
All eyes were on the door. From behind the door came the figure of Fatir who had just returned from the mushola. Seeing the mother-in-law inside, Fatir smiled kindly.
Fatir walked into the room. ''Mom, when is it coming?" ask Fatir while reaching for Bu Asri's hand and then kissed him.
"Not so long ago, congratulations? please take care of your wife. Don't be made tired or stressed, let alone that Vi's pregnancy is very young." Bu Asri rubbed Fatir's shoulders gently.
"God willing. Ma!" Fatir nodded respectfully. Then glanced towards Viona.
"I picked Viona up with you." Asri stared expectantly, responded with a nod from Fatir.
Then Fatir sat down near Viona. Grasping Viona's fingers on her swab is soft. "Where? is it a little better?"
"Lumayan" said Viona Sembari with a sweet smile and looked at Fatir's bright and fresh face.
Seconds later Alisa and Darma come to bring food. Fatir immediately feeds Viona a meal. He doesn't want hospital food.
"Vi, did you stay here? it's good to rest here until you're fully fit" Alisa told Viona.
"Yes. Al had to, even though I wanted to go home." Viona glanced at Alisa in between her meals.
"Have a rest first. Some beloved husband there must be faithful to accompany. If not just fire-" Alisa hangs her sentence.
"Eh, what do you think I'm an employee? fired everything?" Fatir cuts off Alisa's words.
"Yes, my wife is. The one in the kick. Jos ..." Darma moved his hand into the air.
"This again, am I the ball? you kick it." Fatir shook his head slowly while laughing.
Oma and Bu Asri throw smiles at each other. Hearing Darma, Alisa and Fatir throw chatter to each other.
Then Fatir glanced towards Bu Asri and Oma Yani. "You better go home. Let Vi, I'm waiting."
"Oma really wants to be here to accompany Viona, huh Asri? we're both here too!" reply Oma Yani while glancing at Bu Asri.
Asri sighed. Not not happy and not also do not want to accompany the princess. But his heart was too tired with the circumstances that befell him at this time. But pity is the same Viona. "Yes, Mama's just here too?"
"Em, ndak Mah, Oma. Vi doesn't pa-pa also just needs a one-night break here. Tomorrow also go home to the apartment, you should go home and rest. Mama must be tired too, right? Oma also rests at home. The atmosphere in the hospital was not good for Oma's health" Viona said, staring at the two women.
Ms. Asri saw the mother who seemed reluctant to go home and sit quietly on the sofa. "Yo wes's. Let's go home, ma'am. Now he's got Fatir so he doesn't need us anymore. We'd better go home, ma'am."
"Bu-not that Mam .. Vi means, just don't want to bother Mama and Oma alone." Viona replied, shaking her head.
Oma Yani smiled and nodded. "alright. But promise me Fatir. You take good care of my granddaughter."
"Yes, Oma is ready!" fatir's hand was raised respectfully.
"I'm also home first bro!" Darma.
"Yes, pity my son at home. If I have time later tonight I come here again or tomorrow morning, quickly recover huh? Vi. take care of her health. Don't be too tired and avoid stress. Okay?" Alisa hugged Viona tightly.
"Thank you Al, sorry to bother you. Until you leave your son. And if it bothers! don't force yourself to come here, I'll be fine. Please pray it!" exciting Viona. She hugged Alisa.
"I don't think you've bothered, have you! we go home first, right?" pamit Alisa who was nodding back by Viona.
"Yes, already. If you don't want us here!" Ms. Asri grabbed her bag. Likewise Oma Yani who eventually stood assisted Bu Asri.
"Ma-sorry, Mom. Not Vi-"
Bu Asri swung his steps closer to Viona. "Already, Vi. It's okay. Tomorrow, Mama will return." Swiped Viona's head and hugged her warmly.
Then Oma Yani hugged Viona's shoulder. "Rest is baby. Quickly recovered in order to get home soon, stroking Viona's back gently.
Both of them came out from Fatir to the front door. Then Step Fatir returned towards Viona who was sitting leaning back. His place. Fatir sat in front of Viona. Grasping Viona's fingers was strong.
"Have, eat first you, Mas haven't eaten yet? eat it first." Viona's orders to her husband.
"Yes, I'll eat. Now you used to eat it." Fatir's hand again grabbed the plate from the table and fed back the shaking Viona.
"Enough, Mom. I'm already full. You are the one who eats. You'll be sick." Viona's gaze was so intense on Fatir's face.
"Are you really full?" selidik Fatir returned the gaze of the wife who stared fixedly.
Viona nodded without switching the slightest glance from Fatir. His gaze was locked at one point. Fatir too. She simply kept the plate, then brought her face closer to Viona's warm welcoming face.
Without excuse, Fatir put his lips together very gently. Fatir's hand hugged Viona's body and locked her. At first it was normal but long ago enjoyed each other's touch. In a few moments both were carried away by feelings.
Then Fatir faded and took off his embrace. "I'm happy, there'll be my seed here soon." Swiping Viona's still flat stomach.
"Rem ... You're gonna be a dad, ready to have kids?" viona asked while leaning Viona's head on Fatir's shoulder.
"Ready dong time no. It's weird, baby." Cup! landing a small kiss on Viona's forehead.
"What if only? but amit-amit is that. If I wasn't your son?"
Fatir stared at Viona. "Don't joke. I somehow believe that a fetus is my seed."
Viona's smile was so fluffy. "You're just wondering, it's clear that this is yours. Who else's seed."
Viona's hand was coiled around Fatir's neck with a glaring and happy look. "You're bobo here, baby. I don't want bobo myself."
Fatir's lips painted a smile and nodded slowly. "Ready. Dear. I'll obey everything you want."
"Really?" ask Viona.
"real darling. When I lied, why?" Fatir looked in wonder.
"Then take me to the toilet dong." Pinta Viona while straightening her body.
Quickly, Fatir carried Viona to the bathroom. Viona's body floated up and Viona's hands reflexively hugged Fatir's neck, then when she got inside, Viona was lowered above the toilet and faithfully Fatir was waiting for her. although Viona asked him to come out, Fatir stood leaning against the wall. Viewing Viona activities ....
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Sorry🙏 once I just got up. Because I'm busy revising. Don't forget the support.