Ballad First Wife
Andrey!!Leana!!

Andre came home with a crumpled face.

"Mas, the rice is gone. I'm not cooking." Ami complains as soon as Andre enters their home.

"Yes. I'll buy it later. I'm thirsty." Andre sat down while taking off his socks.

Ami got Andre a drink.

"It's mas!"

"No hot tea? I need some hot tea."

"The start's over."

Andre took a deep breath. He took out a box from his briefcase.

"Now!" He handed the box to Ami.

"This what?" Ami accepted and opened it.

"That's so good for this cake." Ami ate the cake that Andre brought from the office.

"Mik, are you late again?"

"Uhuk." Ami chokes at Andre's question.

"Tells?"

"Yes. Maybe you're late again like you used to be. Maybe you're pregnant again."

Ami silent.

How's this. I used to be late not because I was pregnant but because the pre-menopause period is not normal. I'm four and five. Is it possible that I could get pregnant again?

"Mik, why silence?"

Ami immediately approached and struggled spoiled in Andre's arm.

"Yet mas. Don't be disappointed!" Ami's hand clasped Andre's palm.

"Yes. No papa. Maybe it hasn't been given." Andre's face was sad. He was more convinced that he was the one with the problem. The regret for having left Fira deepened.

"I'm gonna take a shower first. Please buy me anything I can eat. I'm hungry." Andre got up from his seat and stepped into their room.

"There is no mas. We eat outside! Once in a while." Ami woke up and took Andre's hand.

"We have to save until the installment of this house is paid off. Masakin anything, instant noodles are also not papa."

"There is no Mas."

Andre looked in disbelief.

"Didn't I just give you severance money from my old company? Didn't you use it well?"

"Mas, I have to buy a facial treatment and it's expensive. My facial care is exhausted, if it is too late my skin can be dull again. Do you think being able to look beautiful at my age is easy? It costs a lot of money." great-granddaughter Ami.

Andre scratched his forehead. He knew that the needs of women were many. He never thought about it in the past because Fira always had enough of her own needs.

Andre opened his wallet. He took out a fifty thousand note.

"Buy me some food. I'm really hungry." Andre put emphasis on his voice.

"Andre is still saving money. Don't be stingy with your wife. Later rejekinya drag new tau tasa."

Ami snatched the money from Andre's hand and then came out.

"Astaghfirullah." Andre stroked the chest. "If I'm not trying to correct myself from my mistakes, I'd rather let you go."

***

"Drinked milk?" Salman gave a glass of milk to Fira. He kissed Fira's stomach.

"Mas tickled ah." Fira.

Satisfied to kiss Fira's stomach, Salman then stroked it.

"How do they look now?"

"Not yet in the form of a mas. It's still a blood clot."

Salman continued to rub Fira's stomach

"It has to be chiseled."

"Cahated?"

"Yes. Like a piece of stone if you want to be a statue, it must be carved in Duku. So does wood, it must be carved to make its shape clear."

Fira laughs. "A strange analogy."

"Not strange, dear. Our son is still in the form of a blood clot. So it has become my duty as his father to sculpt and carve it so that it is good shape. The more diligent I carve, the better the result." Salman lowered his eyebrows. His hands continued to stroke Fira's stomach and began to rise to the chest.

"Mode." Fira.

"Where are you going?" Salman held Fira's hand.

"You go to the bathroom."

"Oh, clean up first. Let it smell?"

"What the hell? Just get his mind. My guy wants to pee too." Fira stuck out her tongue teasing Salman while darting into the bathroom.

"Take a look at you!" Salman was made to be anxious by Fira's behavior.

Salman lay on the bed waiting for Fira to come out impatiently.

"It's a long time."

Salman got up and walked to the bathroom door.

Salman knocked on the bathroom door.

There was no response from Fira.

"Darling!" Salman began to worry. He tried to open the door but was locked.

"Darling!" Salman is calling louder. His hand kept knocking on the bathroom door.

Chequelek

Fira tilted her head. "What's wrong?"

"Why not answer. I'm worried you know?!"

"Lha, shouldn't people talk in the bathroom. Did you forget?"

Salman scratched his head.

"You anyway. Make people worry. What a long time in the bathroom. I can't stand it." Salman.

"Sabbath bit. There you go back to bed. When it's done, come out." Fira pulled her head and closed the door.

Salman, who had to wait again, limply walked back to bed. He slammed his body and covered his face with a pillow.

"Raaa.quickly. I'm so tired of this." whined Salman like a child.

"Mas!"

Salman immediately opened the pillow that covered his face when he heard Fira's soft voice.

His eyes glared perfectly looking at Fira's appearance.

"You?! This is?!" Salman stood up. Her eyes stripped the body of Fira who that night was very beautiful with her sexy nightgown.

"Mas don't like it?"

"Like dear. Really like." Salman immediately pulled Fira and carried her into his arms.

"So long ago to prepare this?" Salman looked at the blushing face before him.

Fira nodded shyly. "Also I'm cleaning up the others" he replied slowly.

"So what are you ready to visit? Has it been cleaned?"

Fira gave a pinch on Salman's chest in response.

"Tonight I will very carefully carve the fruit of our love dear."

Salman scooped Fira's lips, fondled them gently and they both climbed to reach the top of the world's enjoyment.

***

A month later.

"Ra, invitation from Alan." Salman presents Alan's invitation to Fira as soon as Fira gets in the car.

"When did you meet Alan?" Fira opened the invitation.

"So he stopped by the office." Salman started the engine and drove the car at a moderate speed.

Why would Alan give it to Mas Salman? We are not office.

"She finally accepted Anita. Miss Riya must be happy." Fira smiled with relief.

"Yes. May Alan and Anita be happy too."

"Mother."

"How's your son doing?" Salman stroked Fira's stomach.

"Mas, we're shopping yuk. I need clothes for pregnant women. My clothes are getting claustrophobic in the belly." Fira folded up Alan's invitation and put it on the dashboard.

"Don't just buy maternity clothes buy clothes that drive me crazy when you see you wear them!"

"No ah. Embarrassed. My stomach and start to look even though it hasn't stuck. Not exactly the same." Fira felt her stomach.

"But I like it. Buy yes! To add to your collection. Let me choose later."

"Is this good?" Fira shows Salman his dress of choice.

"Whatever you wear will be good." Salman stroked Fira's head.

"Ck. I'm asking you for your opinion, Mas, not your praise." Fira's lips pursed.

Cup

Fita was shocked when Salman grabbed her lips.

Fira's eyes revolved around fearing anyone would look at Salman's innocence.

"Mas, look at dong's place!" hardik Fira while hiding his face from Salman's gaze.

"Don't lure me."

Salman laughed without sin. Fira continued her activities of choosing clothes. Salman accompanied him faithfully. Preoccupation they choose clothes piqued when they hear the sound they know.

"It's good, isn't it?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Fira and Salman's views point directly to the source of the vote.

"Andre! Leana!"

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