
It's been two days, Zivanya's been in that hospital. He looks bored.
“Beng, I want to go home,” whine Ziva to her husband.
“Sabar, wait for your condition to recover. Maybe in two days you can go home!” Arya. He hugged his wife's body.
“I'm bored, Beng. I miss the kids,” Ziva said.
“I know, but you have to be patient. Wait for the wound on your head to dry,” Arya said gently. He rubbed his wife's pale lips with his index finger.
She kissed the lips gently, and Ziva restrained her husband's body so as not to overstress him. She knew exactly what her perverted husband wanted to do.
“This is the hospital, if not let's go home,” said Ziva slowly while pushing away the hands of her husband who had started to fumble his back.
“Good morning, Miss Ziva and Husband!” a nurse surprises Arya. Arya immediately shifted her seat beside his wife.
“Good morning, sister!” reply Ziva. As for Arya, now the man looks very arrogant.
“We change the bandage first, yes. Later in the afternoon or tomorrow morning. Ma'am Only get home!” said the nurse. Makes her Ziva so happy and happy.
“Ah, is it really a doctor?” ask Ziva to make sure.
“Iya, right. Because of the wound that was on the head of Mbak Zivanya, it has started to dry up. So, nothing to worry about anymore.”
“Beng, you hear? I can go home, which means I can meet the kids.”
“Ya, darling!” Arya smile. He was happy to see Ziva laughing like that.
In the afternoon, Arya packed all of Zivanya's belongings that were used during her time in the hospital. He'll take Ziva home in the afternoon.
“There's still something missing, Beng?” ziva asked Arya who seemed to think of something.
“Ada,” Arya replied briefly.
“What, Beng?”
“In our tracks, I can't pack it,” Arya said with a laugh. Making his Ziva glare at him.
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That afternoon, Arya and Ziva arrived in front of their yard. When Ziva got out of the car. The first person she saw were her two children.
Nino and Valencia ran from inside the house, to get close to him and Arya.
“Where? Mommy's kids, naughty not fit Mommy no?” ask Ziva.
“No, dong. Valen and brother continue to pray, so that Mommy will recover quickly and go home,” Valencia said. The boy seemed very happy with the return of Mommy and Daddy.
“Honey, where's Aunty May? How not to get out?” His zival was wailing, he was looking for Mei's whereabouts. Usually, if he came home from anywhere, Mei would definitely come to him soon.
“There's a fight inside, Aunty May is fighting with Uncle Willy. They are both like children. Hihihiik!” Nino tells Mommy and Daddy what May and Willy are doing. The boy laughed and closed his mouth.
“Yes, Mom, Dadd. Last night, Aunty Mei did not feed Uncle Willy,” Valencia said.
Inside the house, Willy was laughing out loud in front of the bathroom door in the kitchen area.
After all, he managed to prank Mei. “Hahaha! Awesome, rasain and female stealth!” willy shouted from the bathroom door.
“Stone, open the door! Don't lock it, watch out for you, yeah!” mei shouted from inside the bathroom was no less loud.
“Willy!” admonish Arya who stood behind him with Ziva. Also Nino and Valencia were holding back their laughter.
“Ahh, yes bang!” Spontaneous Willy turned around while removing the bathroom doorknob he held.
“What are you doing?” arya asked, pretending not to know what happened between Mei and Willy.
“Nothing, I don't do anything,” Willy said as he shook his head.
“Satan! Feel this!” Mei came out of the bathroom with a bucket of water in her hand. Then pour that water.
And, Byurr! The water hit Arya and Ziva at the door. As for Willy, the man had already stepped aside first.
“Bwahahahaa! Mampus you!” Mei laughed out loud, but only for a moment. Because after that, he saw Arya and Ziva staring intently at him.
Mei was made to shrink and then bow her head.
“Bwahahaha!” willy's laughter broke out, he felt amused at Mei's expression changing so quickly. He is unaware of himself, who is also frightened when he sees Arya and her new Ziva coming and reprimanding him.
“What are you two doing? Didn't you guys see we were?” Arya stared intently at Mei and Willy.
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