My enemy My husband

Chapter 124

Gavin smiled broadly as he closed the door of his room. He won a lot tonight and Diandra had absolutely no chance of getting away with it. Gavin stepped down from the second floor of his house. If her mother did not watch the television broadcast upstairs, then certainly Mira watched the television broadcast with Mbok downstairs.

There's something Gavin wants to talk to his mother about tonight. Especially if it is not the desire of the mother that is inversely proportional to the desire of the wife. What about Gavin's wishes? He followed his wife, however, who would experience and go through all these amazing processes was Diandra, not Gavin. Diandra who will sacrifice a lot, ranging from physical, emotional and all kinds of changes that maybe he is not really ready to experience things and the progress happened so quickly to him.

Sure enough, Gavin smile when he found Mira was busy listening to the favorite soap opera of mothers se - Indonesia with her domestic assistant. Gavin sped up, not because he wanted to join the soap opera, but wanted to chat with his mother immediately.

"Well, that evil one is Elsa! I am so excited!" his mother's troubled hiss made Gavin sigh long, basic mother-female soap opera victim!

"The evil one, Mom. The director is also pinter, choose the artist who judges his face. So it's the same gemes Elsa," Mbok chimed in, making Gavin's guts squeak.

It seems that if the sinteron has not disbanded, then his desire to talk about the twin grandchildren that Mira requests will be in vain. Gavin continued to step up, dropping himself on the carpet right under his mother's feet, leaning on that leg and looking at two mothers - the bushy soap opera that in Gavin's eyes there is absolutely no interest - this is interesting.

"Why come down, Vin?" Mira looked at Gavin who was spoiled sitting down while hugging her legs.

"Can't you, Mom, Gavin's here?" Gavin pursed his lips, a question that actually made Gavin a little anxious.

"Aren't you Dian?" a question that was so relaxed was thrown from Mira's mouth, making Gavin snort because there was Mbok there.

"Udah, he's asleep, Mom." Gavin answered with embarrassment. Why ask that sensitive thing in front of Mbok anyway?

"Well? Cepet highly? How many rounds was that, Vin?" back the innocent and humiliating question came out of his mother's mouth, making Gavin sigh with a long, patient sigh. Her mother's character is like this, isn't she?

Gavin snorted, "Yes, I have to report to you too how many rounds?" all of you, right? Definitely in the heart Mbok is laughing out loud hearing his absurd chatter with this mother.

"No need either." Mira answered with eyes that could not be separated from the television.

"What's clear is that when it's done, you have to report to Mom, Vin." Tell Mira firmly.

Gavin closed his eyes. Jeez, having a single mother for life why is it so absurd that Gavin's mother's ration?

"Have you met the obstetrician, Vin? The program?" Mira glanced at her youngest child, her gaze then focused back on the television in front.

"Not yet, Mom." Gavin answered honestly.

"Well, why is that?" Mira is now seriously staring at Gavin, ignoring the television. Event to break ads. So Mira switched focus.

Gavin let out a long sigh, he had to remember very well to always be patient with his mother. No voice can hurt the mother. That's what he held fast to long ago. Especially since entering the world of medicine, koas in the obgyn section and see directly with his own eyes how the struggle of a mother giving birth, the love and love that Gavin has for his mother is greater. No matter her mother is sometimes so absurd and infuriating, Gavin remains affectionate and in love with this middle-aged woman.

"Coas are heavy, Mom. Especially stase major. Surgical stase, obgyn stase, interna, son. I've been ngalam, so I know very well, ma'am." It was Gavin who really hoped his mother would understand.

There was a long sigh, Mira's hand stretched out to restore the youngest child's hair. Makes Gavin more possessive hugging his mother's legs. Mira's smile was hanging. No matter the youngest child was transformed into a lecturer as well as a surgeon, he remains his Gavin who if faced with Mira will turn out to be very spoiled, If outside the house? Don't ask! Mira was tired of being called back and forth to the BP office because Gavin was involved in fighting with his friends at school.

It was fortunate that he was smart, diligent in coming in and gathering tasks. His grades are always perfect, so Gavin doesn't make it to the DO due to frequent fights at school. Things that he used to be afraid of will be carried away until college. Gavin's college mana is far from his parents', but Mira's concerns are unproven. Since boarding and independent, Gavin's arrogant outside the house changed completely. No longer makes his mother dizzy because of the raw hobby hit, but makes Mira dizzy because yesterday there are no signs he wants to get married even though it is quite mature and established.

"Mom does not understand and do not understand what you are experiencing in order to become a Doctor, Vin. Cross and how hard it is, I don't know. You used to fight alone, away from Mom. So where do you know?" from her gentle tone of voice, Gavin knew her mother was not angry.

Gavin's heart was relieved instantly, his smile expanding. The way to treat her mother has to be like this. Speak from heart to heart and in a gentle and good mood. It is proven that many events Mira can be destroyed except one, when asked Gavin to get married. Absolutely not to be denied!

"If it's your decision, what can you do? You guys are undergoing. You feel it, don't you? But then again, please make your age a consideration as well, Vin. You guys can talk good again." said Mira.

Gavin smiled wryly. It was his old age that was always a problem, wasn't it?

"Diandra is young, but you? You are nearing the number forty. How long will Koas be? You were two years old, right? Well you're thirty-seven, pregnant and others we make one year, that means your first child is born, you're thirty-eight, want forty, Vin." Mira's face turned worried.

Gavin again tightened the embrace of his mother's legs that had been a little saggy. Why the heck Asian people, especially Indonesia is always worried about excessive age? On a short-lived pessimist? Or how?

"I see, ma'am" that's all that came out of Gavin's mouth, having no intention of arguing or refuting.

"Thank you if you know what I mean, Vin. But whatever your decision will be, I can't force it either. The important one, Vin...."

Gavin looked up, looking at his mother who was still continuing to gently nourish his hair.

"What is that, Mom?"

"You get along well, get along well and be happy always yes, Vin. That's what I've always asked God for you, Vin. Healthy continues, a lot of his fortune and the blessings of his household."