One Night Love Devil's

So Ugly Because Fat?

A few months later.

It does not feel like time is rolling quickly, and now my gestational age has reached 7 months.

This morning when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was my husband's head sticking to my stomach which was already looking enlarged.

This early in the morning before he left the bed, the first thing he would do was to have our two children who were still hiding in the stomach talk.

Yes, I'm pregnant with twins, boys and girls. Knowing that, my husband and I became even happier. Since a few months ago, when my husband found out that I was pregnant with two children at once, he had become more and more indulgent to me.

For a few months, I was so satisfied with it. A Kaaran Dirga, the number one CEO in this country, who is notoriously cruel and cold, can submit and willingly do anything for the sake of me and his two children who are still in my stomach.

During pregnancy, it is not uncommon for me to crave strange things and more likely to bother annoying bin. But with a smiling face, my husband would still grant everything for me.

Right now I see him laughing while kissing my stomach a few times. When he saw his son respond to his words with a kick, he would definitely laugh as happily as he is today.

"Daddy," call me.

"Yes, Honey. You're already up. Did I interrupt your sleep?" He said as he moved from my stomach. Now he kisses my forehead, my cheeks, and my lips in turn. It seems like it has become a mandatory thing that he should not miss during these few months we got married.

I'm shaking. "No."

"What do you want to eat this morning, darling?" tanyakanya.

The second thing that has become a routine activity is, he will prepare breakfast or food for me before he leaves for the office.

Over the past few months, her cooking skills have improved. He even brought in some famous chefs from within the country or from abroad. He invited the chefs to teach him how to cook. He learned very quickly, and in a short time, he could master several types of cooking. Such as Indonesian cuisine, western cuisine, and Japanese cuisine.

According to assistant Roy, my husband has an IQ of 180, no wonder he can quickly master every new thing he learns. And when he first cooked for me back then, he could replicate the recipe very well and exactly the same. Apparently, he has a very intelligent brain.

After my husband came down to the kitchen to cook for me, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

After bathing in the bathroom, I saw my reflection that had changed almost 180° in just a few months. Since I was pregnant, I have gained almost 30 kg. What was once 50 kg is now 78 kg. The increase was quite drastic, and most likely increased again was still very large before I finally gave birth.

Suddenly I insecure myself seeing the shape of my body now. There's fat everywhere. Perhaps, after I give birth later, my husband will immediately throw me away because I have turned into an ugly woman because of my fat body? Oh no, don't let that happen.

Because of those negative thoughts, I suddenly became a badmood. And with a sullen face, I walked out of the bathroom.

I sat on the sofa with a sullen face. Do not-don't during this my body became fat because I lack movement and rarely exercise.

During my stay here, my husband did spoil me a lot and was willing to do anything for me. But unfortunately, I was locked up in a golden cage. I am not free to go wherever I want. I can't get out over the villa fence without my husband. You could say, I only see the outside world once a month. That was when we went to the hospital to control my body.

Ting. The elevator opened, and I saw my husband coming out of it. As usual, he brought several types of food and drinks in one tray. Seeing him was like a servant.

"Darling, why are you pouting? Did something happen?" tanyanya while putting the tray she brought on the table.

Instead of answering, I even more soaked my lips.

"Well, how's it frowning? What was? Tell me? Do you want anything?" He asked while sitting next to me, then embraced me with his shoulder affectionately.

I still don't answer. Now I look at his face while still pursing my lips.

"Dear, did I make a mistake? Why are you looking at me like that?" ask again.

"Look at me. Have I turned into an ugly woman?" I said, asking back.

"Darling, what are you saying?" tanyanya confusion. "Tell me, does anyone say you're ugly? Tell me who the hell is it? I'll teach him a lesson. How dare you call my wife ugly." He said with a annoyed face. It's because he thinks that there are people who say I'm ugly. I think I think so myself.

"If the more days I become fatter, will you throw me away after I give birth to your children?" Instead of answering her question, I asked her a strange question.

"Darling, what are you talking about? When did I say that? It's not like I said you were the only woman I chose to be the mother of my children. You forgot that?" he asked while cupping my cheeks, and I answered the question at the end of his sentence with a headband.

"Nobody actually said I was ugly, just. Just look at my body now, there's no shape. The more I get fatter. Look at my face, it's not as thin as it used to be. My arms and calves are more like a bouncer's."

She smiles. "Who said you turned ugly because you were fat, hm? This is a sign that I have given you a decent life. It could also mean that you are happily married to me. Yeah, right?"

He paused for a moment before continuing.

"Honey, it's okay if you have a fat body now. You do have to eat a lot to meet the nutrition of our two children who are still in your stomach. What you want, later if our child has been born small because of lack of nutrition since in the womb, no, right? After all ... You even look more sexye with a more contained body like now," he said and laughed while taking me into his arms.

I leaned my head against my husband's firm chest. I used to hate this guy so much, but over time I felt very comfortable being around him. Plus he treated me like a queen. In fact, he is usually treated like a king by others, but I myself even treat him like a slave.

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