Married to My Friend's Boyfriend

127. First Day of Deuteronomy

In this week, Zia always used her free time to study. When Zavian sleeps or is not fussy, there Zia will learn. Considering the day after tomorrow was a replay of the class increase, Zia as much as possible understood some of the material. Because honestly, Zia had slightly forgotten the material taught after 40 days of homeschooling because of childbirth.

"Don't be forced, as much as possible," Zidan said as he watched Zia resist the drowsiness to continue learning. Just sitting down almost slumped down.

Zia immediately re-enforced her seat, "Here I can, it'll be over soon."

Zidan smiled in response. Zia was diligent in studying, she could not ban because she was his age and Zia should be busy preparing for the 12th grade.

"It's sleepy for Zi to sleep, for Zavian to sleep again, too" Zidan said as Zia's head intermittently lowered its head to hold back the sleepiness.

Zia did not answer, and finally Zia's head fell onto the table so sleepy. Zidan until the head bobbles, already know can not stay up late but continue to force themselves. Yeah like this would be.

Slowly, Zidan lifted Zia's body to put her to bed. "The Zavian's mom's heavy, too, yes" her monologue.

Zia's weight has not fully returned as usual. Still contains because it is more concerned with ASI for Zavian than body shape. Yes, although it still looks beautiful and adorable.

After putting Zia to sleep, Zidan also slept next to his wife. Zidan had studied earlier with Zia, only he had stopped first.

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"Yuk morning walk. Around the complex," Zidan asked as Zia was sunbathing with Zavian.

Zia seemed to think for a moment then nodded. "You take the stroler or carry the Zavian's hand."

"I'm carrying here" Zidan replied, taking Zavian from his mother.

"The better you are, whose child is it? whose child?" zidan's wrath while peeping Zavian's face. Especially when the son was smiling, adding to the adorable impression. Zia smiled when she saw Zavian look so small when carried by Zidan.

"My son," replied Zia who was walking next to Zidan. H-1 class increment replay should indeed be refreshing.

"My son is. It's a big one from me" said Zidan, not to be outdone.

"Would you be Zavian?" ask Zia sewot.

"Your egg can be Zavian? not really, is it?" ask Zidan. His palms covered Zavian's face, which was glazed by the sunlight.

"Our son," Zia said in the end.

"But I still didn't expect. But we made Zavian unconscious, right? Are you inget?" asked Zia to make Zidan shake, he already remembered the incident.

"Inget little" Zidan replied. He remembered from beginning to end. It was just impossible to explain it to Zia.

"Seriously? I don't want ya" cried Zia. I'll do it both ways, Zidan remembers he didn't.

"No need to wait" said Zidan. If he could choose, he chose not to remember the dark night. As he with bering*s desecrated a plain girl like Zia.

Zidan seemed to think while looking at the scenery on the streets of the complex, "Maybe we can be honest when Zavian has grown up, I even became afraid Zavian did not want his birth if we tell him. As long as he doesn't mention it, don't mention it."

Zia nodded, her thoughts the same as Zidan's. In fact, they never blamed Zavian at all, only almost and quickly brushed aside such thoughts.

"But I'll think of it later, how come papa mama I'm so young huh? Though they're not." Zia's eyes stared affectionately at Zavian as he said so.

"Why. The important thing is that Zavian knew that we were married when you were pregnant. I think it's enough to understand him that he's not a child out of wedlock" Zidan said.

"Hopefully so," Zia responded. Honestly, he was too scared about other people's views regarding Zavian, let alone who understood his past and Zidan.

"Udah do not think about things that are not necessarily events. Mending now favors the same cuteness of Zavian before he grows up," said Zidan who saw Zia bengong. Zia nodded, agreeing to Zidan's suggestion as she would not miss the slightest of Zavian's growth.

Zidan and Zia continued chatting throughout their surroundings. Reply to the neighbor's greetings and let those who want to carry Zavian. Sunday morning is usually a lot of people housing this out of the house to just say hello to neighbors or exercise.

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Zia, Keyna, Sherena, and Ayra are working on a repeat of the class for math subjects. Keyna and Ayra looked so calm working, unlike Sherena and Zia. They're still homeschooling at Zia's house.

Before starting to work on the matter, Zia had suckled*i Zavian first. Until now Zavian he entrusted to aunt.

Sometimes Zia looked up to the 2nd floor timidly if Zavian was crying but it was still safe in the arms of aunt.

The questions made me dizzy. Zia just smoothly do a few that Zidan has taught, the rest forget to remember. True yes thanksgiving, does not mean it will follow the remidial.

"It's fifteen minutes to go" said the teacher in charge of watching them today. Zia immediately worked on a matter that she had not been able to do. Very serious until ten minutes left, Zia's concentration was broken because Zavian was crying.

Sometimes Zia looked at Zavian on the second floor, first she was still trying to stay focused, but long Zia could not bear to hear her son crying. In a hurry Zia gathered her answer sheet that was not yet fully filled.

"Sorry Mom, my son is crying" Zia said, giving him a piece of answer paper and quickly walked to the second floor. His three best friends looked up for a while and then refocused on the issues. Naturally if Zia was concerned with her child rather than values, the soul of a mother should indeed be like that.

"Here baby. Was it the laper? do you want nen?" said Zia while taking Zavian from aunt's sling.

"Sorry Non, I tried to calm her down but didn't stop crying either" said the aunt.

Zia nodded, "Come on Bi. Thanks for looking after Zavian, this is his Zavian lager so he can't stop crying. Zia to the room first Bi, want nyus*in Zavian," said Zia.

While breastfeeding*i Zavian, Zia had forgotten her paper that she had not filled all.

"Sorry Mama ya lama nyamperin kamunya, until there are tears gini," said Zia while wiping tears in Zavian's eyes.

Zavian does not care about his mother's speech, he is more fun to fill his stomach with ASI.