My Beloved Husband

Mood Pregnant Mom

Dor, dor, dor!

Plaque, plaque, plaque!

She shouldn't have come here just to hide in the back seat, who could have seen her husband playing gunshots and punches, could have been as relaxed as Baskara swinging his arms and legs.

In fact, here Aisyah can see clearly the scars that her husband received, there is also a stitch Baskara work, whether she wants to play anything to dare to try to sew her own, next time Aisyah open skin sewing services at her home.

Gosh, gosh,

"Nda," called the man who had been sweating incoherently, not to mention that at the end there was Saka, the sister-in-law accompanied by Shafiyah, to be his loyal supporter and nurse, Baskara was also his sister. "So, Sofi's losing time, you're here!"

"Bitter, bitter, bitter!" muttered Aisyah, afraid of her.

"She, who dong is cleaning his sweat, this sultry!"

Aisyah gave the towel without looking, not afraid of being tempted by her husband's nice body, but afraid that she was screaming hysterically because there must be a trace of Saka's punch there.

I don't know, he likes to play at fellow brothers.

Bucil: Ice Exercises, exercises!

"Nda, help dong!" Baskara pulled Aisyah's hand until the pregnant woman sat on her lap, she forced, otherwise, to hide until they came home.

Aisyah raised her face, she saw that handsome face, there was a wound on the corner of the lips that was nothing but a hint of tearing a little, Aisyah turned to Saka, whether there was such a mark.

It's amazing, he doesn't want his son to hit like that, he won't.

But, what can it be, will her husband who trains directly as his father-in-law said.

"illness?"

"No, seeing you doesn't hurt, ehehehe."

"Hush, I think Yanda came here for what, it turns out that the war is with Saka, she was badly injured no?"

"And we both know which position to attack, this is not a free fight, Nda." Baskara grimaced as Aisyah gave the medicine to her lip wound. "If it's gini, I can't kiss you for long, Nda."

"Good, ice can sleep well!"

"Eh, right that hurts up, down no, wek!" like teasing Aisyah who is clearly defeated and drunk, his wife was just chatty after getting pregnant, definitely need a lot of vocabulary help.

While in the other corner, Shafiyah painstakingly treated the wound and cleared away Saka's sweat marks, a gentle and slow touch, just the same small ringing as Baskara on the wound on that lip.

Repeatedly Saka dropped her face on Shafiyah's little shoulder, making her sister nag and laugh at the friction of Saka's hair on her neck, two adorable brothers, the affectionate gaze did not escape Saka's eyes, while there's no father to limit him asking to be spoiled by his sister.

"Who won?" tanyakanya.

"Snack."

"Sister!" Shafiyah slumped down from Saka's lap, but Saka held it down, pressing down with both hands. "Lt!"

"Why, he did win because he made my little queen fall in love, huh? " Saka swiped the tip of her nose against Shafiyah's round cheeks. "When is he coming home, hem? While I'm here, it's not just Bas's dad and brother who meet him, I'd like to be there, when?"

Shafiyah pinched the tip of the nose, "Don't know, she told Brother Bas this week, what do you want Brother?"

"Make sure he can be happy and responsible for you, especially if he can't, I'll drive him out of the house!"

"SISTER BUS, BAD SAKA!" his sister made Baskara turn her head, not so kiss Aisyah, while Saka chuckled. "Shut up, don't laugh, get punched again?!"

The threat that did not work at all for his two brothers, Saka actually teased him to tears and Baskara just approached moving the small body to his lap, hugging alternately, Aisyah capture this moment.

"I said dad, let it be!"

"Say me or Nakula?" saka Ledek.

"Saka," said Baskara, pulling Saka's ear.

"Feel, Brother Bas's hand must have hurt if the jewer!" Shafiyah stuck out her tongue.

Czech, czech, czech ...

Pregnant women who begin to be active, take this moment from various angles until her husband is anxious, afraid that they slip because of moving places continue.

***

"She, don't dress up and be pretty!" glanced at his wife who was still sitting in front of the dresser. "So, powder is enough!"

Aisyah did not reply, she lyriced slightly while stylized to sing her lips, as if she was wearing lipstick only, then showed off the complete make up of wedding gifts.

"Ck, Nda .. You are, yes" he growled.

Baskara was no less resourceful, he rushed to the dressing room, dismantled Aisyah's closet and picked up an item that could make his wife stop.

A veil?

"Why do you want me to wear this?" turning his head, he showed that his face was not polished anything, only powder, all was still genuine, even his lips were slightly pale.

"Don't dance and I said!"

"There's nothing to this, Yanda. Just look, just powder, but his lips are pale Ais, can ya that, thin, yes Yanda?" Aisyah snatch her veil, she throws it on the bed. "Later, it's just the nuclear family, right, like Nakula's family, no one is interested in me, okay?"

Baskara noticed again, it was pale Aisyah's face if not given a little color, but she did not want to be seen fresh others.

All right, just a little bit, but for the sake of relieving her husband's heart, Aisyah brought the cover of her face.

"Dek, Yanda you are jealous, but no problem, Mommy likes, eheheheh .. wear this yes." Aisyah wears it until only her forehead and eyes are visible.

"Beautiful hiccups!" but, Baskara approached, he took off the cover, nothing excessive from Aisyah's face, more beautiful at home than if he wanted to go outside, make up that he wears if at home only. "Later, coming home from this should be prettier!"

"Yes, Yanda!"

Kan, so lost the dye of her lips, the same as just using powder, her husband is like this, but Aisyah admitted, she changed a little since pregnancy, her mood is not stable as before.

Aisyah wrapped her hands around Baskara's arms, their arrival did attract attention.

"Yanda, I want to know the Arsy who said he wanted Saka to be betrothed after our son was born, Eheheheh."

"Sstt, can you do it again, Nda!"

"This is Yanda's son who made a speech, Ais come!"

Baskara rubbed the stomach that began to look like that, asking her son to calm down and not make Aisyah a lot of behavior, let alone kepo earlier, jeez, he was anxious if it continued this way.

"Yanda, that's-"

"You want to ask, Nda?" he glanced up, his old room. "You take it there if you keep going!" slink, threaten.

"Gee!" Aisyah just hide then.