My Beloved Husband

Tumpeng Welcome

Cocks, cocksuits again, cums again and again.

"Why is Yanda?"

"Good, happy my son, that means the second I'm staying to learn to make a daughter, A-yesha."

Ah, it felt longing to be called such a name by her husband, as it had been centuries, Aisyah wrapped her hands around the husband's left arm, leaning her head on that sturdy arm.

Still remember when they lost their first child at that time, it felt like the world was destroyed and Aisyah was afraid her husband turned away, even she had thought there was no part of happiness that they could embrace after this.

However, the miracle came and became a blessing for both, through prayer that never broke and the efforts of the two who always seek the best way whatever, to the village though, they did and this gift they finally received.

"Well, did you tell mom and dad?"

"Not yet, when it's in the car, I tell them, dad must be happy to get a grandson, he's prepared a training barracks and-"

Silence, just like mothers used to where it is not hearty that their children will go into the barracks of training that is hard for forgiveness, get a lot of injuries and mental felt so deep, so deep, tapered until no less so easy.

The first son in this house and his younger brother will also be felt in the same way, no matter their mother agrees or not.

"A-yesha, he must be a good man because there is your upbringing, he will be a strong man," Baskara said to relieve his wife's heart.

"But if he's in pain like Yanda?"

"He will know how to treat it, you want him to wake up like his father or want to be able to walk here and there, acquaintances like those out there?"

Aisyah clearly pointed to her husband, if they can take care of themselves, at least they should put their child down, love in silence before the wedding, let go or dare to have, at least to have, that's what they want in the child who's still in the belly, not playing on the woman's feelings without clarity.

"Yanda, want to buy a mini onde-onde yes," he said while improving the sitting position.

Baskara nodded, she gave the happy news to her parents first, then to Mama Fya as Aisyah's adoptive mother, and eventually it will spread to all families.

The car drove away leaving the team of doctors who had been shocked, laughter and the burning spirit of Baskara even burned themselves, becoming tense until Baskara and Aisyah left, and then left, the next check that was on their heads was just a pole and a pole.

Without them promising beforehand, once stopped at the onde-onde salesman, the meeting with the twins Faris and Rendi made them cheerfully, not to mention the true Disa welcome that had been with Baskara since long ago.

Plaque, plaque, plaque!

"Wanna buy this?" ask Disa.

"No, buy the troupe!"

Plaque,

"Is, your husband's duh hasn't changed at all, the answer is still tight." he told Aisyah who had just greeted the twins. "Heh, Bas .. I've read your mother's message, style want to have a son, happy waiting for your house so the ship broke!"

Baskara grumbled, "My son is different from your young master's son, wek!"

"Eh, haphazardly, it's nice of you to say, all the boys are the same, it makes no difference, all the unloading toys, destroyed countless, same mother father to the head bobble!"

"Because it's your son, my son is different!" again, Baskara continues to lure the mother of three children this one.

Riva, toel ...

His head was down, one of his sons pulling his pants.

"What dear?"

"Mama, there it is!" pointing at Baskara's pants, Disa laughed.

"What?" Baskara.

Could kick that little leg, right in the part there's gum attached.

Damn, Baskara clenched both hands, suddenly making the twins scared.

"Bas, don't be like that, there's no horror drama here!" He was able to hold his two sons.

Seeing that, Aisyah rushed over, her order was in hand, while her husband was fighting here with his cousin's wife, never changing.

Plaque, plaque, plaque!

Disa who hit, not Baskara, he said if beaten can escape the demon who possessed Baskara.

"Mbaaak, sorry yes, he is this if you like it, sorry yes," said Aisyah. "Yanda, I'm sorry, don't make it too much to joke!"

"I'm not outrageous, he equates my son with his son, obviously not the same, me and the young master are different!" not willing to budge even with this woman, especially his wife Reno, Baskara was angry even he was not daunted, just forward. "Don't compare!" pointing Disa.

"Don't equate, don't equate, do you sing anymore dangdut song?!" Can stick out his tongue.

Know this, Aisyah chose to make onde-onde at home only.

"Heh, Bas!"

"What, what the hell are you talking about?"

Loh, her fierce husband has turned into a figure who is chatty, even dare to reply to the babble of the wife of his cousin, mocked to join furious because of the lure of fishing from Disa.

Yanda!

If Aisyah did not withdraw her husband's hand, guaranteed that her man would not stop replying to Disa, as well as Disa who would never give up if she had fought Baskara.

There were two twins he could not make him stop, just the opposite where the mother-of-three became so.

"Yanda, don't do it!" Aisyah pinches her husband's cheeks. "Don't give an example to those twins, Yanda!"

"You're just kidding her, Nda!"

"Yes, kidding, but right in front of the twins, so later if imitated them how?" Aisyah pinched again, her husband if he had met with Disa, no one wanted to lose, but fortunately there was never a grudge between the two. "If your child is born, don't give that example, give me a good example, Yanda!"

Yes, Baskara nodded, he rubbed his wife's hand, if anger was contagious to Aisyah, which there he could ignore during the trip and at home, today there is good news.

Cup, he kissed repeatedly until Aisyah smiled, then the car drove, had Aisyah open the glass of her car, waved at Disa and the twins, they were with the driver around while spending food, he said, so the way Disa distracts her children who always want to join her papa work, afraid her papa taken people.

"So, just don't bring this for Sofi too?"

"Quite, I bought a lot, which made my own father, later let me not frown. Yanda yes, don't use usilin mom, so make daddy jealous!"

"Eheheheehehhe, the working father is jealous, let alone not working, the jealousy increases."

When they got home, maybe tonight Baskara asked his wife to stay here, he wanted to linger and see how happy his father and mother were.

The two were reportedly busy helping Nakula prepare as well, not to mention Shafiyah who was upset when her husband left the task abroad for months, only met through videocall where the affairs of the children inevitably delayed, he's at dad's house with all his gala until one house has trouble sleeping at night.

It is likely that her husband will return just when Baskara's child is born, then alternately the two sisters who will honeymoon, this time must be postponed first for the sake of work that began to move to Nakula's shoulders.

"Dooorrr!!" Shafiyah surprised her two brothers, intentionally making them both bearded and Baskara almost shouted at her. "Congratulations, Brother!"

Baskara hugged and carried his sister, his body was still small despite being married, easily Baskara lifted and swirled.

"Congratulations, Sofi joined the seneng because Big Brother wanted to be the father of a handsome guy and aung!" he described her as a tiger, not knowing that Aisyah wanted her child to be as gentle as Nakula. "Father, I've been waiting for you!"

"Where are they?" Baskara rolled her eyes.

Shafiyah took him to the kitchen and there the two old men were busy fighting to serve yellow rice in a tumpeng model how.

This is the first grandson of a descendant of the Scriptures, from the first son to the first wife who was gone, he thought his lineage would be cut off, in fact no, such a great gift for him.

"Dad-dad"

"Heh, he is, look at your son, ma'am. If there's any news about how he's crying, is he a tiger or not?" Dad grab it and hug.

"Kan, it's his son Daddy that, aung-aung but if at home the same family crybaby, ahahahahah, here Mom ya want dong hugged his son!" alternately, but can not be long because the jealous father, as usual as Aisyah and Baskara alleged, the jealous father rose several fold since not working, afraid mother glanced at other working men. "Daritadi, your father wants a round model, you want the stacked can be cut, if Dad just round flat as the tray, can not be cut, Bas, Is, before this Mom!"

Shafiyah rubbed her father's cheek, she will defend her father here, if there is Saka, she will definitely invite to defend her father, it's a pity that Saka and Nakula have to be abroad for a while.

"Relax, Dad there's me, I support the uncut, the cut hurts, don't you, you know?"

"Yes, how do you know your mother if it hurts!"

"Heh, what?!" duar, already brought a cake knife, want to cut tumpeng maha work. "Speak again, I cut it!"

"Mom, ahahahahahah, A-yesha until you want to wet your laughter, stop it!" Baskara held his wife who kept laughing at this family drama. "Hold down, Nda. Come on, go to my bathtub!"

"Loh, eat the tumpeng first!" mom halangi.

"No, Ma. Later, how's bedwetting here?" the one being held chuckled on, his chest going up and down, as well as his big belly.

Dad and Shafiyah brought a bucket, "Here if it's not strong!"

"Ahahahahah, ouch, kebelet!" Aisyah was getting chuckling, for some reason and what was going on today in her family. "Yandaaa, come!"

"Yes, but you're quiet!" bedwetting later.