THE FORGOTTEN WIFE OF THE CEO

Baby Name

Azzam is not a fool not knowing Gibran is insinuating. For this happy day, Azzam was lazy to reply with Gibran. Gibran also will not win a fight with him. The boy lost.

"Well, we'll wait for my mom in the treatment room! Amei can't wait to congratulate mom."

All agree with the Afifa. The image will soon be taken to the inpatient room which is definitely super VIP. It is only a pity that babies cannot be combined with their mothers. The children still need intensive care because they were born before time. Waiting for nine months is also impossible. Eight months more action was taken to avoid the risk of worse.

Many of these two large families moved to Citra's ward. Immediately Citra will be brought to the room for a period of recovery after birth.

All the officers in the hospital are happy to hear that Doctor Citra's son has been born into the world. Both doctors, nurses, pharmacists including janitors were all happy with this happy news. Moreover, the child who came out of the womb Image is not one baby but four babies. This is the first time the hospital has received four twins. Even better who have children are hospital owners and doctors who serve in the hospital. This news quickly spread from mouth to mouth spread throughout the hospital.

In a short time the hospital flooded wreaths of greeting over the birth of the successor child Lingga. Flower boards and bouquets of flowers come incessantly from various circles. From Alvan's business partner and from Citra's peer.

It broke the record for congratulatory histories for patients that ever existed. The parking lot is full of the same flower board being indoor filled with bouquets of flowers. Alvan assigned the three neon heroes to take care of speech from various circles. Alvan asked Andi cs record who has been kind to congratulate him. Alvan promises to reply this speech by many times.

The image is not yet conscious because it is totally anesthetized. Others are more focused on seeing tiny babies in a special baby room. The four babies were placed in incubators to warm their bodies. The Mighty Family and the Linga can only see from behind the glass because they are not allowed to enter. Babies as small as this are prone to germs so people who enter must be completely sterile.

Kids make people focus wrong. The man looks like a Greek god so handsome is being that a girl can not be directed to where because it is still very red. What is clear is that two cool guys Azzam's rivals have been born into the world. Hopefully his brain is as cool as Azzam's. Alvan should be more proud to have printed the next generation of two great kingdoms. But there are still less, Alvan feels life will be more perfect if there is Afisa among them. The boy flew further and further because of his achievements more and more. This winter gymnastics championship Afisa presented three gold medals to the country where he settled. The kid's got Alvan but who's got someone else's name.

Bu Sobirin's eyes glazed over in amazement at the sight of her great-grandchildren surviving until birth. Those tough babies are going to come to the hustle and bustle of the two kingdoms business.

"Oh Allah.they are all beautiful and handsome. The male looks a bit like Heru huh!" muttered Bu Sobirin could not deny Citra was indeed a Mighty descendant. Evidently the child he gave birth to there is similar to Heru. Even Gibran doesn't look like Heru. Gibran looks like his mother. Why baby Alvan is similar to the Mighty gene.

Alvan must be envious of half-dead children like Heru when if you want to observe the children are like Citra. Since Citra is similar to Heru, the babies look like Heru.

Gramps koplak. Heru's head increased by three inches because his grandson was more inclined to Mighty. The more greedy the man wants to control the baby Alvan who looks like him. Heru does need a son to continue the Mighty business. Heru forgot that Lingga is also no less big. Alvan also needs a successor to his company. Azzam himself will not be able to handle the growing company.

"Yes dong looks like me! They are mighty descendants. They will follow the name of Gibran." said Heru forgot who the real father of the babies.

Fortunately Alvan was not there because he was busy looking after the wife who had succeeded in giving him beautiful and handsome children. Both Alvan and Citra are still beautiful. Handsome dad is a beautiful mom. Their children are certainly not far from those two beautiful words.

Bu Sobirin thought Heru was joking then did not take heart. They are filled with happiness. Don't just because Heru's rant ruined everything.

Afung himself was no less amazed to see the little angels sleeping soundly in the glass given a heating lamp. For a while they were only given formula milk because Citra was still in an unconscious condition.

Hopefully they grow quickly so they can be brought home soon. No one wants to leave the baby room. Everyone loves to see little red babies. Heru does not want to go home to monitor every movement of the baby's prospective child. Heru must be sure Citra two children bear the name of Mighty. Talking to Alvan is useless. A million percent of the men will oppose Heru give the last name Mighty to his son. Alvan can still afford to pay for his seven children. Why should it be taken over by someone else.

Towards the night the new image was fully aware of the influence of drugs. The first one Citra saw was Alvan and his two children. That is the hope of the image. Not the eyes that are seen are loved ones.

Alvan clasped Citra's hands tightly while giving an appreciative smile. One friendly kiss Alvan gave as a gift of struggle Citra gave birth to their children.

Shy blush image kissed in front of children. Not a good education to make out in front of the eyes of children. But the kids are happy to see their parents get along.

"Thank you dear.they are very beautiful." said Alvan as soft as snow.

"They're healthy?"

"Alhamdulillah healthy. They're perfect."

The image breathed a sigh of relief to get the good news. The eyes of Citra now turn to Azzam and Afifa who are waiting for the opportunity to greet their mother. The image waved for the two boys to get closer.

Afifa first stood at the side of the bed Citra reviewed a sweet smile for the mother who had just struggled to give her sister.

"Koko and Amei are happy to have a little sister?"

"Happy dong! They're so small. Their hands are like puppets. Oya mi. Now I don't want to be called Amei anymore. Aren't I Erce (second brother) now?" afifa protests demand justice.

"Yes sure. Is your sister a boy or a girl?"

"Two boys and two girls. Amei and Koko once discussed our sister's name. If our girls want to give us the names Afika and Afira. That guy's Azmi and Azril."

"Why are you sure they're two guys and two girls? Guess or is there really a leak?" ask Citra surprise her two children far away have discussed the name of their sister.

"Just a feeling. May they use our preferred name!" whinek Afifa hopes that both of their parents appreciate their opinions.

"Mom and dad agreed. But we have to talk first about Oma and Uyut. They are parents that we should respect. They know better names for your brothers. Now they are born. No need for a name yet. Just so we know it's your sister. Ok?" persuade Alvan sage not to disappoint his son. They obviously love their sister. Long days have they prepared a name.

Afifa nodded softly. Azzam felt the disappointment of his sister immediately switched the conversation so as not to dwell around the name alone. Azzam was the wisest son of a prospective Lingga heir who had been educated from an early age.

"Erce.our sister needs more attention Cece. We have to think about room division. At home there is only one room left. It also has Cece. Does Erce want to give room to sister?" Azzam deliberately fox calls so Afifa is happy to have been inducted up the ranks.

Afifa's nose was flattened by Azzam's seduction. Now he's not the youngest anymore. He is the brother who should be responsible to the younger brothers.

"By ..Erce moved to sleep with Koko alone. Erce's room for a sister."

There was no envy between them.

"No need, dear.for while your sister sleeps with papi and mami. Papi will make another room for your brothers. They will sleep together until the age of three. After that, just sleep in each other's rooms like you. Did you tell Cece your sister was born?" tanya Citra remembered Afisa who must be waiting for news from the homeland.

Afifa patted his forehead almost forgetting Afisa. Afisa must know his sister was born in this world. Now he's getting a little sister again. Maybe he wants to go home to join the family in the country.

"Videocall yes!" Afifa reached out to Azzam for his brother's phone. Afifa didn't bring her big tablet. Tablets are not an easy item to carry here and there because of their large shape.

Azzam activate the screen and leave it to Afifa without asking much questions. Azzam style is adorable. Sok mature sok cool.

Afifa looks for Afisa's contacts and then connects the video calls. In an instant it was connected. The boy was still in the gymnastics field in a super tight gymnastics outfit. For children the age of Afisa still ok wear tight rubber clothing print all body shapes. Try it when you are an adult. It is the same as the umbar aurat.

It was fortunate that Afung had retreated from the gymnastics world. Now that Afung has converted to Islam, it is mandatory to uphold the values of the teachings of Muslims who abstain from the law.

"Amei? How come vc clock is this?" reprimand Afisa astonished her sister vc hours she was training. Regular night before bed new vc.

"First don't call me Amei anymore! Now I'm Erce!" Afifa boasted of her new rank. Afisa's not a short antenna kid. From Afifa's speaking direction this little girl knew there was a happy event that was enveloping her family.

"Oh...Our brother was born?"

"Two boys two girls. They're small and funny."

"Where are they? Cece want to see?" exclaim Afisa excited to get a new sister.

"They were in the electric box. There is mama. Wanna chat?"

"You.mau.."

Afifa moves the screen towards Image. The image waved at Afisa who seemed to be holding back tears. The boy was crying happily to get a new sister. Unfortunately he could not attend Citra welcome the presence of his sister. There was regret poking in Afisa's chest but what power he had other responsibilities.

"How are you? Mommy healthy?"

"Alhamdulillah healthy. How are you there? Don't practice too tired! Lots of rest and lots of food."

"Where can you eat a lot of noodles! Our meal has been set. Slight but nutritious. Mami don't have to worry about Cece here! Cece is good at taking care of himself! Oya Thomas wants to take Cece to England for this Lunar holiday! Cece hasn't answered because there's no permission from papa and mama."

"Cece wants to go?"

"I think difficult! We're training for the inter-provincial championship. Cece represents Beijing."

"It's good to focus on the obligation! Oya ..later Koko bring a phone so you can see your sisters! You want to see them?"

"You dong! They're tall or tiny like Amei?"

"Hey not Amei but Erce!" afifa shouted, not wanting to be in the smallest position anymore.

"Yes Erce..."

"That's dong! It sounds good! Ko ayok! We're vc dedek baby with Cece! They're so tiny. It's like a doll."

"Huusss.sister is considered a puppet! Come quickly vc same sister!"

"Good! Matiin first! Just call back later!" Afifa turned off the phone immediately. This little girl pulled Azzam's hand to look at their sister. The two children ran out of the Citra room.

Two husbands and wives give each other a code of love. The eyes of Alvan sent a thousand heart emblems into the eyes of Citra. It was invisible yet could be felt by the beautiful woman.

"Look?" tanya Alvan stroked Citra's cheeks gently.

"That's lega! The work I gave you ended well. I think our son has had enough. Seven kids is an incredible record. The only son's brother gets seven instead."

"Yes, I agree.mas is afraid you're pregnant with twins again! Once you're healthy, we'd better install the KB."

"Yes, I can't get pregnant anymore. This pregnancy made me very tired. One more mas! I'm asking permission for abdominal skin recovery surgery due to pregnant children beyond estimates. My stomach skin will be ugly so I'm asking permission to do surgery."

"As far as you! Whatever you do, you don't mind. You're beautiful or ugly still wife of gold."

"thank you. I'll do it when the kids get a little. Now it can not because the body is not fit one hundred percent. I'm sorry I'm happy."

"Have already said whatever your wishes mas still support origin do not ask to separate it! I'll die molesting without you."

"Oh so sweet!"