Married to My Friend's Boyfriend

97. The Yoga Venue

In the midst of dozens of prospective mothers, Zidan saw his wife who seemed to make movements after movements instructed by her yoga coach. Point by point sweat began to appear on the forehead and temples of his beloved woman. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. Zidan's eyes never get tired of looking at the figure of the future mother of his child.

"Still very young. How old are you?" Question from a man who had just sat next to Zidan. Judging from his face, the person was not the one Zidan used to meet while accompanying Zia. Looks like a new member.

"Seventeen," Zidan replied to the man who seemed to be slightly older than him.

"Three years apart. I'm twenty," said the man who answered a nod of his head from Zidan. Although Zidan is not comfortable with a familiar person like this, but he still appreciates it.

"Gue Rakha, what's your name?" said the man again while thrusting his hand.

Zidan received a helping hand from the man named Rakha. "Zidan's."

Rakha nodded then stood up and looked attentive into the yoga room. "Which girl?" tanyakanya.

If it's not wrong, Rakha talks to Zidan. So Zidan replied, "White clothes. Third from the right."

From what Zidan saw, Rakha looked at Zia. "Imut" he said.

"Merried By Accident?" ask Rakha again. Zidan did not give any response, either nods or headbands. Zidan did not know whether or not Rakha was in the category that Rakha mentioned.

Rakha who did not get an answer to his question smiled and said, "Neither need to be ashamed. I'm the same."

Zidan turned to look at Rakha. "Gue's not an MBA."

"Neo believe me. Still a rich young man where to marry cepet if no accident," said Rakha again. "Gue is really bad."

Zidan only smiled faintly and said lazily, "That's you, not me."

"Looky girl rich girl I must be. He was told to fallin did not want to. While the parents' willpower is finally, married forcibly," Rakha's story received a dislike response from Zidan. It was not at all the same with his story and Zia.

"Sorrys. Your story is different from mine" said Zidan then stood when the door of the room opened. Zidan has said that now is the time for a pernatal yoga couple.

As soon as he entered the room, Zidan's eyes met the wife's sweet smiling eyes towards him. Zidan rubbed his wife's hair before sitting in his position.

"Hi."

Zidan turned his head and rolled his eyes lazily when the one sitting next to him was Rakha, the man with the jutek-faced woman whom Zidan believed was his wife.

Throughout yoga, Zidan occasionally turned his head as the couple next to him continued to fight. One movement equals one debate, that's what Zidan captured.

"Whisper yes" Zia whispered to Zidan in the midst of their movement. Zidan nodded confirming, it is noisy. From the outside, there is a lot of talk, the more chatty when with his wife.

"Kasian, the number of guys has no intention," whispered Zia again. The pregnant woman next to him had just joined today, if when Zidan used to be stiff because he was not used to it. But this is different, the guy looks very reluctant to do movement after movement. His face seemed forced, and his mouth continued to nag his wife. And his wife's face is also under pressure, very different when without a partner.

"Let's be focused" replied Zidan. The bad impression Zidan had gotten from the first time he met the man. Now he is lazy to talk about it.

"God!" Everyone turned to one of the pregnant women who fell because his partner did not properly hold it.

"Noharah!" ketus Rakha to his wife who is being helped to stand by Zidan. Zidan until the head bobble saw Rakha's bad attitude, it was impossible not to speak like that in public.

"Sir, why?" tanya Zia represented the others.

The pregnant woman shook her head, "Why. Sorry to interrupt, I'm sorry.thank you."

Everyone stared pityfully at the pregnant mother who came out of the room with her hands wiping her tears. In stark contrast to the man named Rakha, he just came out disrespectfully.

Zia looked pitifully at the woman who was her age.

They continued yoga after the couple exited the room.

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Zidan knew that something must be troubling Zia's mind. I don't know what it is, Zidan will ask now. Near him Zia who was sitting on the bed while busy playing mobile phone.

"Is there anything that disturbs your mind?" asked Zidan while rubbing Zia's head.

Zia turned off her phone and put it on the nightstand. A sigh sounded before Zia said, "I thought the same couple."

"What thoughts?" asked Zidan while rubbing Zia's distended stomach.

"Kasianannn.." - Zia made Zidan raise his head. His eyes were right met with the shady look of Zia's eyes.

"Sampe fell that way, her husband was also very rich. I'm the one next to him, not the heart" said Zia who made Zidan smile.

"Don't think about it? That's their household business" said Zidan who didn't want Zia to think too much about other people's problems.

"Where not to think. She's the same age as me, pregnant as well. But he was treated not well with his own partner in public, very sick must be his feelings," said Zia whose eyes had been glazed considering the incident earlier this afternoon.

"The body is thin also for people who are seven months pregnant, very different from my body. Her husband doesn't take care of her wealth" Zia upset.

With understanding, Zidan responded to Zia's words, "Take the silver lining. At least you didn't realize that woman was natural."

Zia nodded, "Zia definitely wouldn't have been strong if she had been in the woman's position."

Seconds. Two seconds. The eyes of the two meet. After that Zidan kissed Zia's lips briefly, just stick for a moment and then back he kept it away. "I also won't be sebrengs*k the man."

"Why aren't they rich in harmony?" ask Zia.

"MBA. He said the girl did not want to fall out of her fetus when forced to be the same guy, that's the case," replied Zidan according to what he knew.

"Bad guy," said Zia.

Zidan nodded, "It's rich men who fall the dignity of other men in the eyes of women. So, as if all guys are the same brengs*knya."

"What's important is that you're involved" Zia said, wiping Zidan's hair as her husband slept on her lap.

"Engga? Actually if I think about it I brengs*k also because it has been destroyed in adolescence and your future," said Zidan regretted.

Zia disagrees with Zidan's words, "You didn't ruin my teenage years or my future. You're just revising that time so I can be a better woman than ever."

"You ruined my plan. But you put together a more beautiful plan instead" Zia said wisely. Zidan stared in disbelief at Zia's cute face, his wife's tumben could say that.

"It must be Keyna who said it, right?" accuse Zidan of being on target. Just look, a horse's whin came out of Zia's lips.

"Tau aja's... How can I put together such a rich sentence," replied Zia while ruining Zidan's hair to a mess.

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