Queen the Ruler

Expecting Pregnant

Kala Citra struggled with pain, unlike the case with Alfat who can not sleep at this time. Not because of one room with the ex. More precisely because he thought of the wife who could not be told through a call. One day Citra was so worried about her, and now just to call she can't.

"I have to call Citra." he rose from his bed. The man rushed out of the room and intended to call.

The woman he thought was sleeping was apparently not sleeping completely. The queen opened her eyes wide and looked at the back of Alfat that passed from the room. Not a deterrent, but the Queen just stared at him nanar. There was a deep sadness he felt at this time when the man he wanted so much never looked at him at all.

Outside Alfat passed several bodyguards on guard, while Dani was no longer there. He was sure the man must have been entering the other room.

And just as Alfat had expected, the man he had thought about just now was indeed in the other room with a woman's body swaying on it. The sounds of moans and other rumbling echoed in that soundproof room. Dani really enjoyed his bed partner game this time.

Several times the two exchanged mouths until their bodies were both uprooted. Sweat pours from both bodies. Dani was closed and the woman stepped out of the room.

On the outside, Alfat was waiting for his call to be lifted. Long enough he stuck the flat object until he never got an answer. "Where's Citra? Is it sleeping? But usually the phone's up every time I call despite sleeping." Alfath felt increasingly unsettled.

"Hi, what room number? Want me to help you?" Hearing the voice of the woman greeting behind his back, Alfat was immediately shocked. He turned around and saw the figure of a woman with a slightly messy face as well as plain colored lips without a lisptik walk smiling towards him.

Alfat shook his head quickly. "No, thanks. I'm with my wife." she lied to save herself.

Such a woman would not be ashamed. He can do recklessly to find satisfaction and also money. Alfat did not want anything to happen to him, it was enough he was in one room with the Queen and could at any time be a big problem for her and Citra.

Tring Tring Tring

Suddenly the sound of a cell phone ringing was heard at that moment. Alfat also looked at his phone and raised a call from his wife without seeing the woman who had sailed away after playing one eye.

"Cit, are you sick? Your face is pale." he panicked to see how his wife was lying limp on the bed. Without Alfat knowing if previously Citra did not lift the video call from him because he was in the bathroom to vomit his stomach again.

Small smile The image is forced at the moment. "No, Mas. I'm not sick. It was sports continue to wear out because it is not unusual." apparently to calm the husband. Hearing that, Alfat also seemed to sigh rough.

"You're really okay, right? Not because of serious pain, right?" he asked again to make sure his wife was okay.

The image develops a smile wider. "I'm fine, Mas." he said by forcing a fine face. Even the current Citra strongly held back the nausea in her stomach. The dizziness he felt was increasingly felt at this moment.

There are many things that Citra wants to ask her husband, including the current husband why call outside the room. However, the pain that strikes him at this time makes Citra unable to withstand the time of a call with her husband.

"Mas, has it been? I'm so sleepy. Mas take a break tomorrow will have to work early in the morning." he chose to end immediately.

Fortunately Alfat also agreed because he did not want to linger communication with his wife was afraid of getting many questions. Including the lunch that was eaten by the Queen.

Finally the call ended after the two said their greetings. Alfat now stepped back to his room with the Queen. Meanwhile Citra had already run to the bathroom back.

"I think I should check tomorrow. But does this include a sign of pregnancy? If I'm really pregnant, Mas Alfat will be very happy." The image smiled happily amidst the pain that invaded his body.

His hand stroked his flat stomach and smilingly stared at the stomach down there. "May you be right, son?" he said expectantly.