her head, "Not Dan, maybe after returning from out of town later. Anyway in the news has not been decided Mr. Willy guilty or involved, just arrested and not yet trial. Maybe you don't believe it yet."

"Yes Ma. Zidan can you ask me to do a little something about this in front of papa?" zidan said carefully

Mama Salma nodded confidently, "Surely. If it could make papa sorryin Zia, mama would do the best."

Zidan thanked the in-laws, that was all Zidan wanted to talk about. After that he gave permission to wake Zia up.

"Zijah... Wake up... Lunch first" whispered Zidan right in Zia's ear. His hand also patted Zia's arm.

Zia seemed to respond with a groan, opening her eyes slowly and then rubbing them. His hand will he slam into the mattress as usual, but before touching the mattress his arm was already held by Zidan.

"There's baby Zira" said Zidan as his chin pointed next to Zia.

Zia immediately opened her eyes wide, looking to the side for fear of oppressing the little sister. Sighs in relief as baby Zira is not even touched by it.

"That's right. Zia is still careless," Zia's great-grandson. Afraid that his son would be born, he would still be like that.

Zidan stroked Zia's hair with a smile, then he said, "Why. I don't have to either, I'll get used to it."

Zidan also helps Zia wake up from her sleep, putting both hands on Zia's armpits to help Zia stand up. Sometimes Zidan felt guilty, to just wake up from sleep Zia was in distress, and it was all because of him.

"Is it getting heavier?" zidan asked who was answered nodding by Zia. For the age of eight months, Zia's stomach is classified as large, already as in the final month of pregnancy.

Zidan and Zia headed to the dining table, and it turned out that Zio was already there first. Just as they were about to start eating, there was the sound of baby Zira crying.

"You eat first, mama wants to go to Zira," said mama Salma so they don't wait for her.

After a few minutes, Mama Salma returned to the dining table with baby Zira who looked to be breastfeeding with the breast part of Mama Salma covered with cloth.

"Zio ate it, Ma" said Zio, and then ate it for his mother.

Zidan and Zia saw how Mama Salma could eat while breastfeeding, so that was how difficult a mother was.

"Don't be so rich, my mom is so ordinary. This is easy, mah," said mama Salma when she saw her son and daughter-in-law as astonished.

"Later also Zia will often be rich in gini," added mama Salma who made Zia nod, so she had to learn a lot.

After lunch, Zia took Zidan to look around her room first.

"Relatedly? You didn't have the same trauma that happened in there first?" zidan asked before Zia opened the door in front of them.

Zidan nodded and then let Zia open it, although this was the second time, Zidan was quite astonished to see the pink color that dominated this room. It used to be that he was too scared, until he didn't notice around.

"Good right?" asked Zia with a big smile.

With Zidan forced to nod, it was good. Great for kindergarten's room.

"Wouldn't it be replaced from you TK?" ask Zidan, guessing.

Zia shook her head, "It was replaced when I went to high school."

Zidan nodded his head, meaning it was indeed Zia's taste like this. Look, there's a lot of baby pink. Cute, but more suitable for small children.

"May you try to play in the first place you play" said Zio who stood in front of the door of Zia's room.

Zidan and Zia who were surprised by Zio's presence jumped. As soon as they were Zio had entered his room.

"Remember the beginning of Zia's distended stomach" Zio added as he entered the room of the younger brother.

Zidan clucked, "Whispering! I was worried, afraid Zia is still traumatized or what."

"Zia did not want, if I do not like the water one bucket of rich can be until your morning," said Zio who had asked Zia.

"Yes maap. It's delicious," said Zidan and then closed his mouth, especially when the pink bolster floated towards him.

"Handering. I don't want kali either," Zidan added as Zio looked at him sharply.

Zio turned his gaze back, "Good try back, I'm out first. Bye."

Zidan and Zia just stared strangely at the door that Zio had just closed, lacking a job once just saying that and then leaving again.

"You want to continue taking a nap? or going home?" ask Zidan while sitting in Zia's study chair.

"Not both. Want to play again with baby Zira, mumpung papa is still long home," said Zia who does not want to waste time given by God to be able to meet her mother and sister.

Zidan nodded, and Zia met baby Zira. Unlike Zio's words, they didn't try to play in this room.

Upon entering the baby Zira's room, the tiny baby was lying down with moving arms and legs. While mama Salma was folding baby Zira clothes, more precisely tidying up.

"It's a coincidence that you're here, mama wants to be holy. Please take care of Zira?" said mama Salma who got an enthusiastic nod response from Zidan and Zia.

After mama Salma came out carrying a basket of laundry, Zidan and Zia went straight to the mattress to the right and left of baby Zira.

Zidan anxiously kissed the baby Zira's stomach, making Zia who saw him join the anxiety. It might be like that if this child in his stomach was born.

One more month.

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