My Beloved Husband

Aisha's Change

Aisyah walked quickly forward while holding her stomach, that's a definite rule from the husband, actually he was caught walking fast, the sharp eye glint would attack her.

In front of the terrace, not only her husband, but there was a guest who was none other than the young man who used to follow Shafiyah went to study and others.

"So Ice, so troublesome, sorry." Nakula received a bashful parcel, indeed so the character, arguably this is the male version of Aisyah. "What is this, brother?"

"That's the work of brother Bas, his son wants to be made anything with him, so a lot of his work in this house, you bring ya, all of you can be friends when waiting for Sofi, ehehe."

"Well, thank you very much, brother. Ice. I accept yes, hopefully healthy always," replied Nakula sumringah.

Baskara cleared his throat, glanced at his wife and friend at once, the pregnant woman immediately approached, sitting next to Baskara, while Nakula suduah was ready to be sprayed.

He waited for three seconds, there was no growling sound of Baskara, the jealous man on his wife seemed to melt once one hand was pulled and rubbed on the stomach, aware there was his son, should not be angry indistinctly.

"What time did you meet Sofi, Ak?" baskara calls Nakula, instead of her calling Nak or Kul, eheheheh.

"An hour later, he asked for this first love here," he replied, he drank a warm tea that was delivered by Nur's bik while blinking.

"Yeah, Ak. You like Sofi?"

Hurrfttt!!

Baskara turned his head and glared shady at his wife, recently Aisyah kepo tablets, usually in front of people like to be quiet, pregnant hormones make a lot of changes in both of them, the woman said, Baskara also sensed something was strange to her, now that she saw Aisyah's change.

"Nda, what are you talking about?" whispered.

Aisyah retreated slightly, "I just asked her, Yanda. Kan, all this time she's been shy there Sofi, who knows like us, harboring a taste, hem?"

"Don't do it, Nda. The tea so spray here and there, Yanda's shirt so got gravy!" whispered again.

Aisyah covered her mouth, chuckling back there, because the question was almost all the tea was spilled and sprayed by Nakula, even though the young man was still coughing and patting his chest.

One box of tissue, Baskara threw into Nakula's lap, still the same as in the past where Nakula would be nervous when there was a question whose answer embarrassed her, he said, different from his younger brother Nabila who is lighter talking.

"Sorry, Bas, Sister, sorry!"

"She, I'm sorry!" Baskara glanced at his wife and asked the pregnant woman to apologize.

Aisyah nodded, she knew it was wrong because it almost made everyone wretched, choking could have been dangerous.

"I'm sorry, Ak."

Nakula shook her head, "I swear, Sister Ais is not wrong, I'm the one who likes to be surprised, no problem, I'm sorry to make the floor dirty, sorry!"

"Hmm, it means there's this feeling when it comes to shock!" start again pregnant women.

Baskara again, looking surprised at his wife, grinning, wanted him to just carry into the room, this way everyone could faint to see Aisyah's change.

For a moment, he asked for permission to enter first while holding his wife's hand, not to the main room, but to the guest room.

Nakula just nodded, really his heart was about to explode, the name Shafiyah made his blood flow move fast, pumped continuously like a bull that was willing to attack.

"Mmpgttttt, Yanda!" keep Baskara's face away. "The guests are kissing!"

"Once you are nervous, you can ask me flirtatiously to Nakula, Nda. It's not just him who's surprised, me too" he said.

"Ais just saying what's in the heart, Yanda think Ais is lying?"

"Not so, you don't usually ask, Nda. He'll hang you!"

"Hey, don't let me, pity you haven't realized Yanda's feelings for me!" beating her husband's chest.

Whether it was his wife or not, Baskara kissed once more, then he lifted the long cover slightly, looking at the red marks he left behind every night.

Equally, this was Aisyah who was with him last night, her face was the same as well, but what was spoken was different.

"The grandfather was kepo, ehehehehe."

"Hush, you're a kepo!"

"Yanda ya kepo, didn't you, waiting for an answer too, was it, hayo?!"

"No, who's waiting, I was just shocked, Nda."

"Mmmm, excuse, Yanda kepo, Yanda kepo, Yanda kepo ...."

This is his wife, isn't it?!

The umpteenth kiss until Nur's bik was forced to knock on the door of the guest room, Nakula wanted to return to pick up Shafiyah, while her two masters had no toys inside, for a long time.

Jeglex, mangy,

"Master-" choked. "Non-" choked again.

Her hair was the mill master, the non-sullen one, what war just now? uh, hush, the widow's mind must be anu, hush!

Baskara walked forward without combing or rearranging her hair, she wanted to appear as it is, this is if you are married, all have wives, want braided hair also for the sake of her child would want.

"Bas, I went to Shafiyah first, greetings to sister Ais yes," he said.

Baskara nodded, "Later to say, he was angry, ordinary, this is the mood."

Nakula points at Baskara's tangled shirt and random hair, even the man looks funny now.

"Ck, here's how if you're married, she wants me to wear a skirt and wear it, eheheheh, why, you don't like it?" slink, glancing cynically at Nakula, did not want to be laughed at.

Nope,

Nakula plays it safe, he rushes out the keys to his service car, then walks half-run to the front porch.

Aman, I'm safe!

Meanwhile, Baskara came back in, bik Nur desperately held back laughter at the appearance of his employer, like being hit by a pikacu sting, willing to laugh fearing being fired.

"D-shit, here!"

Not willing, Aisyah knows that her name has been called as before, that means being serious.

"A-yes, where did ya, anyone know?"

Aisyah peeked out of the door of her room, wanting to pretend to sleep so her husband would give up.

"A-yesha, don't answer your husband later-"

Brak!

"It's here, Yanda!" screaming from above.

Slink, slink,

Baskara grinned, she flicked her fingers, but Aisyah refused, sure to want her husband's revenge

The hair he's got standing up, the shirt is tangled, not to mention the feet, the shoes he's throwing and the socks are all there.

"Yanda!" willing to rebel, Baskara's hands are choppy. "Yanda, I'm pregnant, I can't punish pregnant people, sin!"

"Ahahahahah, that made you pregnant was also me, Nda. My punishment must be you like, here!"

"No, my son and I refused!"

Baskara laughed again, still putting on her mafia face.

"That's my son too, I'm the cash deposit right there, come on!"

"No way," replied Aisyah insisting. "Yanda, no, last night, no more!"

Heh, man,

"Who wants that, Nda. Give me back my hair, I can be laughed at by this worker!"

Oh, yes, ahahahahaaha.

Ten minutes later, though,

"Kan, just her hair is draped, why take off the pants?"

"Pay for Non-salon!"

"Aaaarrrghhhhhh, put the pants on!"