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"Sir Fattaaan!" Shouted Syiffa while looking intently at her husband.

"What's baby huh?" Ask Fattan without guilt.

"Fattan's sister Nyebelin knows. just make a surprise." Syiffa pinched Fattan's arm.

"Ih you now like to play pinch mulu sick tofu. Who told you to stop, huh?" Fattan asked as he looked at his wife.

"But that's not the same time, brother. Thankfully I don't hang on." Grutu Syiffa while staring at her husband.

"Yes sorry, my dear. You told me to stop doing what?" Ask Fattan.

"That's a brother, Syiffa pingin. "Syiffa's speech was deliberately hung and looked at the place in question.

"You what? Try to speak clearly dong." Fattan.

"That's what you want to eat meatballs." Answer Syiffa.

"Bakso? There's no meatballs, baby. Your eyes are the reason, not the one selling here." Said Fattan as he looked left and right, who were now stopping by the side of the road.

"There's brother Fattan, it's the meat's gleaming, glowing again, anxious I sniff it out." Syiffa looked at someone on the side of the road.

"Darling, don't make me dizzy. Where there is a glowing meatball, there is a round and rough mah meatball." Fattan looked at his wife.

"Sir Fattan mah, I don't really mean what I mean." Syiffa stared at Fattan.

"You're weird, some freaks are just weird, there's no meatballs baby, there's also people talking about bald guys just as much as girls." Said Fattan while looking at the person in question.

"Yes brother, I mean-" Syiffa's speech was interrupted when Fattan interrupted his wife's conversation.

"I know what you mean. Very insolent ya have a wife mentang mentang man's head bald yes, even equated with meatballs." Gerrutu Fattan while looking at his wife.

"The answer is yes to meatballs hehe." Syiffa while grinning.

"This wife of mine has nothing to do, I told you to stop just to say it's a bitch's head that's bald, it's a bitch." Gerrutu Fattan while pressing his upper lip.

"But seriously, brother, Syiffa wants the shithead, don't know why Syiffa's fat on his head like a meatball." Grouser Syiffa.

"No way. It's not polite to know how to snatch people's heads." Omel Fattan's.

"Sister Fattan, what pity would you have if you had a baby?" Syiffa asked while looking at his wife.

"Yes, our baby is in your wife's stomach." Syiffa said as she rubbed her stomach.

"Dear, are you pregnant?" Tanya Fattan felt disbelief.

"Heem," replied Syiffa while nodding her head.

"Thank God, thank goodness you're pregnant." Said Fattan while kissing the hair of his wife's shoots.

"So how, brother Fattan will follow Syiffa's will, right?" Ask Syiffa.

"Of course, honey. Yeah, let's get out." Fattan said as she opened her car door.

Syiffa and Fattan got out of the car and walked to the person.

After approaching the person, Fattan was confused to start talking from where it used to be.

"Sister, let's talk dong fast." Bisik Syiffa to her husband.

"But baby dong, I see like they have a problem again." Fattan looked at the man with a woman turning her face away from each other.

"Maybe he's just acting" Syiffa said.

"Geez, baby, it's like being serious isn't acting." Fattan Briefs.

"Yes, if you do not want to follow Syiffa's will, do not blame if our baby is evil." Syiffa.

"Don't say it, dear.   All right, I'll talk." Yeah." Fattan. Then Fattan walked over to the man.

"Sorry sir, Ma'am... "

"What!" The man and woman snapped off Fattan's conversation.

Jlepp. With great difficulty, Fattan swallowed his own saliva. Fattan was really dizzy to talk how. After the wife again cravings of course do not want to make her son ileran later.

"Hei Mas handsome, want to reach the night stand still there. Want to be a referee, huh?" Ask the woman.

"No, I just want to." Fattan's speech was cut off when he looked at the man in question staring intently at him.

"What do you want?" Ask the woman again.