
One week has passed, Mira has returned to her home after one week spent at the Villa with her husband. She increasingly arranged her husband in every way, whether it was clothes to wear Arsyad, or even perfume. And, Arsyad had to comply with all his requests, if not for sure he would lash out all day.
Arsyad already looks finished bathing, he exited the bathroom using a t-shirt and shorts. Arsyad dried his hair with the towel he was holding. Almira was busy preparing clothes for her husband.
"Dear wear this shirt?" Almira shows Arsyad a shirt.
"The Navi, dear, it's a long shirt, if I wear tightness on my body." said Arsyad while drying his hair.
"Don't wear this" said Almira.
"Honey, when I want to wear tight clothes anyway, this is a bit narrow dear on my body. Yeah, well, the shirt's still good, but it's too narrow." Arsyad approached his wife and gently stroked her cheeks.
"I want you to wear this shirt, mas." said Almira lirih because Arsyad refused him to wear the shirt he chose.
"Yes, yes I wear this, already do not frown, smile dong. Try to give a beautiful smile to your husband." said Arsyad while peeling Mira's lips. Almira gives Arsyad her sweet smile, she is glad that Arsyad wants to wear it.
Arsyad took the shirt in Almira's hand and put it on. It's true, the shirt is a bit tight in Arsyad, not tight at all, just a little small. And, Arsyad does not like to wear rather tight clothes like the one he now wears.
Black shirt already attached to the body of Arsyad, Almira smiled to see her husband wearing the shirt he chose. He hugged Arsyad who was buttoning the arm of his shirt.
Arshad turned his body and confronted his wife. Arsyad hugged his wife tightly, Almira returned Arsyad's embrace tightly
"Have you satisfied with the pain?"ask Arsyad.
"Yes, let's have breakfast" said Mira. Arsyad asked his wife for breakfast. Before leaving the room Arsyad took his perfume, but he did not find his favorite perfume.
"Where is my perfume, baby?"ask Arsyad.
"I threw it away, it smelled so bad, every time I came to the dresser it must smell of your perfume. That's my perfume." said Mira without guilt, but Arsyad just bought it and only used it once.
"Oh dear God, it's the new perfume I bought you know, why not say you want to throw it away, if you say I can give it to Arsyil or papah." said Arsyad with a slightly elevated tone.
"I'm sorry, I don't like the smell of gold, so I threw it away" Mira said in a low tone and her eyes glazed over. Arsyad approached him and raised Almira's chin, he stared intently at his wife, as Mira's tears fell.
"Hey, cry, don't cry, yes I'm fine my perfume was thrown away, yes I wear your perfume dear. Don't cry." Arsyad hugged Almira, he deeply regretted speaking in a slightly high tone.
"I'm sorry baby, I'm surprised you said throw away my perfume. Let's have breakfast, don't cry anymore, okay. Later your beautiful and sweet lost, dong smile."rayu Arsyad to his wife.
Almira smiled and hugged her husband, and drowned her face in Arshad's chest.
"Yes, let's have breakfast" said Mira.
Arsyad has arrived at his office, he is uncomfortable wearing a rather tight shirt, which displays the chest of his field, fortunately he has a suit in his car so he can cover it with his suit. He walked towards the elevator, just then Arsyil hastily entered the elevator. They were finally together in the elevator.
"Tumben kak wear a suit, usually if you wear it
a fitting suit has a meeting with an important guest, it seems like today there is no meeting with an important Client." asked Arsyil.
"Let me explain, Shita's back from Bali?"arsyad.
"Not yet, at home very much him in Bali, most see the beach alone."
"You don't know Shita, she loves the beach, especially there with her husband. You will also feel that you are married. Mira just does not want to go home at Villa, she whines to ask to go there again" explained Arsyad.
"Why don't you just go home?"ask Arsyil.
"My job is what if I don't go home Shil, I also have to share with Abah's office" Arsyad said.
They got out of the elevator and entered their respective rooms. Arsyad opened his suit and sat in his chair, waiting for Ray to bring him a shirt. Shortly after, Ray enters Arshad's room.
"This is what made you borrow my shirt?"ask Ray.
"Yes, where's Ray's shirt." Arsyad said.
"Why is this Syad?"ask Ray.
"Sister, why do you wear a crusty shirt once" said Arsyil who suddenly appeared.
"It's like this if you obey a woman who is pregnant. Refusing to be wrong, in wear so tormented like this." said Arsyad while unbuttoning his shirt and changed with Ray's shirt that had been borrowed.
"Who's pregnant with Syad?"ask Ray
"Who is pregnant."Arsyil.
"My wife, who else." said Arsyad while buttoning Ray's shirt that has been worn.
"So Almira's pregnant?"ask Ray
"Mira's pregnant sister?"ask Arsyil too.
"Yes, yesterday when I told you to enroll in the gynecologist, I went straight there before leaving for Villa, and it turned out that Almira was really pregnant. I'm sorry I haven't told you Ray. I was very happy at the time." explains Arsyad.
"Yes, I forgot to ask you again, Syad. Naura yesterday whined once for her favorite soto, her turn to buy, she did not want to eat just look. Weird, right?"rayhan.
"That's how nice it is if the wife is pregnant. Sometimes the mood is good sometimes very bad." said Arsyad.
"Well, my brother survived, I want to be om." said Arsyil who had been silent since Ray and Arsyad were talking about their pregnant wife.
"Yes Syil, but the sister is confused, Almira so like to cry if the sister does not obey what she wants." said Arsyad.
"Just enjoy Syad. It's like that, your perfume replace Syad, different fragrance." Ray said.
"Well, I was wearing Almira perfume, my perfume was thrown away he said it smelled bad, when I just bought it. I'll do it, rather than so she's begging." he explained.
"What would that be like if a woman was pregnant?"ask Arsyil.
"Yes different Syil, you who want to get married, must learn." said Ray.
"Learn what? learning to make children?"arsyil said with a joke.
"Yes there studying, I already want to work first" Ray said as he walked out of Arsyad's room and followed Arsyil as well.
While at home, Almira looks finished with her work, she calls her husband, telling him later after work she wants to go to Abah's house. Arsyad confirmed his wife's request behind his phone. Ever since she became pregnant, she couldn't control her diet, she'd been eating three apples and her favorite chocolate jam bun. Yes, Almira's body has now turned more contained.
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5Happy REJOIN.