Marrying Surrogate Mother Tanteku

Darren's

Dusk fell asleep again after waking up briefly to perform the morning prayer. Darren repeatedly made quite a movement to shake the bed, deliberately wanting to wake his wife. But it didn't work.

Until the babbling sound of Dasen teedengar, Dusk had not yet awakened. Darren was inching, wearing a yellow mustard shirt that he had accidentally released.

Darren takes Dasen from the next room, letting Wati do her personal business. The one-year-old baby boy was left to walk on his own slowly. Darren just showed a colorful toy with a tinkling sound. Liur Dasen kept dripping amidst his chattering and crisp laughter.

"Das, ma Nja nyidam what is this, why do you keep sagging." Darren wiped the baby's typical cold-scented saliva with just his hands.

"Pope ... Mam ... Mam ... Ma ...." Dasen chattered, increasingly making saliva flow profusely.

Darren lifted the body of the bully Dasen into his arms. Smell reddish cheeks it bertubi - tubi. As usual, Darren will not stop before Dasen is upset and whines even often to the point of crying.

Dusk awoke to hear Dasen's voice. Not even a life was collected, Dusk hunted to take over holding Dasen.

"Hubliness! It usually makes a problem but it resolves the giggly," said Dusk while stroking Dasen's cheek gently.

Darren just grimaced, fully understanding the meaning of Dusk. I guess sorry hasn't been a hundred percent. It takes more effort and prayer.

After Dasen returned the henchman, Dusk handed Darren Mahendra's incarnation to her husband.

"I want to take a shower, watch out for more crying!" threaten Dusk.

Darren came back just grimacing. Dusk still calls himself with me, a sign that is still not good - fine.

The door knocked from outside. Darren opened. Immediately appeared Zain and Bae who had full make up there.

"Zain has not eaten Darr, he said waiting for Kemala. Where were you last night? Are you the son-in-law of Eomma? have you started to be brave - like you?" Bae entered slowly thrusting on Zain's shoulders, his eyes staring sinisterly at his first son-in-law.

"There is a misunderstanding that must be cleared up Eomma, Dusk nyakulan papa yesterday. Sorry about Eomma" Darren said with a gantle.

"Awas you repeat Darr, eomma tell Kemala to go home eomma directly. You can even minjemin women. What were you promised? slept?" sindir Bae's.

"Geez eomma, there's kids, there's no way Darren is. His smile for a moment, his loss for life" said Darren quickly.

"Pinter really talks about it, the practice is beribet. If the eomma becomes Kemala, the eomma will be the jambak - the jambak will be female. It was so relaxing as it was." Bae looks upset.

"So never relax eomma, if until tomorrow the money does not return. Let's see what Kemala can do" said Dusk out of the bathroom. Since becoming pregnant Dusk never linger - long there. The smell of soap sometimes still makes him nauseous. Dusk even chose to use Zain's soap for bathing.

"Yes, ready - ready first. Zain hasn't eaten yet." Bae passed out while reminding again.

Dusk combed her hair, took a little piece on the left-right side then put it together in the middle with a small pearl-decorated pause.

"Want to eat here or below?" ask Dusk.

"Under," Zain replied steadily.

"Zain and Dasen go down first with Daddy then," said Dusk, indisputable.

Darren according to him, sweet, good and obedient fashion must be run for the welfare of the dragon.

Now they are like a happy family enjoying breakfast at the hotel restaurant. The atmosphere of the hotel is quite crowded, the series of Bae and Arham events as a form of gratitude for the pregnancy of her children will start in one hour. Darren and Dusk will be at the top. Dusk todak can if you have to smile all day and greet guests.

"Wat, after this you go back to the room only. Let this whole day Dasen be with his Daddy." dusk ordered, instantly made Darren choke.

Dasen is the biggest baby so far, when his eyes are open the whole world has to move with him. Let alone a day, two hours full without a break with Dasen, never made Darren can not wake up all night. So he likes to wonder, how his wife was able to follow the Dasen polah with an enlarged stomach.

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Dusk preparing to wear a brocade green dress, Darren was wearing a suit in green that was two levels softer than his wife. Dasen was already safe with Wati, mingling with the others. Zain and Mahendra and Sarita greet the guests. If Zain's ideals were not to become a doctor, Mahendra crops would have fallen in his hands after Darren retired.

Seeing the hand of Dusk having trouble reaching the back zipper of his dress, Darren helps his wife. Not with a quick movement, but slow down his hand. Letting his fingers come into contact with his wife's back skin.

Dusk closed his eyes, feeling a touch of mischievous fingers.

"I miss, Ask!" darren Whispers.

Dusk throws his lips. Covering the same taste of kangen but still able to cover it with a sense of prestige.

"Can you kiss? just tinkering?" rayu Darren's.

"No! Little or much makes no difference. Some hard to believe. Dikasih tikit take it a lot, given hold aja finally hands hodep heaven. The man who held his talk was not just his dragon," as usual Twilight made Darren even more anxious.

"Ask... Sin does not mean the wife serves the husband?" Darren lowered his hand to the hip of Dusk.

"sin! Do not commit sins anymore. The sin of Angelica alone is still intact. The suspect was arrested first. Still sniffed me. Look at your face, look at Angel's face" said Dusk firmly, while pushing her husband's body using his hips.

again - again Angelica's problem. Helping people instead of getting a reward, now even get miserable. Don't be caressed, not even a fleeting kiss.

"We're down now!, half an hour away from the peak event. Don't let them wait for us!" Dusk immediately rubbed Darren's arm. There is a touch. As usual, because she did not wear high heels, the height of Dusk was no more than her husband's shoulders.

Getting out of the elevator, Darren and Dusk were surprised. Flashes and camera glare scrambling leads to both. The twilight moved her body to her husband. Darren looked calm - just calm down.

'Look, it can be as cruel as what Darren Mahendra is, ' Darren's inner self, his face looks so devious.

"Thank you all for attending tonight, precisely at my wife's seven-monthly Pregnancy event. I invited you here because through my media friends I wanted to apologize to my wife. Because of my carelessness, my wife these few days is experiencing birth and inner discomfort. Please make this apology headline news. Continuing prayer, may my wife open the door apologies as wide and wide as sheikhlasnya," said Darren very silly.

Pinches and spoiled punches are plastered - the tubes land on his arms and stomach. She was embarrassed by her husband's silly actions.

Though it was a business journalist who wanted to cover behind the success of Darren drove Mahendra Corps into a number one trading company. Darren has given a briefing to reporters to make Dusk more confident with his efforts. Of course it won't be headline news, Darren isn't that reckless. Can not imagine, tomorrow his wife must be frantically looking for online and offline news about them. Surely there will never be.

"I'm sorry ma'am ... Excused!!!" one of the news seekers is pumping Dusk.

"Sorry ... Maafin ... Maafin ..." the other cheers were mutual.

Darren rubbed his wife's hip, pressing her into his body. "They won't come home, before you forgive me, Ask," whispered Darren a little cunningly.

"I've forgiven you. Su... It's." Already." A little nervous. Camera highlights made him uncomfortable, no more than eight journalists there, enough to make Dusk rowdy and misbehavior.

"If only words - words I don't believe. Kiss me please!" Again Darren uses his cunning ways.