Marrying my Best Friend's Cousin

Mual

Everyone certainly has different abilities, trying to smile despite a chaotic heart, like a professional film player. The husband and wife who are in a feud can play in front of his family and friends. Until now, everything was back to normal, Zafran again became indifferent to Tifani. While Tifani again dissolved in sadness, rubbing her stomach which had already made a sound, the girl sobbed.

But her husband was deaf, his mind filled with questions about who did that to his wife. Tifani chose to lay her body on the bed, leaving her husband sitting quietly like a statue.

Zafran glanced at his wife, his breathing began to settle, wiping away the remains of tears on Tifani's cheeks. He then went to the kitchen, the man made porridge because he could not bear to see Tifani who slept with a hungry stomach. Indeed, all day, Zafran did not pay much attention to his wife who was pregnant young.

"Fa.." Zafran touched Tifani's arm.

"Emmhh," the girl opened her eyes as she felt disturbed.

"Of.." Tifani smiled, but her eyes implied a deep sadness.

"Eating," thrusting a bowl of porridge at Tifani, with no intention of bribing him, Zafran immediately lay his back on Tifani.

Tifani smiled knot, between having to be happy or sad, even though he was actually not tasteful, but he realized if there is a fetus that also needs adequate nutrition, sesap for a mouthful, but he realized if there is a fetus that also needs adequate nutrition, Tifani put the remaining porridge half then followed her husband who had flown to dreamland.

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"Om, don't go hicks,"

"Don't stay with me, this is your son Om,"

"Don't..!!"

"Hey..Fan, what's wrong with you?" Zafran kept patting Tifani on the cheek.

"Om.." suddenly Tifani woke up with a breath that was still stingy, he grabbed the burly body, drowning his face in the body of the husband.

There was no reaction from Zafran, he did not refuse but did not return Tifani's embrace. But as soon as his forehead shriveled when he felt his clothes wet, Tifani's back shook, the girl cried, she did not accept such a cruel fate, began to get tired with the trials that came unceasingly.

In an instant, the girl got off the bed in a hurry towards the bathroom. She suddenly felt nauseous, either because of her husband's intoxicating body or because of her pregnancy hormones.

"Aren't you papa, are you?" I don't know what was on the man's mind, it was obvious that his wife's face was pale but he still asked it was okay.

"Om, I want to be happy," Tifani knitted her fingers, staring hard at her husband.

"Huh?" Zafran was not inexhaustible with his wife's craving request.

"Tomorrow, now sleep!" Zafran carried Tifani's body and laid her on the bed.

"But I want to see." the girl's eyes turned sad, her face looked down in fear as Zafran looked at her horror.

Tifani pulled the blanket over her face, she cried again, she hated this kind of situation. Why is everything changing so fast? Now that the bar-bar girl became crybaby, Tifani rubbed her flat stomach.

While Zafran, he was just silently pensive, trying to find clues so that this problem did not spread everywhere. His heart denied that it was not his son, but he could not remember when it ever touched his wife. It became a dilemma in his household, a misunderstanding that can actually be overcome with honesty, but until now Tifani has not said a word about the event.

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