Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Hey Baby

Today Prince came home early. And when I got home, Isma was watching TV. She was shocked to see her husband had gone home, while she had not prepared dinner yet. Because, every time Prince overtime, he forbids Isma from cooking.

"Mas, are you home?" Welcomed confused.

Prince hugged Isma's body tightly. He put his head against his wife's neck.

"Mmmhh, it's convenient." Her speech.

"She hasn't prepared dinner yet." Isma was patting her husband's back.

"Here, I bought my favorite Lele pecal." Lifting plastic bag containing two packs of catfish pecal.

Prince let go of that hug. He gave Isma dinner.

"Mas wants to take a shower first. Honey get the dinner ready." He said while gently breaking Isma's head.

Isma nodded in understanding. Then the two separated again. Prince went to the bathroom to change his clothes. Isma headed to the kitchen to prepare the food.

Just put the two packs of pecal catfish rice on two different plates. Then, Isma prepared Prince's favorite orange syrup. And do not forget to peel pete for default.

No matter how long Isma waited at the dinner table, Prince had already approached her. He pecked Isma's head, and then sat down beside Isma.

"Dear sit here." Asking Isma to sit on his lap.

"Weight, Mas. The content of adek has been six months loh." Her speech.

"It's okay. Come here, Mas miss the same wife and children Mas." Pulling Isma to sit on her lap.

Isma smiles happily, as Prince says he misses her and the kids. Isma hasn't told Prince about their baby triplets. Just like Prince had wanted all along.

"Wwuaaakkhh, it's true, Mother is getting heavier." He said as Isma sat on his lap.

"Dad's kids are on big too huh, inside mom's belly." Touching Isma's Stomach.

And when Prince's hand touched Isma's stomach. There was a kick from inside. Prince was shocked, while Isma smiled happily.

"Loh, the grandpa's sweetie!" Excited Prince happy.

He again touched Isma's stomach and kicked again. Curious, Prince finally slipped his hands into Isma's clothes. His hand now touched the surface of Isma's distended abdomen.

"Wuahh, are you going to be a football player?" Ask Prince.

Once again there was a kick, and this time the kick was very strong from the previous two.

"Hey, baby. Don't kick your stomach too hard. Mommy will feel sick." His protest.

"Maybe the last baby boy." Isma.

Prince smiled, not understanding that Isma was actually giving the code, that their child was three.

"Hopefully. Baby boy or girl... I'll be very happy."

One kiss on Isma's cheek. Then Prince went on to their dinner.

He started bribing his nuns. Not for him, but for Isma. With Isma's heart he accepted it.

"Now I eat. Got bribe!" Isma was about to touch her food.

But before that happened, Prince directly blocked his hand from touching the food.

"Why, Mas? Are your hands dirty? Or do you not want a bribe?" Isma asked in surprise and was slightly offended.

Prince smiled, then gave Isma a kiss. Then, without answering the question, he bribed food for himself.

"Honey no need to dirty hands. Let Mas alone feed the love and Mas eat alone. After all, darling always feeds food when Mas eat." Evidently.

Then, Prince gave Isma another meal straight out of his hand. Isma smiled with relief. He did not sulk and continued their dinner.

"Darling to know, every day Mas always miss dear. I just want to stop working." He said while lying on Isma's lap.

His face was directly on Isma's distended stomach. His hands did not stop stroking Isma's stomach either.

"Every day we meet. Why do you miss?"

"Because, in the morning we can only talk for a while. Then, at night when Mas came home, baby was asleep. I am also very tired. So, I miss you dear." Spoiled whine.

Then, a very strong opposition was re-perceived. And this time it hit her cheek that was in direct contact with Isma's stomach.

"Babies? Why kick Dad?" He asked with a very adorable expression.

Isma laughed at that. Actually the kick this time felt very strong, and it did hurt.

"Maybe baby is angry, because Dad is always busy working and whining says miss." Terka Isma's.

"Is that really so?" Prince got up from his seat. He came down from the soup.

This time Prince sat on the floor facing Isma's stomach. He uncovers Isma's clothes to show Isma's stomach that looks thinner and harder.

Slowly Prince put his nose to that stomach. Then kissed on Isma's stomach.

"Thank you for your children to always accompany you when you are busy at the office."

Prince wrapped his hands around Isma's waist. He leaned his head in Isma's stomach. Then, he began chanting short verses to be heard by the inhabitants of his wife's womb.

"Mas know?" Said Isma when Prince finished reading the short surahs.

"What?" Raised head.

Isma grabbed something from the desk drawer behind her husband.

"Here, a gift for Mas." Provide one portrait of the USG results.

Prince took and looked seriously at the picture. He looked up again to look at Isma. Then, her tears suddenly dripped. He kissed Isma's stomach many times and tightened his arms around Isma's waist.

"Thank you baby, we're gonna have three kids!" Excite happy.

Isma stroked the head of her husband leaning against her stomach. Her tears also fell.

"Kids, hey baby." Sapa Prince kissed Isma three times in a different area.

How happy Prince and Isma are. It was like getting a lot of treasure. The cries of the two increasingly fused within the links of their lips that were currently touching each other.

Tears were still equally dripping from the end of the eye peluk both. Happy crying is so beautiful. The gifts God gave were too wonderful and wonderful for them.

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