My wife Little Child

Chapter 79

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Wednesday night, 19:12 WIB. Dira just finished taking a shower. Stepping out of the bathroom inside the room, she dried her wet hair with a towel.

She saw her husband sitting while leaning on the head of the bed. His hands focused on playing the hp.

"Mas" call Dira.

"Hm... Why Honey?" sahut Fahri without looking.

Dira now stands in front of her dresser, then starts combing her long hair. "Dira want to eat fried rice sold at the kelolan. Before I got pregnant, we bought it. Not inget? It tastes good too,"

Fahri turned his attention to the wife who now began to dry her hair with a hair dryer. "By Honey. You just wait here. Let Mas buyin" he put his cellphone on the nightstand and began to move from his seat.

"I went with ah Mas. wanted to eat there anyway,"

Fahri remained silent for a moment. "Judah it's up to you."

"Yeeeeee...!" exclaimed Dira excited, while putting back her hair dryer on the dresser because now her hair began to dry.

He who was still wearing that kimono-style towel robe, nimblely darted towards their wardrobe. And grab a knee-length home dress striped jersey material.

"Please wait for the car, baby." said Fahri while reaching for his car keys on the nightstand.

"Okeeyy Sayanggg...!" exclaim Dira spirit. Fahri walked to the door and grabbed his handel. Then it passed out of the room after closing the door again.

A few minutes later, Dira changed clothes. Then excitedly shot out of the room following the husband who was waiting in the car.

"Your darling!" said Dira spirit after sitting next to Fahri.

Fahri laughed a little. "Okey.." The car's engine was turned on from there, Fahri started stepping on the gas pedal. The car also walked slowly down the complex streets. Where the fried rice seller called Dira was quite a distance even though it was still in their housing complex, about 1.6 km from their home.

"Padahan mah not papa Mas aja who buyin Darling. Let's just wait at home.let's not tired," murmured Fahri while still focusing on driving.

"I told you, baby, you want to eat there..."

"...and also. I ngidamnya, want to eat fried rice tuh there, Mas Fahri trus itself directly masakin for me it's a pity.." so light and calm Dira said it, so, but it really managed to make Fahri immediately swallow his saliva.

"Ma-you mean... Honey...?" tanya again tried to make sure, hoping she just misheard. Gone a glance at his wife who was now just smiling while stroking her distended stomach.

"It's not clear, honey...?" still with calm, "Dira mau Mas Fahri himself who directly masakin fried rice for Dira!"

Gluey! again Fahri suddenly so difficult to swallow saliva.

"You-you sure, honey...? Do you know, honey, how can you cook? Meningan brother rice friedya aja yes who make. Guaranteed it will not fail... If Mas makes it, you will be disappointed again..."

Suddenly, Dira's face turned sad.

"So Mas Fahri doesn't want to...? This is what the baby girl wants... Mas Fahri wants to, later our son ngen-"

"Okay Honey! Fine!" cut Fahri fast. If his wife's mainstay is out, he will not be able to dwell anymore. In addition to his will.

Fahri exhaled violently. "Mas will follow your will!"

Suddenly Dira's eyes sparkled. "Yyeeeeeee...! Sayaanggg...!" the thrill is excited while peeping a glimpse of Fahri's cheeks.

Fahri just sighed.

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To be continued...