My Perfect Husband's

CHAPTER 96 Visiting the Brother

Afif was sitting on the couch, watching his wife busy recording her moving belly, their son active once today. The pregnant woman only wears a black crop top with no sleeves and matching shorts. There are many selfie mirrors on the phone.

"Nay's so fat, huh, sister?" naynay asked as she twirled her body in front of the mirror.

"No, you're getting sexy, honey." Afif smiled, he was already immune to that trap question. Once Naynay lashed because he answered wrongly, resulting in not being able to sleep hugging the pregnant woman all night.

Although Naynay used to say no problem with his body shape, but who knows the contents of the heart and attitude of pregnant women. Now he can fight if he is said to be fat, but only on Afif alone. Naynay felt that Afif said it was fat, just as her husband did not appreciate her being pregnant with his child.

Naynay walked up to Afif with a sweet smile, then sat down right next to her husband. "Hmmm... Play, shall you?" tanyanya slow.

Wahh... A bright smile of Afif instantly rose from his lips. He turned his body to face the wife with one hand perched on the smooth thigh. "Come, how many rounds?"

"Ehh.. Mom-not playing that, Nay wants to play out. It's been two days here and we've never been out of the house" replied Naynay, lowering Afif's hand from his thigh.

A rough gust of breath sounded from Afif's lips, he pinched the base of his nose. The side effects of screwing Naynay turned out to be ten times more addictive than watching adult videos. Virtual is addictive and damaging to the brain, but the real thing turns out to be more addictive. It's not the brain that's damaged, it's tremors.

"Where are you going?" asked Afif while rubbing his wife's hair who had returned to smiling.

"Nay's only been here this time, so where's your big brother going."

Afif thought for a moment, where good is he to take his wife. "How about we go out to dinner together, there's a very famous beefsteak restaurant nearby." Afif gave his proposal.

Naynay nodded in agreement and sent a message to the others to get ready to go to the restaurant. After making sure everyone read the message, Naynay and Afif walked into the dressing room to change their clothes.

When they are ready, they leave the room. Afif guided Naynay down the stairs. They left immediately because the others had already gotten into the car first. For the car that Afif and Naynay boarded, who will be the driver must be Ryan. In front and behind the three cars, there is one car that each contains 8 bodyguards.

Upon arrival at the restaurant in question, they are greeted directly by the owner. One restaurant had been vacated earlier because Afif called ahead of their departure. Privacy is paramount, Afif will do anything as long as his family is safe from various possibilities.

"Please, Young Master." The restaurant owner opens the door of the room usually Afif eat if he comes here. You could say, this restaurant is his subscription in the country.

Afif pulled out a chair for Naynay, after which he sat down next to his wife. Araa sat beside Qiara in her stroller which was indeed carried by Yasmin.

"Which message do you want?" tanya Afif showed the menu in the menu book to Naynay.

"Not a message" replied Naynay handing the decision to Afif. She would eat what her husband ordered later.

Afif asked the waiter to bring him the food he usually ordered. After everyone there determined their respective messages, the waiter immediately came out to prepare the order for the influential family.

Naynay smilingly looked at Ryan and Silla who were sitting next to each other, while Qiara scowled wryly as she sat alone without a partner like the others. Naynay with Afif, Silla with Ryan, Yasmin with Hendrayan, and herself. It seems like she's thinking about having a boyfriend after this.

"Sister, he's kicking on." Naynay grabbed Afif's hand and placed it on his stomach.

"Maybe it was because she was upset that she couldn't see you so beautiful tonight" Afif smiled back and kissed Naynay's cheek in dismay.

"There's a little kid here!" annoyed Hendrayan looked at the middle of his daughter-in-law.

Afif doesn't care, he still wash in front of the people there. An upset Naynay pushed her husband's face away from her.

"Keep if you want to sleep alone tonight" threatened Naynay whispered. Afif immediately stopped and rolled one eye at his wife.

The waiter came and immediately arranged the food on the large table. They work carefully so that there are no mistakes and end up giving problems to this restaurant. After everything was neatly arranged, they immediately came out with a proud smile.

"Young lord Afif's wife is so cute, I feel good about being able to serve them." The servants began to talk about the mysterious Naynay. They can show off to other colleagues later, that they have seen the face of an Afif wife.

Inside the room, everyone started their dinner by occasionally joking around. Bumil smiled as the steak that Afif had cut into his mouth. Usually he would have melted the beef he had eaten, but now he didn't. The steak here is delicious.

"I also want to be fed" Silla told Ryan because she saw Afif feeding Naynay.

Ryan turned his seat slightly and cut the steak into small pieces. He was feeding the girl just as he had asked.

Qiara would rather feed Araa her baby porridge than see three human pairs there feeding each other. Fortunately Araa was able to compromise, the baby chattered in response to Qiara's words.

"Nay wants to go to the toilet" Naynay said after drinking water.

"I'm interrupting" said Afif, wiping his slightly greasy lips.

"No need, Nay just for a minute." Naynay refused and immediately walked out to the toilet.

Having finished, Naynay came out and glazed over to fix his bangs that were starting to fall apart. From the reflection of the glass, he saw the toilet door beside him was open. Naynay was surprised because what came out of it was a man staring intently at him.

Naynay twisted his body and grew surprised to see the man holding such a shiny knife in his hand. His feet could not be moved, he was so scared when the man smiled evilly as he walked over to him. The exit door was far away from him.

"Dead you!!" the man shouted while swinging a knife to stab Naynay in the stomach.

"Akkkhhhh.." shouted Naynay loudly with eyes staring blankly ahead.

The bodyguards who heard the scream ran to the toilet and saw one of their colleagues clutching a man's hand. While Naynay, the wife of their master was staring blankly at the stomach of their colleague who was bleeding with a knife still stuck there.

Quickly, the bodyguards helped their comrades. While the man was hit hard to fall to the floor and his arm was held behind his body.

"Day!!" afif panicked and approached his wife. He was so shocked when one of his bodyguards informed him of the incident.

"He.. He wanted to stab Nay in the stomach." - Naynay shakily pointed at the man who grimaced in pain on the floor. The man's eyes were still staring intently at him.

Afif immediately carried Naynay out of the toilet and took her to their room earlier. There was a sofa there too, so Afif sat his body there with his wife on his arm.

Sobs began to sound from Naynay's pale lips, she hugged Afif tightly. Surprised and afraid, that was what the pregnant woman was going through. He had just experienced an assassination attempt, his body trembling in fear.

Yasmin calmed Araa who was also crying, apparently she also felt Naynay's fear. Silla and Qiara were standing beside the sofa, they had no idea what was really going on. But seeing their sister-in-law who was crying in fear, they decided to shut up first.

Ryan and Hendrayan who had come out with Afif, are now taking care of the man who tried to stab Naynay earlier. There must be a motive behind the assassination attempt, so they'll find out.

Afif rubbed Naynay's back, hoping that his wife would calm down. He was afraid that this would make his wife's mental health deteriorate again and affect their child. Araa who had no blood relation could only feel Naynay's fear, let alone their child who was still in the stomach.

Yasmin decided to take Araa out, Silla and Qiara also came along so that Naynay could calm down immediately.

"You're safe, honey." Afif whispered while continuing to rub Naynay's back.

"He wants to kill our son, Nay is afraid." isak Naynay who starts hiccups until his breathing is irregular. Afif's shoulder was wet with tears.

Naynay was still imagining the sparkle of the knife that the man had brought. How the gaze of hatred and the swing of the knife was about to stab him. If there is no bodyguard, maybe their baby candidate is no longer there.

"I'm here, Ryan's taken care of it." Afif raised Naynay's head to see his wife's face.

Seeing how pale and frightened that radiated from Naynay's eyes made Afif growl resentfully in his heart. Don't expect to be able to live a quiet life after making his wife like this.

"Nay wants to go home" said Naynay with a body that still shakes violently.

"Let's go home." Afif wiped away the tears on Naynay's cheeks. He stood up and carried his wife to the car.

Ryan and Hendrayan, who were still taking care of the man, made Afif call one of his bodyguards to be a driver. Three cars drove back home, two more stayed.

Upon arrival at home, Yasmin immediately brought Araa who had fallen asleep tired of crying into the room. Silla and Qiara also went to their respective rooms. Dozens of bodyguards passed outside because they had received reports of the incident earlier. They go around making sure it's safe.

In the room, Afif laid Naynay on the bed. He opened the flat shoes that Naynay wore before lying down to hug his wife.

"Don't cry anymore, our son must be crying now because his mother is crying." Afif rubbed Naynay's stomach, his lips also gave a warm kiss on his wife's eel.

Naynay's cries stopped when she heard Afif's words. True, his son must also cry if he cries. Naynay further tightened his body on Afif's body, hugging him also perengat. He tried to sleep so that his fear would go away.

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