Married to My Friend's Boyfriend

113. Baby's Head Position

Zidan looked at his face in the mirror in the car before he got off and met his wife.

"Udah must have got this scolding mah," mobologist Zidan while pressing a little bruise on his cheek and then complained. Sick too.

After feeling his ears ready to listen to Zia's nagging, Zidan got out of the car.

Kan's! It's predictable.

Zia was already standing inside the room as soon as she opened the door. Both of Zia's hands dabbled around her waist with her angry look. But still, what Zidan saw Zia was so cute and adorable, especially with a pregnant negligee limited to the knee that covered the wife's distended stomach.

"That's right! If he came home late in the mallem must be rich in gini. Stop fighting first! Can't do abis work straight home," said Zia. Zidan could only nod, answering that it would be long.

"Why again? who's fighting?" ask Zia again while holding Zidan's cheek that looks blue.

"Shh... Don't be signed." Zidan would not answer Zia's question honestly.

The initial intention to nag at length and height was not so. Seeing Zidan's face which seemed to be having a lot of thoughts made Zia silent.

"You take a shower first, I'll take medicine" Zia said at the end. Tent with a tone that has softened from before.

Zidan nodded, it was not in vain that he showed his parsimonious face. Zidan took the time to kiss Zia's lips and rub her distended stomach as well.

I don't know how much Zidan went home battered, but Zia tried not to make it a problem. Because you don't know the cause, it could be because you're helping people on the road.

"What is this time for?" ask Zia while compressing Zidan's cheek. Zidan was lying down with his head in Zia's lap.

Zidan must have prepared the answer to Zia's question, "Help the pickpocketed mothers."

Zia nodded in confidence, then focused on compressing also treating the wound at the corner of Zidan's lips.

"The stomach too," Zidan said as Zia had just finished compressing her face and arms.

Zia sighed, then opened the shirt that Zidan was wearing to the chest.

"Who the hell did you know you were rich in gini? Nothing to say," said Zia while rubbing the stomach of the boxes Zidan reddened.

Zidan only smiled in response, 'Papa you, Zi, ' his inner voice spoke.

"Cock the wound a lot? You don't volunteer? What's scraped?" ask Zia again.

"Turried." Zidan apologized inwardly for continuing to lie to Zia. But he can't be honest at the moment.

After finishing treating Zidan, Zia went to the bathroom to urinate somehow.

"Well, wet," Zia's monologue when her shirt accidentally splashes water from the sink when she washes her hands.

Busy wiping his clothes with tissue while coming out of the bathroom.

Chequek.

Zia was silent as the sound of guitar lines greeted her out of the bathroom. Zia looked at Zidan with an eyebrow raised by one, a sign asking. Zidan replied with a sweet smile and a clever fingers strumming the strings of a guitar.

Me~winning my heart is not an easy thing....

You managed to make me unable to live without you,

Zia restrained her smile as Zidan sang the Virgoun Proof song with a gaze so deep, so deep that it penetrated into her heart.

You are proof of the beauty of face and heart,

You become harmonious when I sing, about the light and darkness of this life,

Zia sat in front of Zidan, as there was already an empty chair there, enjoying every beautiful voice that came out of the husband's mouth. Zia also never let out her smile when the lyrics for the sake of the lyrics slanted.

You're the most beautiful form of good God to me, you're the greatest woman to me

Please keep that in mind...

Zidan finished his singing event by putting the guitar on the bed, sitting next to him.

For a while they looked at each other, then Zidan rubbed his wife's cheeks so gently, making Zia close her eyes. Enjoy the warmth of the husband's hand.

"Thank you, I'm always patient and attentive every time I come home with a wound. Thank you for never being angry and always trying to understand my situation even though I know a lot of question marks in your brain. Believe me, I never do anything without good cause and reason" Zidan said slowly and fervently.

Zia nodded with haru tears dripping down her cheeks, a crybaby indeed.

"I should have said that. You are more patient to accept me as a gini, you who never use a high-pitched voice when I am wrong," said Zia. The hands of the two clasped tightly together.

"I want the words that I read, it reads gini: In the hands of an honorable man, a despicable woman will be noble. Whereas in the hands of despicable men, noble women become worthless. "

"And I fit into the first category, in the hands of men like you I became a better woman than before" Zia continued.

Zidan smiled and kissed Zia long ago, "Because you deserve to be glorified, all women deserve to be glorified. Moreover, it is you who will give me an extraordinary title, to be a father."

Zia was very lucky, even though the thing that brought them together was a trap. But Zia likes the destiny she now lives, which forces her to think maturely but so sweetly. That makes it independent even though it needs to be a little forced.

Add grateful because what was framed with him first was Zidan. Although he had to give up his old home life, but he got a sweeter substitute. Although it is undeniable that he often misses his old house.

If it wasn't Zidan, then don't know what he is now. Definitely kicked out of the house, got pregnant out of wedlock, and became a vagabond. Perhaps Zia would choose to end her life right then and there.

Dugm!

Zia leaned her back against the back of the chair as she made a powerful kick from inside.

"That's really you... Gemezz deh," said Zidan sebati put his palm on the abdomen of Zia who seemed to move.

"Awas ah his hand," said Zia putting away Zidan's hand. It's nothing, but if Zidan touches his stomach, the movement inside there gets more brutal.

Zidan then noticed Zia rubbing the bottom of her stomach.

"I feel her head here" pointed Zia at the bottom of her distended stomach.

"Well, is it downstairs?" ask Zidan. Zia nodded then pulled Zidan's hand to press down on the bottom of her distended stomach.

"That's hard" said Zia who was taken by Zidan. That's the head of his son.

"Emang is usually downstairs? not usually above, right?" ask Zidan.

"Say Mother, if it is already below means that the position is ready to be born," replied Zia.

Zidan nodded, the thinner the time he had. It has been the 33rd week of Zia's pregnancy, meaning in a matter of weeks Zia will have given birth.

Zidan has to move fast.