
The queen smiled to see her husband the perpetrator who dared to kiss her cheek. Akhtar hugged his wife's shoulder.
"It's over, brother?"
"Udah, Honey. My brother was also standing here." Akhtar peeked at his wife's cheek again. Felix looked on without a blink.
"Hi, Felix, how are you?" ask Akhtar.
"At least good. You can see my situation, right?"
"May all your treatment go well, and recover."
"Thank you for your prayers."
"Honey, we go straight home or you want to stop by somewhere first."
"We stopped by the Padang restaurant first."
"alright. Sorry Felix, me and the Queen. Once again I pray for the recovery."
"Mas, I'm saying goodbye. May God give his best for you, Mommy."
The queen stood up, and greeted Felix. So did Akhtar. Just two steps away, Akhtar turned his body around.
"Almost I forgot, if you'd like to come to my house today this week, the Queen's four-month gestation."
"I'll do it."
"Okay, thank you. My home address, complex X, Sudirman street."
"Pig. I'll work on it."
Akhtar walked towards his car with his hands hugging the Queen's waist. It was as if Akhtar wanted to say if the Queen was his.
The Queen's husband drove the car to one of her Padang restaurants. The queen devoured the food on the table enthusiastically.
Akhtar who saw the Queen eating voraciously, followed happily.
After eating, Akhtar drove to the residence of the Queen's parents, daddy Azril and Mother Queen.
Arriving home, as usual, the first thing they saw was Daddy Azril who was hugging her while watching a show on television.
"Good day, Daddy, Mommy."
"Good day, son. Here sit near Mother," said Mother.
The Queen sits between Mother and daddy Azril. Mother rubbed her son's stomach. Mother always shed tears every Queen came.
"How's the pregnancy, Nak.So check it out, right?"
"Mother, Daddy .. The sex of the twins is both girls" Akhtar said cheerfully.
"Really, Honey. Soon Mother has become Oma," said Mother by wiping the Queen's stomach.
"It must be beautiful like my Queen," Azril said.
"Yes be clear, Dad. The paper is handsome," Akhtar said confidently.
"My heart is beautiful" said Azril.
"It looks like Daddy has to start looking for a name that suits my two grandchildren" Azril said.
"Don't bother, Daddy. Let me find a name for my two sons."
"Do you mind if I name the twins?"
"It's not so, Daddy. I've already prepared a name for the twins."
"That's the same thing you object to. Did you forget it was my grandson. If there wasn't a queen, there wouldn't be two twins."
"Daddy also forgot, if the twins were present because there was me. I'm the gourd, I can make a baby out of the tadpoles I planted in the Queen's womb."
"Don't be proud first, it's all because of my Queen. If my Queen's womb isn't good, it won't be that baby tadpole you threw away."
"Daddy, what the hell is that talking?" queen says.
"Your husband started."
"Why am I to blame?" ask Akhtar.
"Don't fight Daddy, Akhtar. Who gives a name to my baby, I will definitely consider which is the best."
"You're Daddy's dear son. Daddy can't wait for the birth of baby twins, honey. Daddy's gonna make princess in this house."
"Why be a princess in this house. At home I dong," said Akhtar.
"Because the baby twins belong to Daddy."
Hearing Daddy's reply, Akhtar could only stare with his smiling face.
Seriate.
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