She's My Husband!!!

A Name

"So what do you want to eat, Dav?" rani said several times he asked the woman, but the master still flipped through the menu book in his hand.

"Hm, I'm confused Ran." he said.

"You just pesen this, let your baby be strong and healthy" said Rani while pointing to a menu with the main ingredients of vegetables.

"Makeup." Davina pointed her thumb at the sign agreeing with her best friend's suggestion.

Rani then mentioned two different menus and drinks, the waiters immediately recorded their orders.

"Good, mba. Please wait a minute." said the waiters.

"Okay, thanks mba."

"Not nauseated anymore, are you?" rani asked, she was worried about the woman sitting next to her. Because when they were going to eat in the cafeteria, Davina suddenly felt nauseous with the smells that were there. Call it the smell of sweat caused by some human inhabitants of the canteen. Though Davina was happy because her nausea almost never appeared again.

"Alhamdulillah, no. You smell it too, right?" ask Davina.

Rani seems to nod, "Actually it's normal, but the camera is a little sensitive again, Dav. Plus the weather's really hot, mix the smells of humans."

Davina chuckled, "It's a good thing you're sensitive, just bring me here." then the two laughed lightly.

Soon, the orders of both of them came.

"Thank you, mba."

"Yes are the same."

"The chips are spent, we do not have much time" said Rani ordered.

"Yes-yes, bring it."

They both ate their food voraciously, especially Davina. Just how to eat it is like people do not eat for days.

"Alhamdulillah" said the two when they were done.

"Finally the worms in my stomach are silenced" said Rani chuckled.

"Pake silenced everything else, is it a human worm?"

"Hehe, it's just a figurative word baby."

" Hm, what if we go now, find a book not for a moment. Later I will be scolded again by your husband because he came home late." continued the girl.

"It can be."

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Tonight it was raining all over the city, with the weather like that the most fitting while drinking a cup of hot tea. Harris is busy with her laptop, while Davina is just busy watching television.

"Davina," Harris called his wife.

Davina, who was called by Harris, turned to the man. "Why, Mas?" tanyakanya.

Want to be called the name or the name Mas does not matter according to him. He understood that, because Davina must not be used to it.

"All of a sudden I thought." Harris's view shifted from his laptop. "About a little girl's baby grandpa what a guy, huh?"

Davina sniffed her shoulders, "Not knowing yet, what do you want a girl?"

"What a hell, I want to. It's the child of Mas." Harris refocused his eyes on his laptop.

"Eh, baby. You know the next door neighbor. Rangga's son is also a twin." said Harris.

Davina frowned, capturing another meaning from her husband's words. "Continue?"

Getting such a response, Harris scratched his nape in fear of mispronouncing.

"So you want our twins?" Harris just grimaced.

"Aww, Davina's sick." cried Harris when Davina suddenly pinched her stomach.

"Have you ever wanted twins, did your family have a history of twin genes, hm? If you don't, don't mind, my dear." said Davina anxiously.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"Phufft, don't pout. Ugly, ah." Davina stroked her husband's face.

Harris shut down his laptop, his passion for work gone. Now he just wants to make out with his beautiful wife, Davina Arista.

Harris pulled Davina to sit her closer to him.

"Who dede the baby girl, who would you name Mas?" davina asked, her eyes looking at the husband beside her.

Harris looked up, thinking of a name that would be suitable for his child candidates if they were female. The name that will be chosen later must be beautiful and have good meaning. Because a name is the prayer and hope of a parent to his child. So Harris and Davina are obliged to choose the best name for their future child.

"The name is good, it can be saved first make it later while nyari another."

"She's beautiful."

The blush!

Davina's cheeks flushed, now Harris is good at flicking apparently.

"Ustadz Harris is good at racing! Must be a college student on campus envious of me."

Harris frowned, "What are they jealous of?" ask Harris.

"Yes, they must be jealous of me because they can't decadent the same dream. But now I am in the position they want. Oops!" said Davina directly hugged her husband's arm, covering up her embarrassment.

Harris chuckled at the wife's words. "It turns out that many people like the same. No need to dance anymore, that's it."

Davina stared intently at Harris, "Written in the household dictionary of Harris and Davina, that the law is illegal there is a third person."

"Mas is kidding, baby." he said in self-defense.

"Just take another nyari!"

Harris nodded, having to quickly change the topic before anything untoward happened. Harris cleared his throat, "Maybe you have a baby name, a boy for example?" ask the man.

Davina seemed to think. "What name is good, actually not thought of yet, Mas."

"While the name suggests, inspired by how did Mas?"

"So I like that name so much, keep going" he continued.

"Maybe, as long as the meaning is good."

In the middle of their conversation, Davina's cell phone suddenly rang. Sign of incoming call. The woman took the phone and lifted it up.

"Assalamualaikum, brother Dav."

"Yes, waalaikumussalam, Di. What's the matter of these nights calling."

"Will you go home tomorrow?"

"Kok your voice is hoarse, Di. You cry?" davina was worried.

"No, really. My throat was not good anymore. Can you brother?" ask again.

"Yaudah, brother's home tomorrow. Mama is healthy, isn't she?"

"Yes, they're both healthy. Yehudah brother, see you tomorrow. Sorry to interrupt nights like this."

Davina asserted Diandra's wish, after which the call was interrupted after both of them said hello.

"Diandra?" harris asked, Davina nodded.

"He why?"

"No papa, only tomorrow I'm told to go home. May it?"

Harris nodded in allowing sign, he understood for sure that both Davina's parents had missed their daughter and future grandchildren.

"Your pregnant husband has been drunk?"

"Not yet, I'm going to make it males."

He was comfortable sitting in front of the television.

Harris stood up from his seat, his hands outstretched to rub the wife's stomach. "Mas make it up." The man went straight to the kitchen, to make his wife's milk pregnant.

Sensitive men?

Davina smiled, it was so cool to watch out for the same, wkwk.

A few moments later, Harris walked up to his wife and gave her a glass of milk. Don't forget Davina thanked me and drank the milk. While Harris was busy stroking Davina's distended stomach.

"Owh, yes Davina. Mas keinget something." said Harris stopped his activity.

"There's a greeting for you" he continued.

"Who?" reply Davina curious.

"Devan."

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