The Struggle for Love of the Ceo

Why you, honey?

In an elegant room, a woman wearing her favorite dres sat on the side of the bed. After putting her son to sleep, the woman rushed back to her room. Afraid that her husband would wait. However, when she went inside, Amalia did not find Angga in her room. He would rather wait for her there.

Not long after, the sound of the door handle opening was heard from outside, as Amalia's iris was directed there. A man who was still wearing his work clothes, immediately approached himself who already looked beautiful, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Darling, you haven't slept?" ask Angga to his wife.

"I'll wait for you, Mom. How long, is there any more trouble?" Amalia got up from her seat and helped her husband take off his work clothes.

"No, kok. Sorry to keep you waiting." A kiss landed on Amalia's forehead, making her face red.

Seeing his wife getting more beautiful, making the man who has a sweet smile does more than he just did. Slowly he turned his wife's body back to her, after which he put his hands on her stomach.

The fragrant aroma of the wife's body, suddenly made the owner of the nose pointed it landed his nose on the shoulder of the wife. "Darling, we made a little sister for Azka, huh?" the whisper of the man made Amalia's hair stand up.

"Mas, ihh. shower first, there. Smell, tau!!!" the woman snorted.

"Wait a minute, baby. I still miss you... We haven't been around for a long time."

"What's wrong?" amalia asserted, when she had managed to release her body from the husband's arms.

"No, that's not." Angga pointed at the intimate part of his wife's body with his chin, suddenly making the woman become anxious.

A small pinch landed on Angga's stomach, causing his owner to grimace in pain.

"Argghh, sick dear."

"Here take a shower first, after that_."

"After that, we," prune Angga unite his two index jar.

"Au ahh." Angga laughed at the expression on his wife's face. How not longing he was, after the accident the wife had experienced, the man had not dared to touch his wife. Afraid, he'll hurt her again.

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In the morning, all the families gathered at the dinner table. Azka in her school uniform sits sweetly next to her grandmother. Amalia, who had just come from the kitchen, landed her body across from the in-laws. While Angga sat in a single seat with his wife.

In front of them were served some food as their breakfast menu. Fried rice and some side dishes were able to stir the worms in their stomachs. Segara, Amalia scoops the food into the plate of the husband.

"Here, is it enough?" ask the woman to her husband.

"Enough, baby."

"Azka want to use a side dish, baby?" Now it was Azka's turn to be asked.

"Azka wants a side dish of fried sausage, Bun. Don't want to use fried rice, use white rice only," point the little boy towards a basket of white rice located on the table. "Pake sayul woltel too, Bun," he added. Immediately prepared by the mother.

Now Amalia's view turned to her empty in-law plate. "Ma, let Amalia get the rice," said the woman grabbed a spoon of rice that was almost held by Ms. Renata.

"Pretty darling. Thank you dear," the middle-aged woman smiled warmly at him.

The three of them ate with it. Unlike Amalia, her stomach actually feels nauseous when smelling the aroma of fried rice that almost entered her mouth. Suddenly, the woman covered her mouth with her hands and ran straight to the Westafel in the kitchen.

"Bat.uek..." Amalia almost spewed out all the food and drink that had just entered her stomach.

Cold sweat instantly sprung up on the beautiful face of the woman. Sontak made the husband immediately follow her with a panicked face.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? It hurt?" cecar Angga nibbled his nape.

"I'm fine, baby" he said, shaking his hand after he finished washing it.

"But your face is pale, you see. We go to the doctor, yes, I'm afraid you why-why," persuaded Angga but immediately rejected by him.

"No need, Mas. Maybe I just catch a cold. Last night 'm going to take a shower last night, '" Amalia smiled bitterly, still holding back the nausea in her stomach.

"really? Not what?" Amalia nodded.

"We're back at the dinner table, yuk?"

And Angga finally followed the advice of his wife.

"What's wrong with you, baby?" bu Renata asked as her daughter-in-law returned from the kitchen with a slightly pale face.

"What's wrong, Ma."

"Well, Azka wants to have a sister" said Ms. Renata with a smile.

"Yeeeee, Azka has a sister. Azka sings!!!!" the boy shouted with excitement.

"Dear, could it be you_." Angga is seen counting the date of his wife's last menstruation. A smile emanated from his face, when that possibility could happen.

"No, Ma, Mas. Amalia is often late for the moon. Anyway, it's only been a week too late," prune Amalia sure.

"Belati Azka doesn't have a sister, dong." The disappointment of his son made him feel guilty.

"It's good for you to go to the doctor, let's not worry about gini," Ms. Renata suggested to both. "Hope, you're really pregnant, baby. Let this house get crowded."

Her father-in-law's words increasingly made her heart uncertain. He was afraid that he would disappoint them all. Remembering, the incident of the stabbing of that time slightly made him doubtful. I will get pregnant again soon.

To be continued

Assalamualaikum loyal readers Struggle for love ceo. Sorry I just got up again.