At the End of Bullet 4 (Next Generation)
35. Dare not to wiggle.

"Maass... What's up with the Gita??"

Gita lowered her head not daring to look directly at Bian.

"Our..!!"

"Gita's pregnant. Ten weeks." Reply Bang Dewa.

"Pregnant???? Gita's pregnant again????" Bian's forehead was wrinkled because Gita had just given birth to Angger but was now pregnant again.

Bang Dewa ruffled Bian's hair. "No need to think about it, it's really Mas Dewo's son."

"Bu_not so Bian Mas meant." Bian walked following the steps of Bang Dewa who headed behind the house.

"Yeah.. Mas tau's. The sad and khilaf. Mas was wrong, it was not supposed to happen, lack of patience Mas Dewo who made it all happen. It's not Gita's fault either." Bang Dewa peeping Bian's forehead. How else, the rice has become porridge.

"Bian remains happy Mas, even very happy. Bian was only surprised, why so soon God gave us a fortune. For this time Bian asks Gita not to stress, please give Gita attention. Pregnant women need attention."

"Khan's there you're also deck." Intentionally Bang Dewa answered so that even Bian did not feel that there was anything different between them.

Bian was silent for a moment, whether it was true that her husband would have the heart to let the pregnant Gita without any meaningful attention. During pregnancy, of course, the female hormone wants to always be spoiled and noticed especially when wanting something, most of the first people to look for is her husband.

"If Mas doesn't want to take care of Gita, let Bian. Mas this is a totally evil wife."

Bian walked up to Gita and took her hand to enter the room.

Bang Dewa and Gita glanced at each other. Bang Dewa nodded his head gesturing all would definitely be fine along with thousands of unspoken words. 'Sorry, maybe this is the best way for us.'

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Bang Dewa held the baby Angger, his ears heard Gita nausea and vomiting. His voice sounded very tortured. His heart did not hold out for long either. Bang Dewa put the baby Angger to sleep and then approached Gita in the bathroom.

"Just help me..!!"

Bian let Bang Dewa help Gita because he was also doing other homework.

"Hhhhk.."

Bang Dewa massaged Gita's nape patiently. There was nothing more to vomit and only liquid left.

"Deek.. Bian..!! Please make some warm tea, don't be too sweet."

Gita waved a sign of rejection, at the age of the womb that began to grow large should no longer have nausea anymore but indeed the state of pregnancy Geeta is different.

"Moe.. Gita wants to see mom..!!" Gita Pinta.

"No, Gita wants to be with mom."

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Once a night mom came to the dorm, after meeting with Bian and greeting her first son-in-law, she immediately met her son's young wife.

"Gitaa. This is my mother."

Gita hugged her mother-in-law tightly. Mother rubbed her own tears seeing the struggle of a Gita that she knew so far was wasted because of her son.

"Mom.could you please remove the yam again tomorrow for Gita. Gita wants to eat the grilled yam I made."

"By honey, later Mom says let me pull the yam tomorrow yeah.just say in which garden. But is it true that only you took it?? Didn't Dewo ask for anything??" Ask the real mother who knows that her son-in-law wants to be spoiled but circumstances that make Gita can not do it. It is true that his son-in-law appreciated and respected Bian as his first wife so much that he sacrificed everything.

"We'd like to........"

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"There is no other cravings. Papaya yes in the palm just use the pole, why should it be climbed??"

plaaack..

Dad slapped Bang Dewa's arm.

"Don't climb a papaya tree, your mother used to ask me to scratch peanuts in the garden and I left." Said father.

Bian laughed out loud to hear let alone the faces of the father and mother were already very judgmental of the God Bang.

"Dewo thinks having a pregnant wife is easy. Don't know yet if the wife suddenly craves because of trivial things." Bian Imbuh.

"Isn't that so, when did the dashing Mas climb the papaya tree?? If you see the members how?? The height of the papaya tree is only two meters." Bang Dewa protest.

"Yes, it's not just that." Gita wiped away her tears but her sobs were still heard.

"Duuhh. yowes. tomorrow Mas Dewo. Ora need to cry to dek. tratapen you know me." Reply Bang Dewa instantly dead flea.

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