My Perfect Husband's

CHAPTER 58 Ice Skating

Naynay entered the room holding Araa holding her milk bottle. Once was at the mouth first with Yasmin who wanted Araa to sleep with her. So Naynay says to pick Araa up to her room later.

Naynay sat on the sofa holding her beloved five-month-old baby. Taking the bottle of milk that Araa was holding, the pregnant woman helped Araa to drink the remaining milk in the bottle.

Hearing the door open, Naynay turned his head. Afif walked in with a suit draped over his shoulder. The long leg stepped towards where Naynay was sitting with Araa busy with her milk.

Afif threw his body beside Naynay and hugged his wife from the side. His head rubbed against Naynay's shoulder.

"Water for Big Brother is already Nay readyin," said Naynay while putting an empty milk bottle on the table in front of him.

Afif kissed Naynay and Araa's cheeks before standing up and going to the bathroom.

The door was knocked, then opened and Yasmin's head appeared. "Mama's here to pick up Araa."

Naynay holds Araa and approaches Yasmin. "It's just been a while with me, Mama asked again."

"What a while, from this afternoon it was the same as you." Yasmin glared as she took Araa from Naynay's sling and left immediately.

After lunch with Joan this afternoon, Naynay is escorted home by Ryan. Afif was worried because since after vomiting in the restaurant, his wife's face looked pale.

Naynay closed the door again and walked towards the bed. She threw down her body and hugged the bolster that Afif often threw on the floor. He held her belly, six more months and the little angel there would be born.

"Akhh." cried Naynay when he felt his feet held by cold hands. So fond of fantasizing about the birth of her baby, Naynay did not realize her husband had finished bathing.

"Where's Araa?" afif asked as he laid down his body in front of Naynay who was sleeping sideways.

"Taken with mom" said Naynay with pursed lips. Afif nodded small.

"Your face, change!" While staring dislike at the pajamas that Naynay wears.

"Kan Sis just gave me one last night, when Nay used it again." Blinked his eyes plain.

Afif sighed violently because the plan to be a baby tonight failed. He turned his back to Naynay and closed his eyes.

"Sister." Naynay's index finger pokes Afif's waist.

"Hhhh."

"Fight here first!" Naynay pulls Afif pajamas.

Lazily, Afif turned his body and hugged his wife tightly. The resentment that had been lingering in his heart was now gone. I don't know what kind of charm Naynay has that can change the mood of an Afif as he pleases.

"Nay not get a bonus?" Naynay nodded his head.

Afif lowered his gaze. "How much do you want? I'm transferring now."

"Nay does not want money," said Naynay stopped long-handed Afif who was about to reach his cellphone on the nightstand.

"Then?"

"How can you know Joan, Nay wants to know!"

"If I don't want to?

Naynay pursed her lips.

"Kiss first." Swallowing lips.

Naynay kissed Afif's lips several times and bonused his jaw. "Now, the story!"

"I met Joan two years ago, at her father's birthday party. Joan's dad was my old papa friend, which is why I wanted to come there. We talked and he introduced Joan to me. You know we're the same age, right?"

Naynay nodded.

"I was surprised at first, he should have been in third year of college, but still in his first year. And he said that he postponed going to college because he wanted to study directly at his father's company. Its relaxing but authoritative carry, made us familiar. From then on, we often went to lunch or dinner together, there were other friends of mine as well." Afif finished his story by kissing his wife's will.

"Hhmm, but why are we married she didn't come?" naynay asked puzzledly, her forehead wrinkled deeply.

"If he comes, your other best friend will come."

Naynay finally understood her husband's relationship with Joan. "Nay want another bonus."

"What?"

"You eat fried rice, but buy it." Putting on her cute face to be obeyed.

"It's night, tomorrow." Afif tried to bargain, he was afraid that his wife would catch a cold.

"All right, Come on." Afif sat down and grabbed his phone, contacting someone who was sitting on the sofa in the guest room downstairs.

Naynay went to get a jacket, and brought it for her husband. Fortunately Naynay likes to collect men's jackets, sometimes the pregnant woman also appears tomboy lhoo.

Afif held Naynay's hand up to the front of the car, where Ryan was already standing in material pants and a black T-shirt.

"Sorry, yeah. Nay nyusahin again, it's so hard." Naynay scratched her head, feeling bad constantly bothering her husband's secretary.

"24 hours I'm ready, miss." Ryan closed the door and entered the driver's section. His words made Afif and Naynay laugh back there.

The car started to go at a moderate speed. Afif was already lying with his head on Naynay's thigh, his new habit if he was alone with Naynay in the car.

"Nay don't want fried rice in the restaurant, on the side of the road." Naynay glanced at Ryan through the car's rearview mirror.

"Just obey" Afif told Ryan. His voice was slightly muffled as his face was stuck in Naynay's stomach, but Ryan could hear it clearly.

Therefore, Ryan began to observe where there might be sellers of fried rice on the side of the road. About fifteen minutes of driving, there were many street vendors on the side of the road. Ryan's looking for a parking spot.

"Sister, come!" Naynay patted Afif's cheek, which was busy kissing his distended stomach.

They came out and Naynay excitedly took Afif's hand, whose head was covered with a hat. He walked past one by one the vending carts that were crowded with buyers. After finding the wagon that had stolen his attention, Naynay smiled.

"Sir," called Naynay making the fried rice seller who was sitting pensively a little surprised and turned his head.

"Eh, Miss Nay." The seller's father smiled widely with sparkling eyes at Naynay's arrival.

"Why are you selling here, why not in the complex again?" asked Naynay while greeting the 60-year-old father.

"You're looking for a new atmosphere, miss." There was a forced smile on the old man's lips.

"Please sit down, Miss, sir." His wrinkled hands allowed them to sit on a plastic chair beside him. I don't know who the two men are with Naynay.

"Mr there's a problem, huh? Is anyone doing anything rude there?" asked Naynay who was suspicious to see the father's smile.

Afif and Ryan just quietly listened. They were both amazed to see Naynay who cared so much for the little people like the old man.

"Father of a story," said Naynay while sharing his smile.

The father sat back where he was sitting. "Two weeks ago, I helped sell Nana. That day I felt bad, so I refused Nana's help. But that boy ngeyel wants to come along. Pas again rame buyer, there's a phone call to deliver his order to the house." The father hid his sad face.

"Nana said she was the one who delivered it. Two hours went by and he hasn't come back yet, I'm worried. Shortly after, there was a car stop in front of where I was selling. A woman came out dragging Nana whose clothes had been torn, her face was swollen and her gaze was blank. The woman was angry and said that Nana was flirting with her son." There was a drop of water that fell soaking the wrinkled hands of the father who was still looking down.

Naynay closed his mouth in disbelief, he could immediately understand the intent of the story. Nana, that girl her age is a rape victim?

"Why didn't you say the same papa? It must be helped," asked Naynay with teary eyes.

"I can't, Miss. They threatened me if they told Miss's family."

Naynay rubbed her melted tears down her cheeks. "Where now?"

"Breathable in a mental hospital, Miss."

Afif holds Naynay's hand. "Nay, don't think about it. I'll take care of it for this father."

Naynay adjusted her breathing with great difficulty. He should not be much thought, later affect the baby's dedek in his stomach.

"Sepi, no buyers yet?" ryan asked the man.

"Not yet, Sir." The father looked at Ryan and Afif changed with his eyes reddened. I woke up to find out who the two men were wearing the hats were.

"Mr Afif and Mr Ryan?" the father did not believe. His shivering body met directly with these two world-influential people.

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