Wish It Was Cinderella

Romantic is you

"Darling, how about we end the week tonight? You are beautiful, but not and I am still beautiful. Anyway tonight I'll keep you happy." Al said while preparing breakfast for me.

Yes, we are still in Al's apartment, since his arrival yesterday he did not want to be invited back home. He said he was better here, feeling calm and peaceful without any interference from the voices of Yasmin and her sister Vina who sometimes liked to tease us both.

"Ga ah, males," I replied that at this time I do not really like the crowd.

"Ok then, then we'll have dinner here. You don't need to cook, I'll deliver to be sent here" said Al finished making breakfast.

It turns out that Al is good at cooking too apparently, his homemade fried rice is no less delicious than the one made by Mbok Sum. Although she was Momy's maid, but honestly cooking she never told me to. Maybe Momy and Sila were afraid that I would poison their cooking later. So you understand where my shortcomings are?

Unlike Al who has been trained independently, when he was in college he said he once boarding. Even Al including the children of Nature Lovers at that time, so often he went up the mountain, Al's cooking business is still better than Me.

Finished eating Al towards me who was still sitting, he crouched down in front of me, gently rubbing my stomach which did not look fat. To this day I don't know how long my pregnancy has been.

"Dedek, Papa's going to the office first. Eating a lot, yeah. Later if Papa comes home, we play again," Al kissed my stomach for so long, that I too fell asleep and stroked his hair.

What does Al mean by the word play again? What can his son play with? Sometimes Al makes me laugh, I want to be happy. I want to be happy with my husband.

Pamit with prospective children already, now he said to the mother of his son that is me. Al kissed my head, and gave his hand for me to kiss as well. It should have been done yes, but it was only two steps that he came back again and did the same thing again. As soon as I got to the third time I started getting upset.

"Al, it's over there! Joking around, here!" I pushed Al whom I saw laughing with his trademark when he was with me.

Confused it feels with my husband, when outside and facing others his attitude is so cold. He never talks about anything that is not important, so I like to be surprised if he is with me actually become the funniest and funniest person in the world. Al is always comfortable, he can always put himself anywhere.

I drove Al to the front door of the apartment, he went to the office wearing a change of clothes that were always available in his car. So you don't have to bother going home first. At the door, Al kissed me on the cheek.

"Still yes, it will not work if this continues," I said beginning to get annoyed with his behavior.

"It's like that, but I have a meeting with a client from outside," said Al lazing.

"Yes gone, I closed the door" I teased him.

"Yes I'm leaving, Assalamualaikum."

Al finally took his foot away.

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Actually there is still a feeling of fear if Momy still just continues to want to destroy my life. How could Momy want to separate me and Al yesterday.

Didn't I have let them wear all the facilities that were supposed to be mine all this time, but why do they still continue to want to make me hurt?

Lately I've been able to feel something in my stomach, whether it's just my feeling or is he already there? My son-in-law, I love you.

Until this afternoon there was nothing I could do, until Al repeatedly made a video call asking what my activity was. And the answer is the same just watch TV, and don't move from there. What else do I have to do?

The knock on the door from the outside sounded clear, I slowly got up from my seat. And hey, it turns out I don't feel like my body used to be.

"What's up?" I asked an officer I knew from his uniform was a food courier.

"The order from Mr Althaf, for Ms Laila in room 215, this is with Ms Lailanya herself?" Ask the courier to convince.

"It's food for Mom, please sign the receipt, and it's all paid for by Mr. Al," the man handed her a large plastic bag containing many boxes of food.

"Oh well, thank you sir," I thanked him and then closed the door again.

I brought the package, and sure enough there are 3 small food boxes that contain a variety of different foods. Al, is that right? Who wants to spend all this?

I have to call Al, I thought. I dialed Al's number and started calling him.

"Video call, I don't want to just hear the sound!" Al answered there before I spoke, and immediately turned off the phone.

Ribet bangat si nih people, want to protest just can not just call! Shortly after, he made a video call with me.

"Assalamualaikum beautiful mom, what's up? Papa's focused again, keep pestering, "Al's answer makes me a little upset.

Though the one from earlier annoyed me with the video call was him, how come I was the wrong one?

"I want to protest, you think I'm a starving man, what's this food?" I pulled the big plastic bag on the table to show him.

"Haha.... " Al laughed with my facial expression.

"You will eat both the same as the grandpa, so you have to eat a lot of dong darling," he continued again.

But this is not the same time, it will be redundant if you do not eat it.

"Dear to know," I complained.

"I love you too." Al's reply with his flirtatious smile even made me even more annoyed.

"I don't love you, but love the food," I immediately decided to call her.

Al always joked if I was serious. I had to eat everything, even though I had to eat many times. Than the later redundant. Al keeps calling, maybe he doesn't want me to get angry. Intentionally, to make him upset I did not ignore his call.

Two hours after the food courier arrived, I had another guest. Now two couriers brought dozens of bouquets of red roses. And you know the culprit is my own husband. Maybe he still feels sorry about it.

Wastage I said, why would he buy this many flowers? It is not happy that I am even becoming more and more this frustration because of it.

An hour passed, another courier came with a bouquet of roses back. How much money have you spent today? What are all these flowers for? Forgiveness can't be, baby.

The door is knocked back, it looks like this one I'm going to send back to the store. If I could tell him to give them back the money Al paid them.

"Please tell me the same one that sent, where I no longer fit the flowers sent," I said beginning to get emotional.

"Happy birthday dear, may always be given blessing and long life, do not be angry constantly. And may my dear continue to be with me forever." It turned out that Al was carrying the last bouquet of roses mixed with tulips.

And I stood still feeling stupid, not knowing that today was my birthday. Because no one has ever reminded me this long. Al hugged tightly.

There was a shock in my eyes, it felt like I wanted to explode and cry haru because of the shock Al gave me. And I'm really crying.

"Huaaa.... Al, you're evil! Thank you surprise not to say...." I'm as fond of historical. Keep hitting his chest