My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [Baba's mustache makes love ]

There is no activity other than just lying on the bed. Kaysan came home early today and picked me up at Laura's shop.

I learned to make cupcakes today. And, results. Feeling unexpected again.

I was forced to take it home and force Kaysan to help me finish this cupcake.

"Open your mouth, mas." I said as I thrust the cupcake in front of Kaysan's mouth.

"I've been dying like you. Already, brother." Even though Kaysan refused with the softest reason possible. I felt Kaysan was about to vomit feeling my cupcake.

"Yes, I eat by myself. My son won't vomit from my cupcake. He will definitely accept bubu as it is." said me with a face that suddenly looks jaily.

"Today Jani won't argue with the parents, so Jani won't force the mas anymore." I chewed cupcakes with force, hungry often scolded me every time.

"Enak Dik?" kaysan asked, he turned to prank me. Jail's face.

"Enak." I answered briefly.

"Hahaha, but your face doesn't show you like it." Kaysan pinched my nose, he took a glass of water from the table.

I drank it fast.

"Thank you, Kay." Kaysan stroked the top of my head.

We're back in bed. While looking for a name for our son.

"If men must use the name Raden Mas. If women use the name Raden Ajeng when they are children, when they grow up they become Raden Ayu."

Kaysan explained the pedigree of the Ningrat lineage along with his title, I just nodded and stared at the focus of Kaysan's moustache which was flourishing. I'm elus his mustache, it's laughable as well as fun, "Don't shave!"

Kaysan just cleared his throat, he was engrossed in looking for suitable names for his first child.

"We'd better use USG first, it'll make it easier to find a name" I said, my hand still busy stroking his mustache. Lips too.

Kaysan's eyes closed, he sighed and his gusto was warm in my hands, "You want to kiss, you can."

"No!"

"Why do you think Kaysan likes it?" My forehead wrinkled, "Mas bored with me, I don't like my lips anymore?"

Kaysan put his phone down, he cupped both of my cheeks. "Your lips are not boring, change our clothes and we go to the hospital" said Kaysan, he kissed my lips briefly and stood up.

"Propa wants to take a shower, bubu want to come?" Kaysan swept the towel, he grinned.

"No! Every day make love, like a baker stirring the cake dough." I'm quick.

I opened the closet and took Kaysan's change of clothes.

"I put the book on the bed, man."

Kaysan looked out of the bathroom, "The tube never showered, it was cheating. Though baba often bathe in bubu many times."

God, why is my husband so naughty and flirty. "GOD! ASHAMED!" I ran out of the room, Kaysan chuckled and closed the door.

An hour prepared, we were already on the paved road. The car swerved following the existing traffic signs.

"I deg-degan mas." I said while holding my chest.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid if the gender doesn't match what I expected."

"That's not important, what matters is that you and the baby are healthy and safe."

*

Doctor Elizabeth smiled, she was moving the ultrasound transducer in my stomach. Kaysan smiled, he continued to look at the LCD screen that displayed his son's motion. His face sparkled, between joy and wonder.

"What gender, Doc?" I sit down.

Kaysan listened carefully.

Elizabeth's doctor submitted the USG photo, "Pretty, like your wife."

Kaysan looked down, his eyelids filled with tears ready to spill.

She was moved, "Had my wife loved cooking. It turns out my son will become a Princess."

Doctor Elizabeth smiled, "Congratulations, and remember the second and third trimesters pregnant women are very passionate about making love. Therefore, you as a husband do not get lulled in the atmosphere and know the limits. Use a certain rhythm and style that does not hurt the content. Don't get your wife excited too often. It would make his stomach cramp if done repeatedly." I laughed, and it turned out that Dr. Elizabeth knew about our bed.

I got off the bed and patted Kaysan on the shoulder, "Let's go home, mas."

Kaysan kissed the USG photo and kept it in his wallet.

"It's mine."

"Yes baba, keep it."

"I'm not satisfied to see it, bubu."

"Well, the hospital bill will double."

I pulled Kaysan's hand, as he reluctantly walked out of Obgyn's room.

Doctor Elizabeth waved her hand. I'm shaking the horse.

"Prophe like a boy." Kaysan continued to smile. He took my hand and swung it.

Thank you Gusti, this time I saw my husband in flowers. His face seemed to be detached from the heavy burden all this time. Moreover, this child can unite Kaysan and Ayahanda.

We passed through the hospital corridor and stopped in front of the pharmacy to make up for the vitamins. Afterwards we stopped by a river that flows in the middle of Melbourne, the Yarra River. Many medium-sized ships perched on the riverbank.

Kaysan told me to shut up, while he got out of the car to buy something.

I honestly don't know the amount of money Kaysan has. But whatever I want slalu Kaysan to do. Am I not greedy, I want to help Kaysan economically, but the current situation is not possible, let alone the fetus in my womb is a very valuable thing for the whole family.

Kaysan opened the car door, he brought two strawberry-flavored ice cream cones, on top of which were cherries.

"For my daughter." said Kaysan.

I received the ice cream.

"To bubu!"

"Yes the dregs." I nodded resignedly, just want to get the dapet dapet sampasnya I received, the important thing is I have enjoyed the taste and my daughter got nutrition.

We stayed quiet and enjoyed the ice cream. Kaysan turned on the radio from the car's dashboard.

Well I found a woman, strong than anyone I know 

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home  

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets 

To carry love, to carry children of our own

...Ed Sheeran - Perfect....

I finished my ice cream, Kaysan too. I giggled when I saw there was still ice cream left in his mustache.

"Adult men who act like little children." I pulled out a few pieces of tissue and removed the remaining ice cream on Kaysan's mustache, "It's clean." I ended it by rubbing Kaysan's cheek.

"What is happy baba?"

Kaysan nodded as he said, "My daughter will be beautiful like you, and Baba will bother looking after her. There will be a lot of bad guys bothering him."

What the heck, Kaysan had already thought too far. What if her daughter looks exactly like her. Introverts, stubborn, full of surprises and another one of the most dangerous, have a high sexual appetite. I shudder in horror.

"Let's pray that's fine, ma'am." I smiled wryly and was curious about the appearance of our son later.

"I'm happy" Kaysan said.

"

Bubu knows baba is happy, but what are we in the parking lot for? We better go home and rest. Father and two eyes we must be happy."

Kaysan shook his head quickly, he took a photo of the USG and showed it to me.

"Nothing I've been wanting to carry."

"Now just carry bubu first, it's the same as all carrying our children."

"Can't, bubu's getting heavier."

"GOD! that's a sign I'm healthy." I pursed my lips, right Kaysan said. I did gain weight, now I weigh almost fifty-five kilograms.

"Tomorrow to buy BH, mas."

"Why with your BH?"

I grinned, it was like I didn't know, "My son is too small, want to see?"

Kaysan shrugged his shoulders, "No! The doctor said Baba can't obey you. My daughter will be tense and born prematurely. The danger!"

"If Jani sighed now, wouldn't she?"

Kaysan snapped his finger on my forehead.

"Don't hope!" Kaysan glared, he was indifferent. His style is like mine if he's resisting it to reward me.

It doesn't taste good, like being rejected again unfortunately.

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